Sick...

Aarrgh! Those stupid kids at that playplace made me sick as a dog! Ugh...

On another note, I am back in the songwriting groove! And knitting groove, and singing groove. This could only mean one thing. They'll go away and I'll get into a drawing groove. Yessss!

Going to a baseball game in a couple of days. Either baseball is harder than I thought or they SUCK at the sport I've come to love.

So, as you can see my mind is a jumble of things today so I better stop ranting before it makes you insane.

Hand me another box of tissues? Kthnx.

Ugh

Whatever I've said before that was happy and thoughtful, scratch that. I have no idea what caused me to say such wonderful things. Because, now, my friends, I am at ground zero once again.

Ground zero is a real fine place to start. You know why they call it ground zero? Because the firmness of the ground you are standing on is ZERO. Ground zero means you have no firm foundation to dig your toes into. Nothing, zilch, nada.

Well, hopefully my trip tommorrow will be good. I have some things to look forward too, or perhaps nothing at all.

Note to self: Don't forget Stamm Junior's birthday present.

Love

Day Pickles.

What is love? Is love an emotion, a feeling? Or is a state of mind? A condition of the heart? If you answered all of the above, you are correct. But who is the perfect example of love? Your spouse? Your grandmother? Or God?

God, to the outside world, is terribly misunderstood. Most people walking out on the street, if asked if God was an example of pure love, would disagree. To people of this day and age, God is a harsh monster, giving you the most difficult trials. But is he really this?

Think of your mother. She nutures you, feeds you (even if you ARE a college aged couch potato) and raises you. But when she doesn't give you what you want, it is not out of anger or spite, but love.

But God is not your mother. He's more than that. He gave you each and every breath. He formed you in the womb. He set out each and every day for you before you even did them. Amazing! But what about when he tests you?

God wants you to fly. He wants you to be the best person you can be for him. Sort of like Peter Pan. In order to fly you need faith, trust, and pixie dust (the bible). Once you have those you can soar!

So is God love? Is he your rock? That is your decision to be made. You can decide to submit to the waves of temptation and sin that are pulling you into the sea, or grab onto the hand reaching out to you.

Radda

Day... Erm... Let's just say 1,000.

You know the reason why people blog? No, it is not to inform the world about their bowel movements, how unfair their life is, or whether or not they liked the movie.

My friends, it is because they are bored. Either that or they don't realize that what they say on the Internet is actually read about a thousand times a day.

So my loyal readers, up until about a week ago my life was boring. Completely rid of anything fun. But lately it's actually been interesting. Which is too good to be true.

So today is not a day to be sad that I won't be uploading very often, but a day to rejoice that I found something better to do than talk to complete strangers.

Drawing

Day 19. (I think so...)

Well as of today I am back in my drawing swing. I'm not very good, but practice makes better. Atleast, I hope I get better...

I started out yesterday by drawing freebies for people on Gaia. I actually finished one. (you can see it at alwaysforeverartsy.deviantart.com I think.) It's horrible. Something's wrong with it but I can't put my finger on it. Oh, I know! Everything!!! Ugh.

Signing off, I'm utterly frustrated.

Blah

Day errr... I lost track.

My faith has changed greatly. At first I would shut out everyone who had flaws. Flaws such as homosexuality, achoholic people, and drug addicts.

But now I realize something. All that is is sin. We all sin. So why should I treat them any different than myself? Aren't they JUST like me?! I'm a sinner, you're a sinner, we're all sinners! So we should all show each other equal amounts of love. Love your neighbors as yourself.

Moses

Good afternoon readers! I've been so tired today... It's May and it's 30 degrees outside. Hate to leave you early AGAIN, but I have to go... Again.

Yawn

Day 17.

Good mornin', readers. I don't have much to say for a half-asleep lady, so expect another entry when I'm fully awake. Must. Sleep. In....

ATF

Day 15.

I am smuggling this one in before bed. Sorry I haven't uploaded all weekend. I was at Acquire the Fire. It was a blast.

But did I acquire the fire? The answer is yes. It had me on my knees (not literally) begging for more. It made me desperate for God. Before I would claim to be a christain, but now I really am one. It was at the moment I stood with my hands raised to the sky singing "he loves us, oh how he loves us" I actually believed it.

Oh, for all y'all mothers out there, happy mother's day! Whether you're a mom, grandma, or a woman who works with kids, you are greatly apprieciated. (even if sometimes all you get is a diaper or an eye roll)

I forgot to feed my betta!

Day 12.

