Randomness!!!!!

I gave blood yesterday... I'm not so sure it was a smart decision.... I was so dizzy! But I feel better today!

There's a funny taste in my mouth, I wish there was a way that I could brush my teeth at school after I eat breakfast...

I really wish this day would hurry up. Yay for early release!

Some people can be so stuck up. Kinda makes me wanna let them know... but I'll let them continue to make a fool out of themselves.

Wearing a sticker on your forehead is not attractive unless you are from India. Thanks.

No, Japanese and Chinese are NOT the same languages, and no, the food is not the same either!
I hate Chinese food, but can eat Japanese all day.

Ignorance is your new best friend, Ignorance is your new best friend! (random song!)

Ohh, my best friend is Sarah Bowley! Well, I have a few... Sarah, Krystal, Briget, Bobby, Nathan, and Kim!

I'm glad I only have a few best friends, its so much easier that way!

You make me crazier, crazier! (Another random song)

I don't think its possible for me to get any crazier... Oh man are we in trouble!

Double Double Toil and Trouble!

It's almost halloween! I'm going to a Halloween party... then probably just sleeping.

I'm so tired! I don't think I got enough sleep last night.

I'm tired of being tired!

And okay, I'm through with being random. Good night everyone, I'll be here for the next two years!

And now that this post is over, you can just... smile because it happened...

I Can See the Future!

Um... no. Not really. I can't even decide what college I want to go to, much less predict the future for anyone else. There's so much pressure on us already to decide what college we want to go to and the major we should pursue. Then, there's teh ever lasting question of "what do you want to do when you grow up?". How the heck am I supposed to know? Because I've always been on a higher education level, I've been expected to just know what I want to be. A doctor, lawyer, politician, the first female president of the United States. No. I don't like politics, I can't stand blood, and I'm not good at arguing! Besides there are so many more jobs than the typical dream professions. I've considered being and international mediator, especially with Hispanic countries. But, that's as close as I've gotten. It doesn't seem like there are a whole lot of opportunities in this world... and it doesn't look like more will come up. Honestly, after college, I'm pretty sure I'll be taking whatever job I can get at the time.

So why do we have to worry so much about what we want? In the end, it doesn't really seem to matter. There are very few people who get and education then find a career that matches that education that they truly enjoy. It just doesn't happen. And the economy... don't even get me started. all I'm saying is that this whole pressure about figuring out who and what you want to be is just too much trouble.

But I think, that once I graduate, I'll just... smile because it happened...

Think About It

This was just a thought that I had yesterday at cheerleading practice, while we were working on different stunts and jumps. What are we thinking? We've made a sport, similar to gymnastics, full of things God probably did not intend our bodies for!

Let's start with tumbling. I'm pretty sure we walk on our feet, and learn to do so as children, for a reason. Yes, sometimes its necessary to jump to get from point A to point B... but really, flying backwards, landing on your hands, snapping your feet down, and standing up... what purpose is there? None, but the sheer enjoyment of doing it. How about jumping into the air as high as you can, pulling in your knees, and flipping over to land on your feet again without your hand ever touching the ground, called the back tuck? Nope, can't think of a reason for it either! Then, there's the ever-ominous standing full, managing not only to do a complete rotation of hips over head in the air to land on your feet again, but also pulling your weight so you complete a full rotation (think of spinning in a circle while you're standing up) all at the same time... Is there a purpose? No. Is it fun? Heck yes!

Then, jumping. My coaches' favorite part of practice, it seems. Lifting your body up in the air, and pulling your legs up as high as you can, then snapping them back down to land with your feet together before gravity brings you to the floor. Yeah. It's not nearly as fun as it sounds. In fact, if you didn't stretch right, it HURTS. Badly. It takes a lot of muscles to jump like that, either in a toe touch, a pike, or a hurkey or hurdler. It's all difficult if you don't have splits down to the floor... And even with splits to the floor, it can be hard. I know my flexibility is pretty high... but its all in the explosiveness and power of your legs as you jump that makes it a good jump. Now, is there a purpose? No, not really. Does it acheive a common purpose? No, not really. But is it fun? Heck yes!

