She wants.

A boy who will sit by her side, hold her hand, and be okay with silence.
He'll lean in a kiss her when she least expects it.
He will call just to say he loves her.
Someone she can do simple things for and know that he appreciates it.
He'll return the favor.
They can drive together without music, talk about nothing, and be relaxed.
She can kick off her shoes and put her feet up in her seat like a little kid.
He will just hold her when she needs him.
She would stand on her tip toes and kiss him.
He would put his hands on her waist and pull her closer, feeling the smile on her lips.
He lets her keep his shirt.
He kisses her in front of his friends.
He calls her beautiful, not hot or sexy.
He lets her play with his hair.
He will get her mad, and then kiss her.
Lets her fall asleep in his arms.
He kisses her forehead.

It's strange how hard life can get in the blink of an eye. Yesterday I was sitting on the carpet with Jason and Jake missing recess because we couldn't stop laughing during devotion. Today, I'm sitting on my carpet alone, missing a party because I don't want to make stupid decisions with everyone else. There's always a partner in crime, but when you're on the other end, there is seldom anyone else to join you.

I'm not like most girls.

Sober. Permanently.

Virgin, on purpose, until marriage.

Christian.

Work-aholic.

Lead foot.

Not shy but not crazy.

Carnivore.

Reader.

Ambitious.

Says no to drugs.

Simple.

Just something I needed you to know.

How will you give something beautiful to the world?

You know...

You seem to know many of the answers to life's questions the very second
you start to live your own life.

Things to live by that are sure to make you happy!

It's a dog eat dog world. Be safe. Be a fish.

The great thing about a bad day is that it's only 24 hours long.

Scuff up your knees having a crawling race with the little ones.

Act like each person you meet will only meet you once.

Treat each person like it's their last day.

Dandelions are flowers.

Build a bear. Or a dog.

Meet new people doing something crazy.

Smile.

Text people sitting next to you. Across from you.
And in the next car on the interstate.

Make lists of future plans, reasons you are who you are,
and ideas that will make you millions of pennies one day.

Attach a dog to a leash, and the leash to your ankle. Run.

Call 911 when you see a crash.

Play Where's Waldo?

Mix up people's names.

Be honest.

Laugh until someone snorts. Then laugh harder.

Listen to new music.

Wish at 11:11. But take a picture of 9:12.

Out run a creeper.

Switch phones.

Take photo's.

Live.

One World, One Love.

...What's your aim?

Psst!

     ...miss you.

8 seconds

In the 8 seconds it took him to cross the room, I saw it all. Whatever pride he may have established, whatever feats he overcame, whatever other hurts he had met, none of it mattered, nor compared to the emotion he experienced now. The heartache of losing something close to him. The heartache of losing a best friend. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. What do you tell someone who is completely broken? Not to mention I didn't even know his name. But his emotion was so real, it sort of bonded those around him. As if we were supporting him in some strange, and distant group-hug sort of way. Raw emotion is something no one can explain, but everyone understands. It's a language anyone can both speak and interpret. I felt like I should shout out to him. Maybe jump up and give him the biggest hug I have ever given. Write him a letter. That sounds silly, but I just couldn't think of how to match the power he was wearing on his sleeve. So I sat in my plastic waiting room chair watching him make his way over the tiles. Like everyone else, I stared. For 8 seconds, we were all one. We were all very real parts of the circle of life. And then, he left. Leaving each of us to ponder ourselves silently in accord to our personal beliefs and morals. In our plastic waiting-room chairs, we looked at life and death in the same hand.

What it's all about.

It's about teaching them the things that matter, when they matter.

Talking to them about Jesus and saying prayers with them from day one.

Singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The ABC's, and the Itsy Bitsy Spider and pretending to enjoy it.

Every single time.

It's about reading stories before bedtime.

Allowing them to paint and draw and use too much glue without getting nervous about your carpet.

Showing them the outdoors and God's creation so they learn to respect and love it for themselves.

Going on camping trips and picnics from the early years.

All the way to the years when it's embarrassing to admit.

It's about traveling and showing them how big our world is.

Putting them on sports teams, in Scouts, or classes to learn an instrument or two.

Finding crayon-drawings on the walls, and not getting too mad.

