Creations

This is a song I wrote today. It's very random, F.Y.I.

She was a young girl
Butterfly wings sprouted from her back
Her golden hair she brushed
And it seemed like she gave off purple pixie-dust
Spinning around
Was a silver crown
It flew away and
I'm afraid I will never see it again

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

A candle looked me in the eye
It whispered in my ear, so gently
"I will show you something beautiful
I f you dare to be different
The world around you pays no heed to
Doesn't want to listen to
Never even knows of

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
All my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

The cupcake asked me if I would like some tea
The unicorn swiftly carried me
Across a meadow filled with fairies
You may say it's just mere foolishness
But you don't know a thing
Because you have no
You have no
Oh you have no

Imagination
Oh it surrounds me
all my creations are coming to life before my eyes
Oh what a pleasant surprise

Fluent Random

So I've been running out of ideas to blog about, but Heather told me to say something I pointed out to her today: Have you ever realized that when you take the "R" out of friend, it becomes "fiend"? Yeah, big difference, huh? "She's a good friend" can easily turn into "She's a good fiend".

Sarah Theiss got in trouble with Desi a couple days ago. Desi was saying something cute, so Sarah told her how cute she was. Desi turned to her and said, "I am not cute, I am getting bigger, I'm the princess and I'm BEAUTIFUL!" So we just kinda backed away from the dramatic three-year-old. Sarah hasn't called her cute since.

Do realize how many people have died at Disneyland? Sorry, just a random thought.

Do you want to hear a story? Well, you will anyways......

Brenda and Terry are going out for the evening. The last thing they do is put their cat out.
The taxi arrives, and as the couple walk out of the house, the cat scoots back in.
Terry returns inside to chase it out. Brenda, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explains to the taxi driver, 'My husband is just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.'
Several minutes later, an exhausted Terry arrives and climbs back into the taxi saying, 'Sorry I took so long, the stupid idiot was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger several times before I could get her to come out!'

And some funny signs...

The $200 fine is a bit steep - under the circumstances...

Whoa. Scary.

A funny sign. Unless you're a cockroach.

Don't even try to steal from this store. You'll be hanged, drawn, and quartered.

Marvelous Things

Sorry, it's been mostly songs lately, but I haven't had time to think of anything good to blog about, so here's another song. Marvelous Things by Eisley. Great Band. Great song. That is, if you love pure randomness.

I woke the dawn, saw horses growing out the lawn
I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
Oh what marvelous things

Dark night
Hold tight
And sleep tight, my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

I followed a rabbit through rows of mermaid entwined shrubbery
Oh what marvelous things but they are
They are
They are giving me the creeps

Dark night
Hold tight
and sleep tight my baby
Morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely

Oh....lying in the sun
Everyfay feeling all the magic of life
You might find the wonder

American Dream by Switchfoot

When success is equated with excess

The ambition for excess wrecks us

As top of the mind becomes the bottom line

When success is equated with excess

If your time ain't been nothing but money

I start to feel really bad for you, honey

Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been running

If your time ain't been nothing but money

I want out of this machine

It doesn't feel like freedom

This ain't my American dream

I want to live and die for bigger things

I'm tired of fighting for just me

This ain't my American dream

When success is equated with excess

When you're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus

As the heart and soul breath in the company goals

Where success is equated with excess

I want out of this machine

It doesn't feel like freedom

'Cause baby's always talkin' 'bout a ring

And talk has always been the cheapest thing

Is it true would you do what I want you to

If I show up with the right amount of bling?

Like a puppet on a monetary string

Maybe we've been caught singing

Red, white, blue, and green

But that ain't my America,

That ain't my American dream

Napkins

When I'm sitting at a table at a coffee shop in Barnes and Noble's, I like to draw on napkins. Well, at least, that's what I did when I went with Ana Sunday afternoon. Her mom was supposed to pick us up, and we waited.... and waited.... and got bored. So we drew on napkins. Here is some of our artwork (Sharpie is mine, pen is Ana's):

And here's one I made for all you photographers out there:

Yes, I do. Shhhh, don't tell anyone! I'm too young to go to prison!

Oh! Then Ana and I left the book store and went to sit at a table in front of Chipotle. Because, apparently, her mom was on her way (which, as we found out an hour later, wasn't true). We were just sitting there, singing, not really taking notice of the table next to us. At that table, there was a group of mabye six people, all wearing bright green and bright yellow. One guy had a yellow shirt with a green scarf, one had a green shirt and intense green eyes, one lady had a green sweater with yellow earrings, etc. You get the picture. They were all leaning over their table. Every few minutes, someone new would walk up (wearing green and yellow, of course) and be greeted and welcome by the rest. Every once and a while, one would walk away from the group and begin talking in low tones on a cell phone. More people came. And more. Soon there were at least fifteen people, and they had surrounded our table as well by this time. And get this: they all looked Arabic or Persian (Hey, I'm not racist, I'm Arabic myself). So Ana and I took to calling them the Persian Terrorists. Soon, they all split up and left in different directions. They're gone, right? Not. Soon they began to pass us seperately or in pairs. After much discussion, Ana and I came to the conclusion that they were spies and we had come too close to discovering their secret, so now they were following us. Then, as they began to regroup at their table again, Ana'a mom finally came, and we ran to the car, safe and alive. So be careful if you go to the Spectrum wearing green or yellow. They may think you're one of them. Or maybe you already are...

