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Tofu and Unoriginality

(Small update- sorry I haven't posted in a while, school keeps me busy. My Halloween and Thanksgiving were fun!)

So, I'm here to talk about many things, respect being one, imagination being another.

Everyone has idiosyncrasies, everyone has those little habits or whatevers that they do or think. One of my main pet-peeves is when people try to force someone to be more like them because they don't particularly like that person's originality.

Don't be like that, okay? Variety is the spice of life. Spice is vital for good taste. Don't be tofu.

For me personally, I'm the type of person who doesn't understand why I'm supposed to constantly make new friends when I have some already. Why would I want more people to worry about? And yet, sometimes I feel that the world around me is trying to force me into making as many friends as possible, no matter how comfortable I am with that. I'd much rather have a small group of friends and care about them fiercel…

Some Ramblings and a Story

So, I've got no real plan of where this post is going, but I want to write. So, here I go.

Next week is homecoming week. Like any girl, I just couldn't resist posting a picture of my dress. (I got it at a garage sale and it fits perfectly, YEAH)

Now now, don't peg me as a girly-girl. It's my pet-peeve. But recently I've been buying dresses and stuff, and I realized that it's not that bad. So, that's a little sneak peek into my life.

I've decided this post will be for a little story I wrote. Here we go.

"Bookstore"

I walk into the store from the chilled December air, the warm scent of old books wafting around, curling the corners of my lips like the corners of old pages. My emerald green eyes sift through the spines of hundreds of tomes. I float on the promise of stories and happily-ever-afters to my favorite section, Poetry. I've been to this little shop a hundred times, and every Wednesday at six, the boy with the pretty smile is there. I&…

All People Are Born Sinful

I remember in elementary school, I attended a program at my church called AWANA. If you've gone to a church as a child, you may be familiar with it. Anyway.

There was this kid who would sometimes go, and he was in my grade in school. To be honest, I disliked him. He was loud, rude, inappropriate, and was of the "angry, I-hate-authority" sort. (Now, I've gotten to know him a bit better, and sometimes he's kind of nice.) He told me he only went for the games.

Frankly, I was upset that he came. My thoughts were- "He shouldn't be allowed to come just for the games! He doesn't belong here!"

"He doesn't belong here."

I am very ashamed of myself for having thought that.

People who "don't belong" are exactly the people that need to belong the most. And we Christians as a whole are not doing a good job of accepting people. We've gotten to the point where we think we can turn people away from God because we think "oh, H…

Lovely Things

The day that I first saw him
I was wearing a cloud-colored dress
With a satin ribbon in the back
And a white bow in my red hair.
His sapphire gaze struck me silent,
His gentle hands guided me to dance
Under the weeping willow tree
Behind my grandmother's garden.
"Beware," whispered I so quietly,
"I have a weakness for lovely things."
His grin made me feel faint,
His eloquent reply more so-
"And I, for things of beauty, for
None is more beautiful than you."
We oft would run hand-in-hand
Behind that old weeping tree,
He would sneak a kiss or two
Upon my rosy, blushing cheeks.
My lover of the gilded summer,
He kept me dreaming all day,
His hay-colored hair that hides
His lovely sky-colored eyes.
This lover of beauty, my dreamer,
Wished on shooting stars all night.
As the leaves started to slowly die
And dance their way to the ground,
I spied my love in the schoolyard
Holding the hand of another girl.
My heart was aghast at this scene
And it cracked slowl…

The Human Equation

Last night at about 11 (which is when all good thoughts happen), I had a revelation.

My whole life, I've been a bit... socially awkward. I think I'm pretty good at hiding it, but for the most part, I'm not very in-tune to what people are going to do or say. I've gotten better over the years, but there's always been that nagging confusion and intimidation by people as a whole.

Finally though, last night, I cracked the code!

I tend to look at life as a massive sociological experiment. I consider people as the "Human Variable," considering there's basically no constant in them. Or so I thought.

I now am the sole guardian of what I call the "Human Equation."

In this equation, we are solving for a, which is the action a certain person will perform at a certain time. It's all very theoretical, but here it is:

a = s[e(p+v+h+f)], where e= environment, p= personality of the subject, v= values of the subject, h= history of the subject, f= feelings …

"It Smells Like Starlight"

My summer has been so packed with so many amazing things!

I did Lifest in July, where my brother's band WithoutExcuse played. It was so super amazing! I bought a buttload of TWLOHA gear, since I love them so very dearly.

I also went to my second home, Lake Ellen Camp. I love that place, I love the people, I just love it!

I learned so much and I really grew so much in my faith. My best friend got baptized, too! I can't express how much I want to be on the staff next year, when I'm old enough, and stay the whole summer. I made so many friends and I miss them already.

One night, all the girls in my cabin stayed up till about midnight (2 hours after curfew, we like to live dangerously) just stargazing.