So yeah. The title says it all. I forgot to feed Ludwig! Poor baby. It's three hours past his feeding time. Sorry!

Alright. Dinner tonight at a friend's house. Nothing more to say.

Happy

Day 11.

Today I am happy. Not super happy though, because that would be uncharacteristic. But I am content with my life at the moment. My fish is swimming happily along, my head does not hurt, what more could you ask for?

So today I was experimenting with drawing and I made something not half bad. Same thing that I usually draw, but better. Soon I will go downstairs and color it. I hope it won't mess it up too bad.

Oh, did I mention Ludwig is seemingly happy too? His color has vibrantly shown over the past two days, and I hope that's a good thing. But he is a picky eater. He won't eat the healthy stuff and goes straight to the meat (bloodworms). Typical male behavior.

Well, gotta get to coloring. Bye!

Phat

Day 10.

I ate too much Mexican food today. But I guess the DQ made it all better. ;)

May the Fourth be with you! I am as of now a Star Wars fan again. I had a brief fling that lasted 3 years, but that ended a year ago. I feel as though we're meant to be, so I took a stroll down memory lane with it. I was quickly reminded of all my knowledge and now I have started drawing it. I want to make a fan-fic about Star Wars VII.

American Idol is on right now and it's really loud. So please excuse me if my words are blurred. Honestly, I should go. Nanny goat's singing in my ear.

You

So far
So close
I wish you knew
That I love you the most
Out of all the other men
All the other boys
You're my most prized possesion
Though you're not mine at all

Correction
I don't love you the most
I adore you
It's true
It'd be an understatement
To say I love you

But to you I'm invisible
A fly on the floor
But when I see you smile at me
I love you even more
The world just melts away
When I hear you talk
I watch your hair swing back and forth
Your perfect, flawless walk

So in a word
You are me
Together as one
Is our destiny
If you think I'm wrong or right
The decision is yours to choose
But the only thing stopping us
From being lovers is you.

Headache

Day 9.

Ugh, I have such a headache. I wonder if it's the weather. Ugh, it hurts so much! Lately I've been telling you little to nothing, so here it goes.

I'm really worried about someone. I think this person is either lesbian or a pervert. Anybody know what I should do? Should I tell someone? Ugh, I really shouldn't think too hard.

Another thing. I think Ludwig can't see. My mom thinks he had albino in him giving him poor vision, but I think he's blind. Poor guy. He's crazy, deaf AND blind!

On top of it all I'M HUNGRY! You may not think it's that bad but it's really THAT BAD. Ugh, I should stop yelling.

So I've come to another conclusion. I need medicine to cure my life. I'll be back tommorrow to pity party it up some more.

Cookies and Ginger Ale

Day 8.

Ranting & Complaining is now one week old! Happy birthday to my blog! Happy birthday to my blog! This is a day for celebration! A cause to rejoice! I eat cookies and Ginger ale to celebrate.

Also, I have had Ludwig for one whole day! I love him so much. He's been very mellow but occasionally he freaks out when he realizes where he is. I fed him 4 bloodworms today. He finally found them about an hour after I put them in. Yummy bloodworms!

So, I really don't have much to say today, so... Until tommorrow!

Ludwig

Day 7.

Today was tiring but productive. I got a lot of things accomplished. Including getting a betta! I decided to name him Ludwig after the crazy king of Bavaria. (did I spell it right?) Why name him after a mentally insane ruler? Because he had many dreams. Also because my Ludwig has crazy colors. Here he is!




I bet you are wondering how getting a fish could be so tiring. Well, Lud isn't the problemo. The fact is that I have been on my feet all day.

What was I doing on my feet all day? Cleaning of course! You didn't know a lazy couch potato like me could clean? That's what most people say. The only reason I was cleaning was because I had made a deal with my dad. The deal was simply this; no clean, no fish. And so, I could not contradict.

You know what made today even harder? I was thirsty. All the time! Ever since I have had this cold, my body has been going through homeostosis. That's when your body tries to get back to normal. (for my younger readers)

Ugh, I'm really tired. Guitar practice and bed.

Let it be

Day 6.

Recently my favorite song has been "Let it Be". I have always sort of liked the Beatles but in the past few months I have really liked them.

Why this song? Well, this song has many meanings for me. It was the first song I learned to play on the guitar. How did I do? Absolutely horrible. (I was only 11.) But that is not the point!

Another reason why I like (correction; LOVE) this song is because as a fellow lyricist I respect this song. The title pretty much speaks for itself. Let it be. Whatever it is, let it be. "There will be an answer, let it be." Although I think this song is from a Catholic perspective, ("mother Mary") it still pretty much sums up Christianity as well. The sooner you give it up to God, the better you're off.