Dream Car (I'll put a pic later)

Oh. My. Gosh. I was just at the Spectrum, and I went into the Concours store to see if my dream car was there. I took Ana, and she said, "Hey, doesn't that look like your dream car?" I hardly dared to hope. But we stepped inside, smelled the new car smell that wafted through the store, and walked toward the metallic red sports car spinning slowly on the wooden floor. As the sleek car spun towards me, I read the name. Yes, it was. The Saleen S7. Handmade in only two places in the world: Detroit and Irvine. Ever since I toured the Irvine Saleen factory two years ago, I have always dreamed of owning it. The first time I saw it, my mom asked the lady who worked there how much it was. "775 grand," the lady replied oh-so casually. Yeah. Like I'm getting that anytime soon. In my family we have what we call dream boards. It's a poster board with pictures of what we would like to have if God ever blessed us wtb anything. So yeah, that is SO on my dream board and I don't know if I will ever get it or not, but if I do, ........*angels sing* hallelujah... So for my next birthday...couchhintcoughcough.

God Answers

This is a story my mom told me a couple weeks ago, and I finally remembered to put it on my blog. It was written by a doctor who worked in Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward, but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly, in distress, to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).
"And it is out last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.
As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it is no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there were no drug stores down forest pathways.
"All right," I said. "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."
The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphan children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During our prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children.
"Please, God," she prayed. "Send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "And while You're about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know You really love her?"
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen"? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at the time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large, twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.
Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out.
Then there were knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and nuts - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the... could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children.
She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"
Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed doll. Her eyes shone. She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked, "Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"
That parcel had been on its way for five months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a doll for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of ten-year old girl to "bring it that afternoon".

Wow. Amazing story. And its true. It's so...incomprehensible that God knows what we will say before we say it, and that He will answer before we even call, as it says in Isaiah 65:24:

"Before they call, I will answer."

Hey so some of you know that I live next door to a musical (not to mention pinchable) neighbor named Nico (oh, and he can do le parkour). But anyways, this is a shout out to him, because he's playing at a red-carpet thingy on Saturday (my parents are invited). I will post some of his songs later, when I have more time. But he's cool, and does awesome with the keys (and I don't mean the kind that comes with a locks). So, just know that I live next door to someone who is (kinds) famous. Ummmm... So yeah. Bye.

Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker

If any of you know me well, you'll know that I'm waaaaaay into spies right now. So last Friday, I spent the night at Ana's, and she had this movie recorded. She wanted me to see it, because she wanted me to see how cute the main guy was. Okay, he is. Like way (British accent, yayuh!). But, she didn't tell me that the movie is a spy movie!!! I was thinking, "Holy snap, this is awesome!" (Heh, Levi). So now this is my absolute favorite movie, it's actually topping LOTR as of right now, which is a huge thing and means that I really like it!!! Here's the trailer, but it's not as good as the movie (hint, hint, watch it). Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch it again with Sarah and Monique.

Levi Beamish

So, there's this really awesome guy that lives in New Zealand (I know, awesome, right?) and not only is he a major pinch, but he does these really funny videos for YouTube. My favorite one is "Today At School". This guy reminds me of Jono, with the way he tells the stories. I quote Levi all the time now, ever since Ana showed me his vids. Here's "Today At School". P.S. He's 18. :)

I don't know what to title this, because it's so random.

Since my poll is completed, I thought I might explain why those are my favorite careers. I’ll start with the first: Acting. *sigh* I love being in any sort of drama thing, whether it’s a 2-minute skit or a 2-hour play. And in my everyday actions, I can tend to be a bit… dramatic. Like the time when… hah, never mind. The second: Singing! I am TERRIFIED of speaking in front of people, as mentioned before, but I can act in front of them, and I have no problem with a microphone to sing into on a stage! I’ve always loved singing, since I was little (I have videos to prove it). I remember my first solo was in a Christmas play at church when I was eleven, and I got to sing The Gift Goes On. Yeah, I’d never heard of it either, so I had to learn it, then sing it. But it was fun. I actually wasn’t all that nervous. If it was talking to the audience, I probably would’ve passed out right then. Anyways…an author. Now, if you’ve ever looked at my profile, you’ll notice that for my occupation, it says, “author”. That is because I have written several books. One is a fantasy book that is still in the process of being written, but you can still read it, it's called The Keystone. I have its prequel completed, They Call Her Maggie. It’s retelling of the Nativity story, set in medieval times, complete with unicorns, griffins, and my own little (scary) creature I created, the evil drorgs. You’ll have to read it sometime. Just ask me for it, and I’ll give you a copy. And last (but SOOO not least): SPY!!! I don’t know if any of you ever read my second post I ever made on this blog about the Gallagher Girl series, but they. Are. Amazing! The first one is I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have To Kill You, the second is Cross My Heart, Hope To Spy (which is way better than the first), and the one that is coming out in June is Don’t Judge a Girl by Her Cover (I’m sooo stoked!!!). The books are all about a girl, Cammie the Chameleon, and her best friends, who go to a girl’s school for spies. Yep, SPIES. If that school was (or is) real, I’M SO GOING THERE!!! In the books, they go on clandestine missions, practice brush passes, get a ring that detects lies, and design gadgets that are used by the government – and they do it all for a grade in high school! I would love school if I could do all that. So now, enough with the career talk, I have some random things that I learned recently that I want to share with you:
1. After playing an intense game of kajobi can can (in which you hold onto a rope as tight as you can and get yanked around a trash can), it’s feels amazing to have Sterling Pounds yank open your hands from the position they were frozen in, then start slapping them as hard as he can. It was so relaxing.
2. It’s really funny to pretend to be a cannibalistic vegan.
3. Ice blocking is fun in pitch-black, when you can’t see all the people you’re crashing into.
4. Decorating Styrofoam cups is fun, especially with a Sharpie.
5. It’s fun to quote Meet the Robinsons: (say it really fast) “It’s the caffeine patch. Each patch is equivalent to 12 cups of coffee. You can stay awake for days, with no side effects. *SCREAM* Sorry.” Hah, if you don’t know what I mean, watch the movie.
6. The best Family Force 5 song EVER is Watcha Gonna Do With It. I <3 Crouton!
7. Oh, and one last thing. When dissecting a crayfish, keep your mouth closed, because you don’t want its juices to squirt into your mouth. I learned the hard way.