Now, the best part. Stunting. Did God intend people to lift up other people in stunts? Probably not. And if we weren't intended to lift people in stunts, we definitely were not intended to work in flips and turns and pulling your leg as close to your leg as possible into the mix. A hundred and ten pounds isn't much, that's true, but when there's no way for the top to shift her weight without endangering the stunt... it can get kind of heavy. Hands burn from friction. Eyes, shoulders, noses, lips, stomachs, even knees (if you're talented) can get hurt in the process, and that goes for all people in the stunt. But actually, stunting is my favorite part of cheerleading, even though this was the aspect that broke my nose... That's another story in itself. But over all, people were not really intended to take up other people in stunts. But is it fun? Heck yes.

Okay, so is there anything that really makes sense? Yeah, to cheerleaders, because we love it. But to anyone else, and even when you really analyze the different aspects of it? Not at all. The same could be said for gymnastics, but I'll let Sarah tell you all about that! I have literally given blood, sweat, and tears to cheerleading... I've had a broken nose, torn a ligament in my elbow, strained hip flexor, pulled muscles, bruised in the arms, legs, chest, and shoulders. I get so sore I can barely walk, I run until my lungs hurt, I lift weight until my arms give out, and I jump until my legs shake. That being said, would cheerleading be worth it to most people? Probably not. But to me, it is worth that, and probably more. It seems to be my only sanity right now, taking enough time so that I'm not bored, and taking enough time so that I feel like I have to rush, which is a feeling I actually like (another point to discuss later). When you think about it, it doesn't make sense... but in the end, once I walk off that competition floor for the last time, I'll just... smile because it happened...

You Know It's Bad When...

Okay, you know its bad when you're used to being so busy, that when fall break rolls around, you feel like you are accomplishing absolutely nothing. I mean, seriously? I've been waiting for Fall Break since school started. No, I don't have any major plans, but I just needed the break! I told myself that once Fall Break got here, I would regain enough energy to make it through the rest of the semester with a strong finish.

And now I feel lazy.

I have no cheerleading, not enough homework to fill time, the house is clean, now, its thundering. I've been to my friend's house, and I've found my homecoming dress. Now what?! Why does it kill me to not do anything?

Knowing my luck, I'll finally start to relax by Sunday... just in time to get to school the next morning. Hopefully, on winter break, I won't have this feeling! I'll just... smile because it happened...

Only Real to Me

What is happening?

Darkness.

Silence.

Fighting...

But with who?

I wrought these chains

I clasped them around my own ankles

My own wrists...

What have I done?

Bass drums beating through the air

Slow, steady,

Declaring war.

Horns playing in a minor key,

Low rumbling notes paired with a high somber melody:

Declaring war.

Shadows dance on the wall

I've almost lost all sight

Only enough, now, to see the shadows

Passing me by

Without a caring look my way.

But why can't they see?

These chains are so real to me...

Am I the only one that sees them, that feels them?

It simply cannot be.

I can't smell, I can't breathe

I'm suffocating

Whose is the hand around my neck?

They're too heavy,

I can't move forward, I can't even move back

Why are these chains only real to me?

I'm confused, please explain

Why haven't you noticed my pain

Why haven't you found the key

To unlock my feet

I wanna run

I'm fighting again

Arms swinging, feet thrashing

But to no gain.

I remain in my cell

The bars thick and heavy

Little light comes in

But what light I can see

Is a promising light,

Promsing peace, salvation.

I've seen that light before.

I loved that light.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to have it back

But something happened,

Now I'm trapped

I've done this to myself

The chains hold me back

But they're only real to me.

So why can't I break them?

Run to the light I claim to trust so much?

That I Want to trust so much?

One day I'll find the strength,

I'll find that missing key...

Just because these chains aren't real to you

Doesn't mean they aren't real to me.

...smile because it happened...

Every Sense

"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence

Autumn is a beatiful time of year. The air gets cool enough to keep you feel refreshed, without freezing you, the leaves turn colors and eventually litter lawns all over town.. It's a season that satisfies every sense. Sight: the leaves, of course, plus all the festivities of bonfires, fall festivals, and leaf-pile jumping. Smell: cinnamon, apple cider, pumpkin pie... and food on Thanksgiving. Enough said. Taste: Halloween and Thanksgiving. Once again, enough said. Hearing: laughter as kids play outside. And finally, touch, the cool air, soft breeze, and warming sensation of a hoodie.

It's sad that this season seems to be cut short every year. It doesn't get cool soon enough, and gets too cold too fast. When I think of autumn, I think of warmth of heart, maybe not physical warmth (especially since I'm cold-natured). It's by far my favorite season of the year, closely followed by spring. Either way, I will miss this fall, but its the natural progression, and it will always return next year. And when winter comes, whiting out the world, I'll just remember to... smile because it happened...