Hanging pictures and papers on the fridge and framing their artwork for the halls.

It's about going to the park and getting sticky hands from melting ice cream.

Having a play-do budget for when they mix the colors or leave it out.

Getting bubble gum out of hair and grass stains out of jeans.

Buying new clothes and shoes during growth spurts.

It's about fun family portraits and cute wallet pictures.

Letting them help make dinner, despite the extra hour it takes.

Sitting down and eating it together.

It's about giving them big boxes and seeing what they create out of it.

Picking out birthday party themes.

Listening to music with the windows open on a nice day.

Taking too many pictures of them in their too-many outfits.

It's about giving them a pet to teach responsibility.

Letting them play in the sprinkler.

Eating popsicles outside, so they don't drip in the kitchen.

Cutting the crust off their sandwiches.

It's about leaving them notes of encouragement for a hard day.

Hugging and kissing them goodbye.

Dressing them in hoodies, jeans, and chucks.

Not getting impatient when they need two baths a day.

It's about showing them all the love you have for them.

Sometimes regretting some of your actions or words.

Realizing they are growing up.

And crying.

Letting them go.

Dear you.

1. I hate you because I think I fell for you. And I don't want to. Because falling ends with scratches.

2. You're my best friend. I feel most comfortable around you. Thanks.

3. I can't believe it took us this long to start hanging out...after our parents begged us to meet....bahaha. good times.

4. I once said to myself "he'll never give me the time of day." and in the same day, you did. And I laughed. Hard.

5. I wrote a song for you! You'll hear it soon!

6. I'm glad our friendship didn't work out.

7. I still have some of your clothes, books, and cd's. It's not my fault you never came back for them.

8. I wish you would write to me.

9. I don't get you. But it's kinda fun to try.

10. You are the sweetest person I have ever met and you seem so happy. I pray that he proposes to you someday.

Love, me.

*think you're on here? let me know and I'll tell you the truth. Maybe.

I got accepted, I got accepted, I got accepted...

And yes, I danced.

I really want to scream. I think I might, when my throat stops hurting.

Today I gave out paper cranes to the people who passed me in the hospital and came up with the perfect 1,000 paper crane project for myself. I am adding my own spin to it and photography is involved; so all should be fun.

I feel really cruddy today. I thought I was getting better, but today I woke up worse than how I started! Arg. I am frustrated beyond belief. I am sick of being sick. Literally, I think. I wasn't feeling well during class today and I don't even remember the quiz...so I can't imagine I did well on it. It's almost Friday, and here I am doing nothing yet again. I want to, but I want to get better first. Or else it'll never go away.

I don't know. I just needed to rant. I'm having a hard time being optimistic with things right now. I'm working on it though.

I would kill for ice cream and I don't even know why. Because I have no appetite.

I'm sorry.

I'm just really upset. I was all excited that I was feeling better...and well, now I'm not. But it's almost the weekend. A full day of work, and then weekend time.

I gave up spending money on anything unnecessary for lent. Today, I bought a shirt from the hospital. It says the name of the hospital and I bought it as a sign for myself. Sort of "I'm buying this because I don't plan on ever coming back" sort of thing. It's more of a personal thing and I really am not counting that towards my what-not-to-buy. I do plan on sticking to my goal. I think it will help a lot with the whole conversing with God thing I've been neglecting to do.

Okay, I'm going to bed.

I just needed to get a few things out.

Thanks for reading.

By the way, if you have read all of this, could you like, write a comment? With at least your name. I had over 50 page views with my last post. I am just curious how that is even possible.

Night, kids.

This is pointless. If you read this, your either really bored, or my best friend. =)

I just have too much on my mind. I need somewhere to put the little stuff. It won't make sense. It's not poetic, nor does it have a hidden or deeper meaning. But it's a needed thing.

I organized my green thing today. Drawer one is my letter-drawer. I have my envelopes and cards in a converse box. I have a notebook of contacts/addresses. Underneath of it I have a folder of plain and lined paper. There's a small green box with regular stamps, postcard stamps, and index cards I've already finished. I also have my postcrossing book in there. I'm waiting on my five sent postcards to arrive at their destinations! ((postcrossing.com)). There is currently a postcard on it's way to Finland, Scotland, Taiwan, China, and Germany. I can't wait to get some as well. I think it will be cool. I love writing letters with simple messages. I rarely get mail outside of bills. Today I did get a 4 pound package from peta. Haha. I kept the stickers.