A question...

I have a question for you. In 1 Corinthians 10:13, it says "...but God [is] faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear [it]." If this is true, then why is there suicide? Puh-lease comment!

My God's Enough

Alright, those of you who know me know that I am TERRIFIED of talking in front of people. But this morning I had this feeling that God wants me to speak to the youth group tomorrow about something I've been learning. But first I'm going to tell you, whoever is reading this blog. Now, I can't really make it all fun and exciting like Jono, or go all deep like Cree, and I'm not very good at puttig my thoughts to words. But I will do my best.

This morning, I woke up with the song "Psalm 73 (My God's Enough)" by BarlowGirl stuck in my head. a couple years ago I used to always listen to that song, but now I pretty much forgot it. So how did it get into my head? God. Here's the lyrics, and you can listen to it, it's on the top of my "Muzik" list:

I've had enough of living life for only me

And reaching just for the things that keep destroying me

So sick of envying the lives of so many I see

Somehow believing that they have what I need

My God's enough for me

This world has nothing I need

In this whole life I've seen

My God's enough, enough for me

I can't explain why I suffer though I live for You

Those who deny You, they have it better than I do

Cover my eyes now so that my heart can finally see

That in the end only You mean anything

Who have I in heaven but You

Nothing I desire but You

My heart may fail but not You

You are mine forever

So I decided to read Psalm 73. And oh. My. Gosh. I'm surprised it wasn't me that wrote it, it so much like my thoughts. In this world we live in, especially America, we have so many things that we think we "need". You "have" to have that thing, you "have" to have that friend, that person, that life, that - STOP! You don't. I don't. This past year, I had been putting my trust and basing my whole life, practically, on a person. And when that person let me down, I was shattered. I didn't know what to do with my life. I didn't know why I should live. I forgot God. And I sooo shouldn't have. I was reaching for things that couldn't satisfy me, things that would, in the end, destroy me. But all I need, all I've ever needed is God. He is truly enough. This world is nothing, do you hear me? Nothing. God is everything. And I've come to realize this over the past few weeks. "My heart may fail, but not You." I failed. Miserably. But God saved me. And now I want to re-give my life back over to Him. He made me, He gave me all I have, so the least I can do is live for Him. I challenge You to do the same.

Oh my head...

So I know I haven't blogged in a while, a lot has happened since I last blogged. In one week I went from feeling very happy, to the lowest I have ever felt in by entire life. I actually didn't really see the point in living. I thought no one loved me anymore. But (thankfully) God scooped me out of the chasm I had fallen into. And He did it just in time, too. So anyways, I'll write more about that later, cuz I'm dying to tell you about my bestest friend, Jesus! But right now I can't think straight, because I'm suffering from a mild concussion. One minute I was running away from Heather, who was trying to catch me with a noodle, and then the next minute, I was on the floor, with a sharp pain in the back of my head and a rugburned hand. I opened my eyes and saw bright yellow (Nick Worrell was wearing a bright yellow jacket) and Nick was pulling me up, saying he was sorry over and over. So I guess what happened was (from what eyewitnesses tell me) is that I was running past a big metal pillar at the same time Nick was, we collided, and I got thrown to the floor, smacking the pillar with the back of my head. Then I think Heather helped me to a chair, while people crowded around me. Everyone looked so concerned, that I became really scared. And when they all left, I cried. Heather got me ice, Pam gave me Advil, and then sweet Pam stayed with me the whole time. All I wanted was to go to sleep, but I knew I wasn't supposed to, or I could go into a coma or something. Then Mellissa asked me if I was tired, I said yes, then she went and got my mom! I was officially freaked out!!! My mom came, and she went and got Carrie, who is a EMT. Now I freaked out even more, and Jono was just going with his message, acting like there wasn't a group of people (adults!) surrounding me, who is lying on a couch, staring into space, and not hearing a word being said. So as of right now, I'm still in a daze, and people are having to repeat stuff to me, because I hardly ever head them the first time they say something. BTW, if Nick happens to read this, just know that I don't hold anything against you!!! It was an complete accident, I know you don't hate me that much... At least I think so. So I guess tall guys have this thing for giving me concussions, cuz Collin gave me one last summer, and now Nick gave me one. So I have this new-found fear of tall guys. Haha, jk. I so don't know what I'm even saying right now.