Well, that's my food for thought of the day. Until tommorrow.

Rosy Barb

I have come to a conclusion. I am like a Rosy Barb. Allow me to explain. A Rosy Barb is a type of fish. Why refer to myself as a fish? Because, my dear readers, Rosy Barbs get their coloration from their mood. If Rosy Barbs are happy, their hormones grow (or multiply or whatever), therefore making them prettier. Still don't know how this relates to me? Well, let's put it this way. I am not very happy. Therefore, I am not very pretty. Way back when I had friends, I would radiate beauty and people would compliment me all the time. Well, okay, only my grandma and mom. But that counts, doesn't it?

Goodness gracious, is it almost May? I can't wait! June is going to be so fun! So will July. August will go by fast and sooner or later summer break will be over. Wow, I really know how to bum myself out. I wonder what my friends are doing for their summer.

Moving on... My new Guitar sounds wonderful. I still need a lot more practice, but Raymond is doing a great job. I like to play Jack Johnson and Colbie Caillat. What do you guys suggest? I'm taking requests so I can make Youtube videos. Warning: I'm not that good. I know. Why do I call myself a musician? Because honestly, I can make music easier than I can make a goal in soccer.

I'm going to sleep well tonight! Night, guys.

Better

Day 5.

Today I feel a little better. I'm still as sick as a dog, but on an emotional level I am better.

Late last night, I recieved a gift. The donor is still unknown. But the fact that someone cares enough to give me something is awesome! Since I don't want to keep you waiting, I'll tell you. Drumroll please. I got---- a nearly new, freshly stringed, high gloss GUITAR!!


That's awesome, right? To fill you in, I'm a musician. Well, not a pro, but still a musician. For the longest time I had a really old one that my dad owned. But now I have my very own guitar! I named him Raymond. I say it with a french accent.

I'm in an awfully good mood right now. For once, I have no complaints! Alas, I spoke too soon. One door opens, another door closes. I mean it.

My house has been infested (sort of) with bedbugs. Awesome, huh? It's the greatest thing possible. We had to bag ALL the cloth in the half of the house I live in. Do you have any idea how much cloth I have? A lot. Most of my shoes are even made of cloth. So, yeah.

Sick :-(

Day 4.

Sorry I missed one day. I managed to catch something. An ear infection or cold. If I'm lucky, maybe even strep throat.

So anyway, I just feel horrible today. I'll keep you posted, but I have to go.

To satisfy your need to look at something, here's a pic of my dog.

Cold and disheartening...

Day 2.

It's really cold today. Brr! Isn't that weird? I'm also really tired. Another weird thing. What's wrong with me? On second thought, don't answer that.


I've come to a conclusion. I always discourage people. Unless I care about them. So I've decided that has to stop. I hereby declare I will tell it like it is, look on the bright side, and exaggerate never! Well, that last one I can't seriously "stop", but I'll try. Let me start again.

Hello guys! How have you been? It's been very cold today. The sun isn't shining! Isn't that great?! Atleast I'm alive! I'm breathing well, sleeping well, and I haven't killed someone yet, so today has been great! I'm so glad my dog tried to bite me today. I'm practically exstatic to be overweight! Yay me!

No. Never in a million years could I make an attitude like that work. Some people can pull it off, but I just can't. That's enough complaining for today. Signing off, I'm utterly hopeless!

Holy cow!

Day 1.


Wow. I hope I actually keep this up and don't blow it like the rest of my blogs. Right, I can do it. All I need is a little encouragement! Can I get three cheers for me? Anybody?

So anyway. Today I went to church (as usual) and realized something very sad. My dad seems as though he could care less about spending time with me. I bet that's not the case, but you know when you just assume the worst sometimes? I do that a lot. Pessimism is what they call it, I believe.

So now I'm afraid our brief chat must come to a close today. Let me know if you are out there, holding onto my every word. (Which is likely.)

Introduction.

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Hello guys. My name is Boring. I'm not exciting. I'm not attractive. I'm not even physically fit. I'm just a clueless person trying to make it in the world (aren't we all?). I can't do much of anything and don't commit easily. But I do, however, have one talent that I actually consider a favorite pastime. Complaining. I like to talk about all the things that are wrong in my life with a "no one has it worse than me" attitude. So if you hate young people who act like old ladies- then this blog is not going to be enjoyable for you. But if you do, I'm sure you will enjoy reading this now and again.