I want to make a small, wire, elephant.

Today, I bought some food! I'm pretty stoked. I needed things for lunches for work. I got hot dogs, easy mac, lunch meat, cheese, bread, string cheese, ramen noodles, minute rice, and something else. I can't remember what it is. I also bought a SoBe drink-Fruit Punch. It tastes like Fruitopia! I haven't had that in AGES. I loved Fruitopia. Anyone remember that stuff? I also thought about Rocket Power, and amazing nickelodeon show they need to bring back. My favorite character was Otto Rocket. Reggie was cool too though. I think I remember all their names.

I didn't color in my ninja turtle book today. I need more green crayons.

I found my glasses today, too. But not my jacket. I left it at waffle house and it was stolen. So I have no coat. Real great for someone who has Pleurisy, pneumonia, and an ear infection, right? I think so.

I have a calendar that I got for free from Half Price Books. I use it to write one good thing about each day-something short and simple. I went back through and read it just now and these are my favorites:

January 1st says "I colored on my wall"

January 3rd "I told my parents I'm not going to school"

January 4th: "I'm going to school"

January 18th: "napped"

January 26th: "It ended"

January 28th: "Created Blog"

February 1st: "Drove around and looked at rich people's houses"

February 2nd: "Nothing!"

February 6th: "I forget"

Just thought I'd share.

I also went through my pictures today and made a small album of 40 pictures that make me smile. I think I'll post some of them on here eventually.

Gwen and I are going to do a 1001journals project ((1001journals.com)). And we have lots of exciting ideas. We are thinkers, I think. We also are solving a mystery at the moment. And have the ultimate childcare planned out. And are now on a Youth Board. And we make awesome chair sculptures. And she bought me an elephant I named Rodney.

I did laundry today because no one else in my house knows how this week.

This is what I do when I'm stressed. I write down everything I have done, need to do, think about...

I'm listening to good music right now. Jminus rocks, kids. Check it.

I really really want some funny movies, but Idk what's funny. Any suggestions? I want something clean. I'm sick of all this crap that's only funny because it's perverted. I want to laugh. I think I need to.

I can't wait to move out. I am so excited! My dad and I talked a little about it yesterday. Despite what's going on, it's still going to be built in the "spring". However, I don't know exactly when that is. But hey, I'll wait. I get my own floor. I'll be living on the second story of my mom's studio. Rent free! Because I'll be "watching" her equipment. Still have to pay bills and stuff. So I'm predicting I will have no cable and no unlimited texting. I'll need internet for school, I'm sure. But I'm going to have a hard time paying for all this when I'm going to school. So I'm willing to give up things. Besides, I don't watch tv now, I only watch movies. I'm excited to have my own place just so I can grow my movie collection. Haha. I have no more room here to get anything. I can use the bed I have now, I have a chair, I'll need a couch and that's about it. I'll get new stuff eventually, but I definitely have enough to start out with. Well, I think I'll need a table. Haha. But I'm GREAT with finding deals. I thrift shop a lot.

However, I'm not sure what's going to happen if I get accepted to Ball State ((I find out in one week!!!!)). Because I won't be home. Hmm.

I haven't been able to pick up my guitar lately. And I'm going insane. I did the other day and it was great! But it's hard because everyone's asleep when I finally do have time. and my drums are getting lonely, too.

I also organized the hall closet today, too. I organize when I'm stressed. And I ramble. But going through all my sister's junk is definitely a job in itself. She's such a girly girl. I have no clue where she gets it! She has this glitter hair spray that she has used soo much, it's gone. She bought it less than a month ago. Why do you need glitter in your hair anyways? And makeup. She has more makeup than anyone I've met. She doesn't wear it out or anything ((only because I won't let her)) but she still puts it on for fun. OFTEN. Why? She's only 8! I want to buy her chucks, but she has so many shoes, she keeps them in an old toy box, that the lid won't shut. I can fit in this box, mind you. That's wayyy too many. I have 6 pairs now. Geeze guys you only have two feet. Why do you need so many?