School ID

School IDs. If you go to public school, you're probably sick and tired of them. But as for me, being home schooled all my life, I really want one! I just got off the phone with Heather, and she said that school photographers know exactly how to make a student look awful in their school picture. I think they go to school to learn how to catch students at their worst moments. I don't have a school photographer. If anything, I'm the photographer in my family, because I always have a camera with me, and I'll take a picture of everything, from my cat to my sister to a lemon to a shoe. Anywho, with school IDs, you can get some deals at places. For example, at Chipotle (yayuh!) if you show your school ID, you get a free medium drink. At this bagel place by my grandma's house, if you show your school ID, you get a free bagel! So, I thought, "Why can't I have a school ID?" Our "school", aka our home, is actually officially a private school called Gloetzner School. Original, right? But hey, we didn't have enough time to get creative. We once knew a homeschooling family who registered their school as the Ruby Shoes Academy. Get it? Ruby shoes? There's no place like home, there's no place like home... Yeah, I wish we thought of that first. So today, I made a school ID. In this case, my photographer was Jackie Mallos, the amazing best friend of my mom who has the most adorable 5 kids EVER! So yeah, here is my ID:





Anyone for Chipotle?

I FOUND OUT HOW TO PUT MUSIC ON MY BLOG!!!!!

The title says it all.

Hollywood Pigeons

This is the best scene from one of my favorite movies of all time! Bolt (which, btw, cam on DVD Tuesday!!!) So, here goes, the Hollywood Pigeon scene...(I have this all memorized...just ask Ana...)

A vrey isnteetrnig psot...

Only great minds can read this. This is weird, but interesting!

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And now, tihs is rndaom, but hree's a fnuny vdeio auobt waht plopee do at wrok. (Sarah, NERF GUNS are involved!!!) don't forget to move the dot thingy. This video reminds me of something Jono, Matt, and Frankie would do.

I'm Copying The Idea for This Post. Sorry, Heather and Cree...

Need I explain it? You can just look at Heather or Cree's blog for the directions... k, fine I'll tell you. Get out your iPod. Well, I haven't gotten my iTouch yet, and I lost my Zune, so I used my computer, which works alright.

1. Put your music on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

WHO IS YOUR WORST ENEMY?
Let Me Go – 3 Doors Down

WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?
Reason To Live - ZoeGirl

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Too Much - Leeland

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Fully Alive - Flyleaf (yayuh!)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
No One Like You – Hillsong United

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Get Up – Superchic[k]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Talk of the Town – Jack Johnson

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Tears of the Saints - Leeland

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
My Heart, Your Home – idk the artist

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Porcelain Heart - BarlowGirl

WHAT DO PEOPLE WANA DO WITH YOU?
We Live – Superchic[k]

WHO ARE YOU?
Joy – Out of Eden

WHAT IS 2+2?
Feliz Navidad – David Crowder Band

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Forever – again, the artist is unknown (BFF!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Like It, Love It, Need It - dcTalk

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
More Than Fine - Switchfoot

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Super Busy – Miss Angie (not really!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Wholly Yours – David Crowder Band

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
What Child Is This? – ZoeGirl (HAHAHA!!!)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Be Still My Soul – Out of Eden

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Holy – Nicole Nordman

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Asthma – P.O.D.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
You Never Let Go – Matt Redman

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Keep Quiet – BarlowGirl (Not really!)

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Burn Out Bright – Switchfoot

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Nancy Drew – Reliant K (dang, I knew she would catch up to me someday…)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
All I Can Do – Jump5

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
That’s How You Know – Enchanted Soundtrack

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
The Show – Hawk Nelson

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Part of Your World – Little Mermaid

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Fish Heads – Dr. Demento

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Shadow Proves the Sunshine – Switchfoot (OMG, I promise I did not copy Cree, it just turned out that way!!!!!)

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Take It All – Hillsong United

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Peace – Third Day

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been – Reliant K

WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Kiss The Girl – Little Mermaid

So yeah... Your turn!

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

These are the words of the Cheshire cat in Alice and Wonderland. What do they mean? In Alice Through the Looking Glass, Humpty Dumpty explains the poem entitled, Jabberwocky. Maybe. Or he muddles your brain even more...

