There was a while I was posting in this blog almost every day, just babbling away about whatever came to mind. Then I got too busy, then I started keeping a journal in a notebook I carry around with me everywhere, and I just haven't posted here.
It's one of those nights where "the sleep monster" is hitting though. I'm exhausted, and I know I have to get up early, but I feel like staying up. I feel like writing.
My brain isn't working well enough to work on my book or homework, and I've actual
So, through a series of events that I don't really know, I actually ended up with two copies of AMoL.
One copy I had signed by Brandon and Harriet:
and about a week later I got the second one.
Here's what I'm thinking: we can ship this second one... Basically around the world to all of the different DMers that would want to be involved in this project. We can each take a turn reading it if we want, highlight our favorite lines, leave a note or two... And each sign the book som
I've not written here in a while. It's interesting as I look back on some of my older blogs... Well a few things are.
This won't be my most polished writing ever, but these have been more "stream of consciousness" for me anyway, so I don't have to use the perfect words. I'll hope that what I have to say will get across anyway.
One is how huge a part of my life DM was. It still is a big part of my life, but it's not as much of a focus as it once was. It was a huge part of my growth last
March 17th will be two years since my grandpa passed. I posted the first part of this in an entry a while back, but I've added to it and so I wanted to post the extended version:
Much of our lives just go by in passing. We often don't see what doesn't directly affect us. Many in America don't ever think about the soldiers that are dying overseas right now. We don't think about the children starving in remote parts of the world, or even those that go hungry in the streets of our own cities.
However, at times, there are moments that cause us to wake up. Most, if not all, people are brought together by a single event.
For the my grandfather's generation, here in Am
This road is twisted
The way unsure
I'd become comfortable
In a place where I feel safe
But if I'm always safe
When am I possibly growing?
But am I ready?
Is now the time?
Which way do I go?
What way is right?
It's time once more
To leap off of the edge
It's scary now
It always is
But sometimes
A chance must be taken
And so I jump...
Guide me.
I just don't know
My heart goes from feeling light
To heavier than lead
There's a constriction around my soul
There's just been so many little things in the last week... Maybe I'm noticing them more because I'm leaving soon, but they've been there.
The munchkins I watch every day actually VOLUNTEERING to help eachother out or clean their rooms.
Doing cartwheels outside during rainshine.
The neighborhood kids calling out my name and waving when they see walk by.
Walking down the stairs and realizing that there's the smell of brownies in the air.
Having my 6 year old brother sit next t
I'm sorry I lost control again
I'm sorry I've failed you once more
I know I let you down
And it's knowing that I hurt you
That hurts me most of all
You and I are the closest in many ways
Not that we spend the most time together
Or talk the most about the deeper things
We just understand each other the most
There are times when when things are great
We're on the back deck reading side by side
Or laughing at the same part of the show
Nodding our heads to the beat of the banjo.
W
Some of you might think that this will be a blog about "my" chair in the corner of my living room, which I claim as my own here in rl and often lounge on or curl up in on in dm-land. It actually isn't though. To be honest it isn't even about the chair at all. It's about the man who sat in it, with me on his lap.
I've talked a lot about my dad's step-dad, who was a major part of my life until his passing last January.
It's time for me to talk about the other man who shaped my life, but unfo
No, I'm not actually here. I'm still on my LOA. The fun thing about blogs is that you can program when you want them to publish :P I've been in the process of writing this since June 24th, though I keep going back and adding parts in and reediting. I usually just publish instantly, but I have this set to publish on July 6th at 7:15 pm--approximately when I signed on to dm for the first time.
It's so weird to think.... A year ago from when I'm writing this, I'd never been on dm. I didn't kno
Right now I'm staying with the grandma that I sometimes visit on weekends during the school year. Next week I'm going to be going up to MN and visiting my other grandma. So, naturally I'm tinkling a lot on both of my grandpas right now.
The one that once lived here, I've written about a lot. Eagle's Flight is a short story that I wrote, and it's just one among many poems, songs, stories, and other works that have been dedicated to or about him since January 17, 2011.
Oh, btw, I've edite
Ok, so I am a MAJOR pack rat. I still had stuff in my room from elementary school.
Note that that is past tense. The last couple of days, I have done a major cleaning spree. My closet is empty right now, and the clutter that had covered the floor of my room now only partially covers the floor of my room because the rest of it is sorted.
Something else: I'm actually going through and throwing away stuff. A lot of stuff. This is completely unlike me. I don't throw away anything. And yet ab
So much going on!