I bought one of those re-usable shopping bags from wal-mart today. Mostly because I had too much stuff and couldn't find a cart. But I have wanted one just because. It is kinda nice. You know, go green and all.

If you are still reading this, you deserve something. A cookie or a sucker. I have both.

Sometimes, It only takes a smile.

Sometimes, it only takes a hug to make someone smile.

Or a letter in the mail.

Or a song suggestion.

Sometimes, it takes merely a word reminding them you care.

I know someone who desperately needs a smile.

Beautiful, broken, world.

If you never had an enemy, would you understand the worth of a friend?

-Warren Barfield

So.

Raise your hand if you've ever seen a girl with makeup.

Raise your hand if you've ever seen a guy look in the mirror.

Raise your hand if you have read a headline on a new diet.

Raise your hand if you have ever defined beauty as being associated with one

or all of the above.

Raise your hand.

Because you have.

I've noticed I have some sort of magnetic pull towards things things with quotes.

Little things:

-Jones Soda bottle caps

-Dove chocolate wrappers

-Fortune Cookies

-Starbucks cups

-Taco Bell sauces

-Valentines conversation hearts

I especially love, and am notorious for doing this:

-Writings quotes on walls and bathroom stalls

-Stickers that say simple things

-One-word letters

Which is maybe why it makes my day every time I drive

through Fountain Square and read

"You Are Beautiful"

on the roof of Dolphin. I LOVE things like that.

I think Beautiful is an amazing word. In fact, I think it's my favorite.

How often do you find true beauty?

How often do you feel truly beautiful?

I adore finding the words "You Are Beautiful" because I know that the word

is getting out! Someone has decided to take it upon themselves to

remind the world just how beautiful they are. Despite the negatives that seem to

be in play all around us, it is a beautiful world.

The only beautiful things are the things that do not concern us

-Oscar Wilde

Lately, a lot of terrible things have been brought to my eye in our world.

Strangely enough, along with noticing those things, I've also noticed what is truly

beautiful.

Like quotes.

Memory.

A child's smile.

Talents.

Light.

Silly things, I suppose.

But I like them.

Yes, there are hardships. There is sin, there is disgusting, heart stabbing things

out there. But that's just how it is. That is a part of this life, and I am sick of

focusing on them! I'm tired of hearing only about the

really good or really bad things in the news. What about the simple stuff?

How many of you know what First Friday is here in Indy?

It's one thing I can count on being there to make me feel surreal. A vacation of

sorts, for me. How many of you know the number of short films created

in a single day? You can Google it. But how many of those

are films that made someone reflect on their life? Made them cry even? Smile?

I have things that mean a lot to me, for little or no reason at all. And so do you.

I challenge you to make a list this week.

Or just tomorrow!

Of some of the simple pleasures in your life that maybe you don't notice.

Or ones that you notice, but others don't.

Here's a tiny part of mine:

Prayer

Stars

Shoelaces

Door handles

Flowers

Simple words

Dollar menu

Work

Internet

Snail mail

Telephone lines

Rocks

Pencils

Thought

Rhythm

Coffee

Medicine

Mailman

Trash bags

Rain

Shower curtains

Socks

Sunglasses

Friends

Gas stations

Enemies

Kids

Paint

Soap

Street signs

Stop lights

Clouds

Buildings

Dirt

Senses

Movies

She's just a little girl, time isn't holding her down

she's just a little girl, she never needed a crown...

-Stephen Speaks

"You are depressed."

No shit, really!?

Want to know why?

It's you.

Congratulations.

Your ranting and yelling finally took it's toll.

Now, I have another thing to add to my list.

Reasons I couldn't live up to your standards.

How many is that now?

Or can you not count that high?

I don't need your fake pity.

I don't need your happy pills.

I have God and the sunshine.

I'll make it on my own.

I am tired of hearing what's wrong with me.

You're too sad.

But just around you.

You're sick.

What's new?

Too slow.

Don't care.

Too dumb.

Smart enough.

Short.

It's a ninja thing.

Fat.

Yeah right.

Whatever else we can throw at you.

Not listening.

Guess what?

I'm none of those things.

I am a gift from God.

And to God.

Just because my dreams aren't like yours.