'You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,' said Alice. 'Would you kindly tell me the meaning of the poem called "Jabberwocky"?'
'Let's hear it,' said Humpty Dumpty. 'I can explain all the poems that were ever invented--and a good many that haven't been invented just yet.'
This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeated the first verse:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.'
'That's enough to begin with,' Humpty Dumpty interrupted: 'there are plenty of hard words there. "BRILLIG" means four o'clock in the afternoon--the time when you begin BROILING things for dinner.'
'That'll do very well,' said Alice: 'and "SLITHY"?'
'Well, "SLITHY" means "lithe and slimy." "Lithe" is the same as "active." You see it's like a portmanteau--there are two meanings packed up into one word.'
'I see it now,' Alice remarked thoughtfully: 'and what are "TOVES"?'
'Well, "TOVES" are something like badgers--they're something like lizards--and they're something like corkscrews.'
'They must be very curious looking creatures.'
'They are that,' said Humpty Dumpty: 'also they make their nests under sun-dials--also they live on cheese.'
'And what's the "GYRE" and to "GIMBLE"?'
'To "GYRE" is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To "GIMBLE" is to make holes like a gimlet.'
'And "THE WABE" is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?' said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.
'Of course it is. It's called "WABE," you know, because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it--'
'And a long way beyond it on each side,' Alice added.
'Exactly so. Well, then, "MIMSY" is "flimsy and miserable" (there's another portmanteau for you). And a "BOROGOVE" is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round-- something like a live mop.'
'And then "MOME RATHS"?' said Alice. 'I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble.'
'Well, a "RATH" is a sort of green pig: but "MOME" I'm not certain about. I think it's short for "from home"--meaning that they'd lost their way, you know.'
'And what does "OUTGRABE" mean?'
'Well, "OUTGRABING" is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hear it done, maybe--down in the wood yonder--and when you've once heard it you'll be QUITE content. Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?'
'I read it in a book,' said Alice.

There, that's a perfectly good explanation, right? It totally makes sense now.

'Twas four o'clock and the active and slimy badger/lizards/corkscrews
Did go round and round and make holes in the grass plot around a sun-dial
All flimsy and miserable were the shabby-looking birds
And the green pigs that had lost their way home were whistling and sneezing at the same time.

Oh, wow. Lewis Carrol was... perfectly insane when he wrote this book.

3D

I don't know about you, but I can be entertained for hours with the "Magic Eye" pictures. You know, when you stare at a seemingly abstract picture, then do a funny little thing with your eyes, then you can see a 3D shape pop out at you? They're so cool! Some might have trouble veiwing them, but once you get the hang of it, it's so much fun! See, look:

If you do it just right, you should see candies popping out. Want to try again? Here.

It's a dinosaur! Raaaaaaar!!!! Or how about this one?

Dun-dun-duuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!! A shark!

So if you can't see any of these well...sorry! Tell me if you can't and next time I see you, I'll teach ya.

I can't title this post because it's so random... oh wait, I kinda just did title it...oh well.

So, I faked ya'll out with my last poll. My cat's name is Sarah Katherine "Kitty" Gloetzner. So you were all right.

That's her on her 10th birthday. She's old. And sickly. Poor kitty.

Anywho...Happy Saint Patrick's day! If you're not wearing green, then *PINCH!* I am wearing a bright green dress, with matching shoes and a matching headband. So don't dare pinch me. If you want to know the story of St. Patrick, watch this... it's a tradistion in my family to watch it every March 17th. Veggietales is awesome. (Once again, if it doesn't work, move the circle thing foward a bit)

My new poll... mythical creatures. Ok, I looove all these creatures, but I rank them like this: Elves, Griffins, Dragons, Unicorns. But they're all amazing! Why? Let's start with elves. Legolas! YES! He's SOOOOO COOL!!!!!!!! *sigh* I wish I was an elf... ahem, anyways... griffins! They're...oh, how can you describe how awesome they are? Some say they're creepy, but let me tell you, I'd give almost anything to ride on one (Narnia!). Dragons. Imagine being able to ride that. Who could oppose you? Someone comes up WHOOOSH! Fire flames out, and your enemy is left behind you, a pile of ashes. And they can fly! And lastly, uncorns are pretty! Pretty, but fierce. Ever read the Last Battle? I know most of you have. Jewel, the amazing unicorn is my favorite character. So anyways, which (out of those four) is your favorite? Tellll me!

Here's the pro pics that Jackie Mallos took of me and my family.

Monique

Desi

Lilia (That's me!)

Ezra

And now...the infamous glare of Lilia...

Of course, this is the more tame version. I was glaring at my mom at the time. I wasn't serious, though, of course...

The Story of An Absent-Minded Lilia

When was the last time you were making hummingbird food and melted a pan with a copper bottom? I did. Last summer. Yes, it was hummingbird food. Yes, that's how absent-minded I am. How was I supposed to know that if you leave a pot of 1/2 a cup of water boiling that eventually the water will evaporate and melt the pan? My mom came in where I was reading an awesome book, I was totally into it, like I was a character, then my mom said, "Do you smell that?" "No," I said. Then I stepped out of the room. I didn't know burning metal has a smell, but apparently, it has. It doesn't smell good. Don't try it. I wouldn't buy it as a perfume, either. No one would be your friend. Or come within 50 feet of you. Then I ran into my kitchen, grabbed the pot and threw it into the sink. Then I did the next stupid thing. I turned the water on. Yeah, you're not supposed to do that to a flaming-hot pan. It started making really scary popping noises, and my mom started yelling at me, and I was crying, but then I was laughing too, because, oh my gosh, I just MELTED a pot! (Of course, I didn't laugh until my mom had left the room). So the hummingbirds starved that day. Sorry little fellas. So the next time you go to make hummingbird food, don't read a book at the same time. Or at least do it when you're parents aren't home.

