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.