I'm not the 'girl you raised me to be'.

Does not mean I'm wrong.

It means I'm different.

O snap.

Non-conformity.

You'll live.

So will I.

If

you let me go!

Stop trying to fix me!

I'm not broken.

I am.

I need God, but I'm scared.

I talk to Him, but I whisper.

I ask of Him, but I don't give.

I look for Him, but I don't search.

I say the world I a lot.

I've lived a selfish life.

I don't know who I am.

Or even, who I should be.

Or how to find me.

Good thing I'm not looking for me.

I'm looking for I am.

Genesis 15:1 'Do not be afraid Abram. I am your shield, your very great reward.'

John 14:6 'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the father except through me.'

Isaiah 41:10 'Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you, I will uphold you in my righteous right hand.'

smile

Think about it.

A single word.

A single picture.

A single object.

A single prayer.

Send something to a friend to make them smile.

If you want, send me a picture of it and I'll post it on here. I plan on starting a traveling journal soon, and this will be the theme. Check out 1001journals.com

When did the world become colorful?

So a few years ago, my little sister and I were watching a tv show set a few years back where the characters were watching an old b & w movie. My sister turns to me and says "Sissy, when did the world become colorful?" I asked her what she meant and she replied "When did it stop being black and white like that? Who colored it?"

That is the cutest quote I have ever heard, to this day.

I don't remember what reminded me of that, but I kept replaying that part of my past in my head today. I am always fascinated by the things that kids say and the way their mind works. But this, this really stumped me. I mean, sure, the answer is obvious in literal sense. "Danielle, the world's always been colorful, the tv set could only show black and white at first." However, I can't help but think there is another meaning to this question. Today, I just cleaned and chilled here, so I had a lot of time to think about it. Thing is, out of all the branches of thought that sprouted off this question; the hours (literally) that I've spent thinking about the possible answers; I came up with only one that would work.

"Sissy, when did the world become colorful?"

"When we found hope."

take of it what you want

Side Notes:

Just to clear things up, the blog entitled "sometimes life is like..." is just a blog. No. I did not get turned down by a gay guy. No, I did not fall in love with anyone. But I was having a bad day and I had the same feelings that a girl who got turned down in that way might have. If that makes sense.

By the way, who is "Yours Truly"? It's really bothering me that you won't tell anyone who you are.

Mmm...food....

So you need to go to Maria's pizza right now. 

2930 Shelby St.

Indpls. IN, 46203

The original (and amazing) pizza place.

Any suggestion on other good food places?

Other times life is like...

Sweet! I found a dollar!

Sometimes life is like....

Dear Bobby,

So I finally think I could believe in love. I don't yet. Well, maybe I do. I more just feel like it's possible. But not plausible. You said you loved me. You've said it more than once. Ignoring it worked for awhile, but now, it's always there on my mind. What's on yours?

Love,

Sally.

Dear Sally,

I'm sorry. I'm gay.

Love,

Bobby.

Sometimes, we need a push

Sometimes, we need a pull.

Sometimes, we need a reminder.

Sometimes, we need to forget.

Sometimes, we need to be sat down, slapped in the face, and told to shut up.

And other times, we need to be blinded. So we can truly see.

Most of the time, we need all of the above.

If you were completely blind, but could see for just one hour each month, how would you most often spend your time?

When I first heard this question, my mind jumped immediately to what we consider "beautiful" things. The ocean, mountains, fields, sunsets, colors, nature, everything! I would want to see those! So to go along with my answer, I went searching for pictures on the net of things considered 'amazing', 'beautiful' or 'breathtaking'. After about ten minutes of fishing through some truly well-shot photographs, it hit me.

I stopped.

I almost started to cry even. I realized that the true question is not if we were blind, but this:If you could see clearly, but for just one hour each month you were blind, how would you most often spend your time?

Would it be easier to lean on the things that matter? Like faith, love, and true happiness? I'm not saying that the people whom cannot see, those who were born blind, are stronger in faith and love. Maybe for them, it would be the opposite. An hour a month of sight?

But what if we were given an hour each month to be blind?