Aslan

He created the world.
He forgives the unforgiveable.
He feels all our sadness.
He knows all that is and all that's to come.
He gives us strength when we're weak.
He's not tame but He's good.
He sacrificed Himself for a traitor.
Death can never bind Him.
He prepares us for the ugliest battles.
He makes us all royalty, sons and daughters of the Highest King.
He's there through it all and watches over us every step of the way.
He becomes bigger the more we grow.
He is both a Lion and a Lamb.
Grounded faith in Him can save you.
He started it all and will end it all.
His country is more beautiful, happier, and wonderful than anything we can ever imagine.
When He speaks in His country He no longer looks like a Lion.

Aslan is in our world, do you know who He is?

SUPERSONIC!

For my Family Force 5 lovers out there coughcoughanasarahheathercough Here ya go...oh, btw, did you know that when they say SUPERSONIC it means to be a Christian? So get, get, get SUPERSONIC! I'm choreographing a dance to this song right now, but Ezra and Monique already have the best part down, right Ana? (If the video says it's no longer available, just move the little dot thingy foward a TINY bit, just barely, I mean BARELY, and it'll work)


Have you heard the new sensation?
Can I give you some good news?
Let me tell you what it's all about, cuz it's sure to make you move
You never really see it coming
Cuz it hits you so so fast!
And when you're getting SUPERSONIC, baby
Then you know it's gonna last
(Talk to me now)
Let go of yourself
It'll be good for your health
Don't care who watches you gonna take it up a few notches
Come on, out your hands in the air
Act like a fool cuz you just don't care
You're felling so platonic
Now you're getting SUPERSONIC
Do you wanna get SUPERONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC!
Get super SUPERSONIC, baby!
Do you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC
It's super duper SONIC, baby!
Now you got that feeling
And it makes you want to fly
So have the faith to not play it safe
Cuz you never know when you'll die
Just lift Him up
Cuz you can't get enough
Your life is so symphonic
Cuz you chose to get SUPERSONIC
Do you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
Get get get SUPERSONIC
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get super SUPERSONIC sonic
DO you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC
Get super SUPERSONIC, baby!
Do you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC
Get super duper SONIC, baby!
Crouton: This is Crouton. I'm just makin' sure you keep it C-R-U-N-K in the USA. If you know what I mean?
Yayuh!
I know you like to party
I know you like to dance
When you're gettin' SUPERSONIC, baby
Then you know you're gonna get the chance
You cannot stop the body rock
You cannot stop the funk
When you're gettin' SUPERSONIC, baby
Then you know you're keep it crunk
SUPERSONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC
Oh my goodness
SUPERSONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC
Oh oh oh my goodness goodness
SUPERSONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC
Oh my goodness
SUPERSONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC
Oh oh oh my goodness goodness
Do you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC
Get super SUPERSONIC, baby!
Do you wanna get SUPERSONIC?
You gotsta get SUPERSONIC
Get get get SUPERSONIC
Get super duper SONIC, baby!
BONG

The Hart Treasure

I will now tell you a tale. A tale full of murder, romance, pirates, and treasure. A true tale. Allow me to begin.

Have you ever heard of Pancho Villa? He was a man who started a revolt in Mexico in the early 1900's. Many joined the revolt. Some were only boys. Boys like one named Joaquin Garcia. He joined the revolution and went on many raids to steal, kill, and destroy. On a raid, while Joaquin and the men he was with were stealing horses, they were caught by the government army. Everyone but Joaquin was hanged, because he was so young. He was only 15 or 16. I wonder if he was "pinchable". Joaquin was given two hours to run before they began to track him. He ran, literally ran, across the border to Fresno, California. But still in Mexico...

Imagine a beautiful ranch in Mexico. Cattle, sheep, a big family to run things, and... a wealthy gold mine. On this enormous ranch, there lived a beautiful girl with long, auburn hair. Thus girl's name was Elizabeth Del Los Monteros Hart. She was part English, hence the "Hart". One day, the men got word that Pancho Villa's army was coming to raid their ranch. For safety, they sent the women and children, including Elizabeth, across the border, while the fathers, brothers, uncles, and cousins stayed behind to fight. Elizabeth and the others fled to Fresno, California, where they were safe, for many years, not knowing of the fate that befell their men.
The raiders were not stopped by the small "army" that tried in vain to protect their ranch. The raiders took everything, including the gold, and hanged all the men. At least, they thought they killed all. Two men escaped. A man, John Hart, and his son, Edward Hart. These were uncle and cousin to Elizabeth Hart. The escaped the hanging and fled. All they owned, all they had worked for, all their family, was gone. In anger and revenge, John and Edward Hart became bandits. They robbed Mexican banks and churches, trying desperately to gain back what they had lost. They became outlaws. Others joined them, until they were a gang. When they had accumulated a large treasure, John and Edward searched for a hiding spot for it. Finally, after travelling miles through Mexico, they found the perfect spot. But one small problem. Indians lived there. So... they fought the Indians just like in a movie! With the Indians out of the way, John, Edward, and their gang found it. A cave. Like the pirates they were, a hole was dug in the cave. The treasure was buried. The cave covered up. John and Edward then murdered all who were with them. They were now the only ones alive who knew of the treasure and its location. A map was drawn. The years passed...

