"Where the streets are made of gold; in your pressence healed and whole. Let the songs of Heaven rise to You alone."

Friday, May 28, 2010

i realized:

all someone needs is a friend.

trusting some people isn't the best decision.

jealousy gets you no where.

faith is sometimes all you have to hold on to.

everything happens for a reason.

telling someone that everything is going to be okay, can really make everything okay.

i bribed someone with gum to stop doing something.

some people pack heat like no other.

family is always there for you.

last name ever, first name greatest

like a sprained ankle,
i ain't nothing to play with.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

best fraaaands.

I used to have a best friend.
Maybe even two or three.
But I'm not so sure I have one anymore.

summer.


it's starting to feel a whole lot like summer.
and i'm loving every minute of it.

the current temperature at my house? 94 beautiful degrees.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

How are all things connected?

That was a question on my classwork fom language arts class. And my answer? Jesus.
One of my classmates saw what I wrote and literally FLIPPED OUT on me. His words: "There is no 'jesus' or 'god' o anything like that. I asked him how he knew and he said that it was impossible and a stupid idea that there even was one. The substitute for class told him that he should keep his religious veiws to himself it he was going to get into an arguement over them.

There is a God, and it is definately not stupid to believe in him.

Monday, May 24, 2010

my mema.

I feel like it was yesterday:

December 29, 2007. Swim practice ended at 12:00, but I got out a little early. I was outside waiting for my dad and my brother to come pick me up. We were going to go to Danbury Hospital to see my grandma. She hadn't been feeling well, so she was admitted to the hospital the week before (December 21st, 2007). We were going down Old Zoar Road and my dad's cell phone rings. Ian picks it up and it's my mom. He hands the phone to my dad. The car comes to a stop right in the middle of the road. He hung up soon after. His next words? "Mom just told me that Mema has just passed away.." We turned around and drove up our road and into my garage and walked inside and no one said a word. And then I turned around and burst into tears. My brother did the same and threw his arms around me. My dad did the same. We all started crying. That whole next few monts, she was all I would think about. I know that my Meme is in heaven now, I just miss her a whole lot. I may not have been the most kind granddaugher all the time, but I know I appreciated her very much. My mema wasn't just that kind of grandmother who lived in some other state that occasionally calls you on Christmas or Birthday's and sends a card now and then. She had been living with us for 5 years and we had grown closer each and every day. Losing her hit me hard. i regret anything bad I had ever said to her. I miss her more and more each and every day, but I know I will see her again.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

stop the madness.

“Calling somebody else fat won’t make you any skinnier.
Calling someone stupid doesn’t make you any smarter.
All you can do in life is try to solve the problem in front of you.”


Yeah, it's true. Just think about when people bully other people. "You're so fat and ugly!" By saying that, does that make you any better looking than what you were before. No. So when people bully others, or make fun of others, it really bothers me. I may "make fun" of someone as a joke, but they know I'm kidding because I'm just not that type of person. We all see bullying everyday, no matter where we are. And half the time, we do absolutely nothing about it.

There's the do-ers. The people who bully.
and then there's the by-standers. The people who watch the bullying.

Either way, bullying doesn't make you a better person; whether you're doing it or not.