Is that not the same effect our trials here on earth can have on us? When we go through rough times, blinding times, does it not usually remind us that we need help? We need something much bigger than our problems? We need God. Plain and simple. I believe that when one becomes blind, they can focus on not only the path that is before them, but both the consequences and opportunities to come and the ones we've come through.

The trials we face can be a blessing in so many ways. Sometimes, I wonder, if they could even be considered trials in the end.

breathtaking

breathgiving

Dear God-

Hey. So it's been awhile. And I think we need to talk. I'm not perfect, and I think it's getting worse. I feel like a disease and I can't take it anymore. I feel like I can't be around anything, or anyone. It's almost like the opposite of a disease. Because it's the things around me that seem contagious. I don't have all the right friends, and I let them rub off on me. When someone tells me I'm not good enough, I listen. When I read or hear about anyone in hollywood, I start to evaluate myself. I listen to everything around me. Everything except you. Does this mean you're not around me anymore? I feel like that's what's happening. I've accumulated so much, and it's all in the way of us. The more I rely on down here, the less weight I need to put on you.

What happened to us?

How do I get you back?

I think your the perfect DB. But why is it, that I can sit here and say I believe in you, I believe that you are my everything, I can admit that you should be my everything, but I can't bring myself to do anything about it? I feel like I know the steps. I've heard them in school for 12+ years. But hearing about you, and experiencing you are way too different. So what do I do now? Dad, I feel like a terrible person. I want to ask "Why on earth did you die for me?" But then I realize, that's the answer. You died for me because of this earth. Because I fell to sin and you gave me a way out. Because you love me. I don't have to be perfect for you to love me. Yeah, that's pretty cool, but it makes me feel like crap. Why do you love people like me? I guess that's not an answer I'll ever understand. *sigh*

Well. Thanks. Thanks for still loving me. I need to say that more often, I know. I will promise to try. But I think I need your help with some things right now. Naturally, I need help with everything. However, there are some things happening in the near future that I'm completely unsure of. And I need to know I can cry on your shoulder. I really hate that it takes intensity to remember you. I will try to work on that. I really want to. But maybe this is what I need. I need to go through the fire sometimes to remember you. Thanks for the bad days. Most of all, thanks for not leaving my side through them. No matter what.

Thanks for fighting for me.

I'm done fighting for myself.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

I want to know you.

You are much more interesting.

Love,

Christina.

This is love, kids.

Who needs a Valentine?

I don't want to hear what you have to say,

I don't give a damn,

You stuck yourself to some fantasy,

And now you want me to live up to what you dreamed up.

That's not going to happen.

Patience, love, I'm only human,

A little girl in this giant world,

I won't put my dreams aside for you,

To fulfill the ones you intended for me.

This is my life.

If, in the end, I am a failure to you,

It will be your loss,

Because to fail is to have succeeded in wisdom,

I will learn from my own mistakes.

So today, I took a step.

I'm one of those "two steps forward, one step back" kind of human.

Sometimes though, I take big steps. So big, that if I do fall back, I'm still ahead.

It was one of those kind of steps today.

And I'm really sorta scared of falling.

You're just a little girl?

What do you know?

She answered in smile.

Put her hand on his arm,

said to sit down,

this might be hard

She sat across

Smiling weak

Without parting lips

began to speak

rolled up her sleeves

Pulled up her hair

Revealing breaks

beyond full repair

Around her throat

down to her back

lay the remains

of failed attacks

Sir, I know more

Than I think I should

Today:

Take a walk.

If the whole world were listening,

what would you say?

I don't know what I would say. At first I was quick to assume position of a leader figure in my head, pointing out all of the things they are doing wrong. But after thinking about it, I realize that isn't my place. Who I am to tell the world what they need to work on? Sure, sometimes it's beneficial to hear criticism but that's what the world hears every single day! Think about it-America. We have a lot to fix. But we already know this! Okay just look at this list. This is from today's CNN top stories:

Energy and economy, a balancing act for Obama

Economy shrinks 3.8%

Brown: Not the time for Wall Street bonuses

Exxon posts annual profit record

Haggard explains his sexual preference

Octuplets: mom has six other children

14 hospitalized in carbon monoxide leak

Obama girl look-alike model in spotlight

Can you eat well for under $10?