Edward died. John alone now lived with his secret. But he too was dying. He vainly searched for a living relative. Finally, he found Elizabeth, still in Fresno. John sent a telegram to his niece, beckoning her. She went to him, and he told her of the tragic end of the ranch. He told her of the treasure. He told her where it was hidden. He gave her the map. Then, John Hart died.
Elizabeth met Joaquin Garcia in Fresno. Ignoring his past, she fell in love with him, and they were married. Many years later, after Joaquin had died, Elizabeth would gather all her little grandchildren to her side, and would tell them the tale I have just told you, only in greater detail. She showed them the map. One little grandchild, Gilbert, was always fascinated with the story as were his cousins and siblings. He always wondered where his grandmother hid the map when she finished the story. No one knew. When Elizabeth died, her house was torn to pieces in a desperate search for the map. It was never found. Her house was later burned to the ground. No one ever found it. Perhaps she destroyed it. Perhaps it was stolen. Perhaps it burned down with the house. We shall never know.
Now, you might be wondering why I told you of little Gilbert. Well, Gilbert grew to be fine young man, and when he was 21, he married a beautiful 18-year-old girl named Fatima (Hers is a whole other story!). They had two children, Michael and Jennifer. When Jennifer was 18, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter, who inherited her great-great grandmother's auburn hair. This girl's name was... wait for it... LILIA!

In the Dead of Night...

It all started with worship practice. Sarah lost a piece to her drum set. After a thorough search of the stage, we (Sarah and I) decided we were going to go down to the sanctuary to borrow the piece from Frank's drum set (With permission, of course). Frankie tells me to grab a microphone while I'm at it. We creep down the back stairs, masters of stealth. No sound is made as we reach the last step. I push open the door to the sanctuary. It is twilight. Dim light seeps in through the windows. Doing some le parkour moves, we leap onto the stage. I stealthily remove a mic from its stand, while Sarah removes a piece from the amazing drum set. Then we're off again, before someone discovers us. We leap off the stage. We are on a mission. We don't realize that when you borrow something, you have to take it back later. As in the dead if night. When it's fully, completely, and sincerely dark.
"We can do this," I tell Sarah.
"Of course," she replies. "We're LBSANs! We're masters of stealth!"
"Right."
Once again, we creep down the back stairs. It seems quieter this time. I tip-toe up to the heavy door to reveal our opponent. Darkness. Sarah made a sudden move behind me, which startled me, and I screamed, which made her scream. We then composed ourselves.
"Okay," Sarah says, getting out her phone and handing it to me. "Call someone if something happens to us-"
"WHAT?!" I cut her off. "What are you expecting?!"
"It's just in case," she replies.
I step quietly into the ginormous room. Sarah follows close behind. We hear a thump.
"I heard a noise!" Sarah whispers hurriedly.
"It came from the high school room!" I say quickly, which was true, but my imagination is already running faster than a cheetah on jet-powered roller skates.
Slinking up against the wall, we come as far as the stairs to the right of the stage. The stage is dark. Very dark.
"Oh, Lilia, the stage is the darkest part!" Sarah says suddenly.
I agreed, and with a shriek, we run back for the door, arms outstretched towards it. I felt as if I was being chased. Sarah, who has her phone back by this time, shines its heavenly light at the door. Ah, the wonderful, inviting door. Behind which was the warm glow of fluorescent light. Hey, it's better than nothing.
"Let's get a lot more people to come with us," I say, as we walked shakily back up the stairs.
"Yeah," Sarah agrees, out of breath.
We re-enter the high school room. People are playing nine-square, playing instruments, or talking in groups. Who do we choose?
"Camyron's a leader," Sarah says.
"Yeah, let's ask her to go with us!" I answer.
Camyron agrees, and for the third time, we find ourselves walking down the backstairs. But this time we have Camyron. We're good. Right?
"I'm terrified of the sanctuary at night too, you know," Camyron says.
"Lovely," I think.
I push open the door. (Why is it always me who has to enter first?) I step in. I nearly scream when Camyron grabs my arm in a death grip, singing hymns as loud as possible. Sarah grabs hold of me, too.
"Why are you guys holding onto me?" I ask.
"Because you look the most brave," Camyron says.
I don't feel brave. At all. Then we came up to it. The stage. All we could see was pitch blackness. Stumbling over the steps, the three of us creep onto the stage. I replace the microphone. Sarah begins to replace the piece on the drum set. Camyron stands center stage, singing for all the darkness to listen and fear.
Abruptly she stops and says quickly, "Okay, girls really, are you done, because this is really dark!"
"I'm done," I say.
"Augh! I lost it!" Sarah says. She kneels down and, using her phone as a flashlight, begins looking for it. After what seemed like months, she found it and stood up. "Okay, let's go," she says, just as Camyron is starting into another song. Camyron 's amazing!
I begin walking back off the stage, but I trip on every thing possible: cords, amplifiers, stands, you name it. Finally, we practically fall off the stage, and begin walking back.
Camyron cheerfully says, "Oh, my eyes are adjusted now!"
"Yeah," I think. "This is good! It's not all that dark!" I begin to get happy, but then Camyron says...
"What if there was a dead person like right there?"
"CAMYRON!" Sarah yells.
I hear a scream, joined by two others, and realize the first scream came from me. We begin to run, screaming the whole way, all of us envisioning the dead person Camyron spoke of. As I reach the door, Sarah stomps on my bare foot, causing me to shriek again, this time in fear and pain. Sarah and I go through the door and let it close, because Camyron, who had gone down a different aisle, was behind us. She comes bursting through the door, breathless. We all stop to catch our breath, and then...
"Camyron! How could you???!!!" Sarah and I yell.
Laughing hysterically, she replies, "Sorry, I couldn't help it!"
*sigh* Leaders.