First off, I've been rather sick the last couple of days. My that's been sore and my head's been swimmy. Yesterday it hurt to talk even and I ended up going to the doctor. She said there's some virus going around and all that I really needed was rest. Today's better; I went to bed comparatively early last night (but still only got around 5 hours of sleep--will explain that later) and can talk again today!
On to dm (where the excitement is held):
Those of you in the
I'm kinda sleepy and words aren't flowing as well as they do sometimes, so this isn't very good but just feel like writing
In the quiet of night
When all is still
There's time to sit and think
My thoughts drift through time
Through how I became who I am
Moments shaping me now
And the person I hope to be
One of the most amazing things
Something that is so hard to believe
Is how happy I am.
I'm so happy
I thought I'd never feel it again
This light
Bouncing around my
I was seven years old. My family had just finished the 12 hour drive home from spending a couple weeks up at Grandma's. We get the van unpacked, but before we spread out to get ready for bed, my dad tells us to get back in the van. He has a surprise for us. We were getting a puppy.
There had been some at my friend's dad's work, and though her family couldn't keep another dog, he'd asked my dad if we'd want one of them. So, that night, we went over to their house to get you.
You were a
...even if you can't see it.
You've all heart this "sermon" from me before, but I feel the need to give it again.
This has been my motto since I was pretty young. Unfortunately I haven't always believed it.
I've talked to a lot of you here on dm. A lot of you have been through situations similar to mine, or are as depressed as I used to be.
I'm speaking to the latter right now: those who are crippled by pain and hopelessness and are about ready to give up... Or maybe alrea
A little bit of background information is required for this one:
In case you guys didn't know, I am very Catholic, and very Pro-Life.
I've gone on the March for Life the last three years. In case you don't know what that is, it is the most underly covered protest in the United States. It has happened every year since Roe vs. Wade--39 years now. There are actually multiple marches across the U.S. on the anniversary of Roe. Vs. Wade.
The biggest one is in Washington D.C. The first year I went,
For one of my classes, I needed to write a Creative Nonfiction story. Of course, I wrote it about my Grandpa. Some of you will know some of this already. I hope the rest of you enjoy :)
Eagle’s Flight
“They that hope in the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar on eagles’ wings;
They will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.”
~Isaiah 40:31
In my front left pocket there is a bullet shell. I hold it whenever I think of you. Sometimes, when I feel stres
Last night I stayed up later than I usually do, knowing that I could sleep in today because my morning classes were cancelled. My spring break officially starts tomorrow, but students have been leaving since Wednesday evening. It's ironic. Right around the time I fell asleep, so did three other students of my school.
The difference between us is, I woke up this morning.
I didn't think anything of the fact that my roommate didn't come back last night around 10pm-midnight like she usually
So lately I have been plagued by the sleep monster again; not getting to sleep easily and not staying asleep and waking up unable to go back to sleep, so I decided to do this again :P
It took a while. I've had a lot of good times here :P I think I got most of the important stuff though....
Same four SGs, still not doing any of them justice.
These are for the most part in chronological order.
It's amazing how much I've grown up since July.......... Am I still fun?
You will not
I haven't written here in a while. I've missed it. There's just so much to do these days!!!!!!
I made the brilliant decision to take 6 classes this semester :P And I believe one of them meant for students a year older than me and another is meant for students 2 years older than me. Oops! :P So far I'm doing alright though--even though I've had to drop out of mafia :P
Mafia got addicting.... hehehee......
But yeah between that and the different clubs and stuff I'm in plus becoming
Here I am, unable to sleep once again. There's too many thoughts swirling through my head.
It is times like these when it is abundantly clear to me why books have always been my best friends
The pages become your world. You feel tense during the battles, happy when something works out, nostalgic during reunions. You grow close to the characters and feel truly emotionally invested in their hopes and fears
You can hate a character, and want to shake them and throw them off a cliff. You
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*Looks up at new page break thingy and nods* I think I'll keep it. Opinions?
I haven't really been saying much lately, but, then again, "no news is good news" after all, isn't it? :P
Well it is in this case!!! Life's been really good lately :D Hectic between finals and stuff at church and trying to do a few different things on dm, but really good :D
Been hanging out a lot with rl friends, watching movies and
"Home is where the heart is" is probably one of the most well known sayings anywhere. It's become so well known and "cliche" that people don't really think about it anymore.
Lately, though, the truth of those six words is really hitting me.
Where ever your heart is, is where you want to be
Where ever your heart is, you feel accepted
Where ever your heart is, you feel loved.
Where ever your heart is, you feel safe
And what is a home, if not a place you want to be, a plac