Pole dancer spice up school program

Disgraced pastor admits second relationship with man

How bacteria can help you lose weight

Stuff white people like

Okay. So what that translates to is this: Economy sucks, no one has any money; to save money, we are eating more and more fast food whose prices and dropping; because we are eating so much fast food, there is a "how to do the ____ diet" everywhere you look; we need to take care of what we own whether we have money or not; population is growing, despite it all; sexual immorality is no longer immoral; and we are still very black vs. white.

But, the world already knows all of this. It's in the headlines! They just need to do the math. No, we don't need another someone to tell us how cruddy we are living our lives. We need someone to tell us it's okay. Show us what we are doing right.

So.

If the whole world were listening,

What would you say?

I strike quickly, being moved.

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

((Romeo and Juliet, Act 1 Scene 1))

So is this how it should be? Is Sampson here in the right? Being that he is not easily angered, but when he is, he can do some damage? Or is Gregory right to mock him later, when saying Sampson would run away rather than fight? Should we be slow to anger, or never angry at all? I understand that anger is a sin, but what would it be like, if anger did not exist with the rest of the sins? Would we have an easier chance at following the Law? Do all of the sins bounce off of eachother? Would there murder if there was no anger? Stuff like that. What if there was a way to get rid of just one sin. Which one would be best to rid...

That's just what I'm pondering right now. Romeo and Juliet has been on repeat in my head for about a month! Arg.

Who are you, really?

Would you be able to sit down, right now, and write a book about yourself? What if someone was to be born 6 months from today, someone who would take your place; would you be able to write with enough truth, detail, and perspective that he or she could live the life that you did? That you are living right now?

I can't.

I can list things about myself. My likes, dislikes, hobbies...but I couldn't tell you who I am if my life depended on it. Who can? I mean, sure, go to a bookshelf and find autobiographies by the truck loads, but are any of them detailed enough to achieve the act of truly portraying who someone is?

I don't know what others think of me, not entirely and I don't think I want to know. I do know what I think of other people, and from a bystanders perspective, I could write a book about several of them. However, I wonder how much I would be missing. I'd venture to say any autobiography is missing at least 80% of what that person is all about. Why? Because we hide who we are. Whether we try to or not. On how many myspace pages can you find the words "I don't care what people think of me"? I don't know either, but there are over 13 million results on Google for that phrase. And I don't think there is a single person in this world who can say that in pure honesty.

If you don't care what others think, then why do you wear certain brands? Put on makeup? The car you drive, the music you listen to, the way you wear your hair, it's all been a-effected by your surroundings. I say 'a-effect' rather than 'effect' for two reasons: affect means to impress the mind or move the feelings of. effect means a mental or emotion impress produced. So it's both. Because that is exactly what everything around us does! Someone tells you they like your hair, you feel better about it. When someone puts you down, you feel 'put-down'. That's where the phrase came from kids. We are molded and shaped throughout our lifetimes, yes, but we are put through the fire on a daily basis.

So is it possible to write an instruction guide on how to be you? Maybe. But you have to write in it every single day until your dead.

Winning Hands, Winning hearts.

How to win this girls heart.

Be honest.

Know how to have fun.
Respect my morals.

Be able to handle serious conversations.

Spontaneous.

Enjoy road trips.

Be open minded.
Christian.
Have patience with me. Know that I'm afraid of commitment.

A hug is just as good as a kiss sometimes.

Be cheesy sometimes.
Love or at least respect the arts; music, writing, painting...

Be okay with me, medically.

Be dorky.
Don't lean on me with everything; remember I'm only human.
Laugh a lot.

Do Not be clingy.

Like video games.

Hold my hand.

Diamonds are overrated.

Don't spend money on "dates". Just go and do stuff with me.

Listen to my rants.

Know that I am trying.

Don't fall in love with me.

How this girl will win your heart.

Listen when you talk.

I'll pay.

I leave you notes.

Admit that I'm wrong.

Distance means nothing to me.

I'll respect your morals.

I'm real, raw, and sincere.

Fun.

Play your video games.

I won't try too hard.

Guitar and drums, baby.

Mostly independent.

I'll be your friend first.

Laid back and up for whatever.

I'll remind you of your inner child.

Completely goofy when needed.

Understanding.

I'm fun size.

I wear clothes; not strings.