"Jesusholic"

So on Sunday, March 1. I had a really bad day. I hated that day. I cried and it was... just awful. But you wanna know a secret? When you have a bad day, Someone wants to know every little detail. Guess who? Ding ding ding!!! Jesus! (you know!) Whoa, that's a secret that should NOT remain a secret. So...it's actually not a secret, so...nevermind. So yeah (I say "so" a lot, don't I?), I went home and prayed out loud through my sobs to my bestest friend in the whole universe, Jesus! And I felt better! I stopped focusing on what had made my day so extremely awful, and started focusing on the good things about it. And "A happy heart makes you smile!" according to Proverbs 15: 13. That was the first verse I ever memorized. I had it down by the time I could talk, which was when I was 8 months old. So since it's embedded in my head so well, I forget what it actually means. You can put on a fake smile, but it's...fake. And people can tell. But when you rely on God to work out everything for good (Whoa, check it out another verse! Romans!), you can have a happy heart, and when you have a happy heart, you get a happy face, and when you get a happy face, you affect the people around you, who affect the people around them, and it's this amazing chain reaction, and pretty soon, THE WHOLE WORLD IS SMILING!!!! Well, maybe not, but hey, you can still affect a lot of people by how you act. I like to think of it like this. Say you went to some place like the Spectrum or Disneyland or even the grocery store. Most of those people, you only see once. Whatever they see you doing in that quick minute (maybe second), that's what they remember you as. They see you as having that attitude or personality. Do you want to be known by a random person as a gossip? Or a flirt? Or just plain annoying? I want (I'm not saying that I always am) to be seen as someone who is, as Ana would say, a "Jesusholic". I want someone to see me and think, "Wow, I want to be like her, she seems truly happy, because she has something I don't have, and I want that!" Just a little thing to remember the next time you go out somewhere.

My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses



And whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles

And warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with string

These are a few of my favorite things...

Cream-colored ponies



And crisp apple streudels

Doorbells and sleighbells



And snitchzel with noodles (Ew! I mean...doesn't it look, um...tasty?)



Wild geese flying with the moon on their wings (In truth, I hate geese)



These are a few of my favorite things...

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes (Aww, doesn't she look...happy?)



Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

Silver-white winters

That melt into spring



These are a few of my favorite things!

When the dog bites

When the bee stings (Chris Lee)

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad! (That's me with my mommy!)

Oh, the pain... oh the tragedy!

Okay, I'm pretty much writing this blog to complain to....you. I am in paaaaiiiiiin. I was playing link tag today at Linkin Park (hahaha) and I made a sharp turn and twisted my back strangely, and a sharp pain went to my hip. And it stopped hurting, but then after play practice, I played tag and it started hurting again. It hurts severely to move it, so I'm trying not to move, pretty much. Oh, OW! I moved! I need someone to, like, carry me places or something. Where's a boyfriend when you need one? Hahaha jk. Or maybe I could get crutches! Nah, I guess it's not serious enough for that. I wish I could get crutches! I've always wanted to! Oh, anyways, I'm watching the old Pink Panther cartoons, they're me and Desi's favorite cartoons. Anywho, they want me to start it again so... yeah. Pray that I will become miraculously healed...right now!

The Art of Fondant

"Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself I'm saying something that I should have never thought"...oh, hi! Just singing some Paramore... they're a great band....so I'm went to Disneyland with baby Declan Ross yesterday (he's Brenda Paternostro's grandson, and he's the cutest little thing!). Hahahaha Heather and Sarah, there were plenty of pinches. And one smiled at me....hahahah anywho... I love typing "...". It's fun. It's fun to say out loud, too. Dot dot dot. Yeah, I'm being a little weird today. No, Heather and Cree, I haven't been breathing in Sharpies. I was using one, though... Hey, so on Monday Ana and I practiced the age-old Art of Fondant. I have pictures to prove it...

See, that's Ana mixing the fondant

TAH DAH!!!! Fondant! I know, I know, it looks boring, but add some food coloring, and mix with your hands, and not only does it turn your hands awesome colors, but.....you get....

This! Well, after you mix for, like, ever, and then roll it out and cut it with cookie cutters.

Here's a different view...

Here's one of the creators! I know, you all want a picture of me, but tough, k?

Here's the cake!

Ezra looking in awe at our marvelous work of art.

So, we do make cakes for parties and stuff, $75 per cake, plus an invitation to the party and a $98 fee. So yeah. Did you know that I have globophobia?