There is so much to get done...
Two history quizzes (which will act as efficient poision)
One science unit assessment (how DO you find the volume of a marble? Why? Why is the marble important to society? Why is this torture necessary?)
The editing of novels (well, to be honest, only one. But it's still hard!)
Math, science, literature, English... (can you tell that I'm still in school?)
And today I only have a half day! I will be babysitting for a four-month child for the entire afternoon, and tomorrow I will be attending the RenFaire surrounded by male persons.
My life is a disaster.
But I have...
Food
Parents (who love each other and me)
A home
A dog
Brothers and sisters (maybe I should put that in the cons column)
A God who loves me
A God whom I love
The entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy on DVD!!!!!!!
New earrings
Jeans that fit (sort of)
A beautiful autumn tree visible from my window
Italy to lok forward to
Thank you, God.
Oct 5, 2006
Oct 4, 2006
When Tuesday was Monday...
It's happened again. I knew it would, of course. It always does. I just wish it wouldn't.
But if I want to keep you interested, I should tell you something about me that would keep you interested... Nope, can't think of anything.
On other topics, I am quite bemused this week. I am trying to go shopping, go to the RenFaire with my friends (as opposed to going surrounded by scads of testosterone, which may, in fact, kill me) plan a surpise birthday party for a member of my family and all that other rot... and they say homeschoolers have no social life!
I got an email from Julien today. It said nothing, only had attached to it a very confusing file. I examined it for a long time before realizing that it was a file that I had sent using his email about a week before! Why do you think it took so long?
Speaking of email, Sarah Bee and I are now officially editing our finished novel. I must confess, I am rather excited. I mean, I'm not even fourteen yet and I'm the coauthor of a novel. A long novel too. What are the chances? I mean, I've written stories before, but a whole book?
Have you ever noticed that whenever you are thanking God for something, he takes it away? I mean, I was taking out my earrings and dropped one into the sink. I managed to catch it, and thought how fortunate I was not to have lost one of my earrings before then. I said a quick thank you prayer to God and promptly dropped my earring down the drain. WHY?
History awaits...
But if I want to keep you interested, I should tell you something about me that would keep you interested... Nope, can't think of anything.
On other topics, I am quite bemused this week. I am trying to go shopping, go to the RenFaire with my friends (as opposed to going surrounded by scads of testosterone, which may, in fact, kill me) plan a surpise birthday party for a member of my family and all that other rot... and they say homeschoolers have no social life!
I got an email from Julien today. It said nothing, only had attached to it a very confusing file. I examined it for a long time before realizing that it was a file that I had sent using his email about a week before! Why do you think it took so long?
Speaking of email, Sarah Bee and I are now officially editing our finished novel. I must confess, I am rather excited. I mean, I'm not even fourteen yet and I'm the coauthor of a novel. A long novel too. What are the chances? I mean, I've written stories before, but a whole book?
Have you ever noticed that whenever you are thanking God for something, he takes it away? I mean, I was taking out my earrings and dropped one into the sink. I managed to catch it, and thought how fortunate I was not to have lost one of my earrings before then. I said a quick thank you prayer to God and promptly dropped my earring down the drain. WHY?
History awaits...
Oct 2, 2006
Ride the Waves
Up and down...
That's life I suppose.
One moment soaring through the internet.
The next sobbing in my room.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
One moment, we've finished our novel. We scream and cheer and squeal and jump and laugh and remember all the silly mistakes we've made and make plans for the sequel.
The next we're sobbing at the death of a character.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
One moment, I'm driving a cherry picker, high in the air, with no one but myself and the sky.
The next I'm trapped in the slogging slump of schoolwork.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
That's life I suppose.
One moment soaring through the internet.
The next sobbing in my room.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
One moment, we've finished our novel. We scream and cheer and squeal and jump and laugh and remember all the silly mistakes we've made and make plans for the sequel.
The next we're sobbing at the death of a character.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
One moment, I'm driving a cherry picker, high in the air, with no one but myself and the sky.
The next I'm trapped in the slogging slump of schoolwork.
Ride the waves.
Up and down...
Oct 1, 2006
Church on Sunday morning
A girl in red cowboy boots and a denim dress rushes past, absorbed in her destination. Old friends chatter and laugh. It is a chance to look one's best, to wear your new earrings and have someone notice. Soaring above the monotone natter of the crowd, the choir practices their peice. People laugh, whisper, are introduced. Handbags swing, necklaces flash. It's just like all other Sundays.
But behind the faces, what makes this Sunday unlike any other morning? Why is this Sunday different?
These people come with different thoughts, unique needs. Who will they tell? I see no tears, no desperate faces. Where will they find aid if not in the arms of the church? Beautiful arches loom above. Carved wood glints, railings gleam. All the beauty of ages shines within the ancient traditions of the church, lovely in its grandeur and solitude. but where will the needy go? What place is there for the searching? In what hidden realms will they find solace?
Rise up, oh church!
Spread wings strengthened with your faith in victory!
Under grace we triumphed and shall be redeemed!
Those with a mission, those who care
Wake the church up with your prayer
Sweep aside the smiles there
Feel your hearts begin to tear
Wake up church, if you so dare!
But behind the faces, what makes this Sunday unlike any other morning? Why is this Sunday different?
These people come with different thoughts, unique needs. Who will they tell? I see no tears, no desperate faces. Where will they find aid if not in the arms of the church? Beautiful arches loom above. Carved wood glints, railings gleam. All the beauty of ages shines within the ancient traditions of the church, lovely in its grandeur and solitude. but where will the needy go? What place is there for the searching? In what hidden realms will they find solace?
Rise up, oh church!
Spread wings strengthened with your faith in victory!
Under grace we triumphed and shall be redeemed!
Those with a mission, those who care
Wake the church up with your prayer
Sweep aside the smiles there
Feel your hearts begin to tear
Wake up church, if you so dare!
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