Here's a status I wrote about it-

Last night, I went out and looked at the stars in Michigan. An overwhelming emotion overcame me and I actually almost cried with the sheer beauty of creation above me. Among my sleep-deprived comments of "it smells like starlight" …

Vespephobia and Cleaning Spray

I am... blessed... with the ability of many, many phobias, one of the worst being Vespephobia. That's the fear of wasps.

So let me tell you the nightmarish occurrence that just occurred.

I was inside, minding my business, watching MTV like someone who's extremely bored, when I look up... and there's a big, fat wasp there.

You may be thinking "just kill it, it's just a wasp."

WRONG.

It is terror in the form of a small, insectoid, exoskeletal bundle of yellow and black.

LOOK AT IT. Just looking this picture up made me shudder.


Anyway, I froze. Then, like any other teenager my age... I posted it to Facebook. I got some likes and suggestions of what to do, but I just texted my mom (I was home alone, to make matters worse).

Eventually I couldn't stand crouching on the opposite side of the room from the beast, and I took the dogs and cat and remotes and ran outside. I ended up watching the TV from the window, sitting on the lawn and making sure my cat didn'…

We Are Narcissists with Self-Esteem Issues

Really, we are. Just think about it.

People are going out of their way to make sure everyone knows just how awkward, depressed, antisocial, and messed-up they are.

Hey guess what- everyone is. Everyone feels awkward. Everyone can feel depressed (although I recognize Depression as a real mental disorder, considering I have medication for it). Everyone can be antisocial. Everyone is messed-up.

Teenagers these days are all over the media, crying out in anguish as someone posts a comment that makes them feel unloved and unwanted and unspecial. I have one thing to say- grow up.

Now now, before you start closing the tab or stalking me down to tell me how rude I am, just listen. I am definitely not condoning bullying. I am strongly against it. But, you don't have to play the victim. If they can make you so miserable, find someone whom you love and let them make you happy.

If you really want to feel happy, then do it. As one of the people I look up to said, "you're the only one w…

Grey is the New Black and White

Do you have opinions?

Well, get rid of them.

Do you have preferences?

Chuck 'em.

Do you have a passion?

Not anymore.

This world is not black-and-white. You can't have anything, say anything, or do anything without offending someone. So, might as well lock yourself in your room and give up on friends.

I'm kidding. Don't do that.

But seriously, no matter what you do, someone will complain. It's ok. You aren't living to please other people. I am living (as best as I can, I'm not perfect.) to please God. And that's much easier than pleasing people.

That doesn't mean you can be a jerk, however. Love people, don't please them. Keep your values and standards, but also help those who need it. Be nice to people, but don't hesitate to do what you know is right. Don't make compromises to keep other people happy, because in the long run, you're helping them by living as an example. Don't worry if you mess up. Apologize and admit you were wro…

Just a Small-Town Girl Visiting a Broken World

I've recently gone on a church mission trip to Chicago. And boy, let me tell you... the world is a bigger place than I could ever have imagined. I didn't realize how sheltered I was until I set foot in a city filled with millions more people than I had even ever met.

I rode a train and a public bus for the first time. I was panicky on the bus, but the train was nice.

Anyway, every afternoon, we went to the Dr. King's Boys and Girls Club. I am not a little kid person (or any type of people person, to be honest), but... these kids, they got into my heart. The first day, I was watching Kung Fu Panda with them, and this little girl named Savannah plopped her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. We ended up becoming best friends, one would even say "chuchos." (inside joke.)

I met so many other kids. At first, I thought they all hated us. We were a group of white kids, a vast minority, considering we were the only white people in the building. It felt good to be a mino…

A House by Any Other Name's Just As Home

We're moving.

Let me just stress how tediously long this process is. I'm not moving schools, so that's a plus. My parents are both teachers and that's basically out of the question.

But seriously, we've been packing and hemming and hawing for months. It feels like nothing is getting done. I just want to get in the new house and be done.

Another thing, the emotional side of it. We've been tearing our lives out of this once-home and making it an empty shell for a new family to come and claim it. All of my individuality is currently packed into boxes in the basement of someone else's home that's supposed to be ours.

Don't get me wrong, it's exciting, but it takes so long. We bought the house like a month ago, and we aren't moving in until later this month. I'm sated with phrases of "pack your stuff, we're moving soon!" and then those boxes sit untouched in my room for weeks.

It just adds some stress into my/our already-stressf…

Let's Get This Out of the Way.

Okay, here's the guidelines to my blog:

1. I am Christian. I will post God-related things. I will not stop because you feel uncomfortable- just skip over it or leave if it bothers you that much.

2. I am an emotional teen, but I also have legitimate Depression and Anxiety. I may post some angsty stuff, but most likely I'm in a bad mood or having a bad day. Don't worry. If it's serious, I have multiple people I feel safe talking to, and I'll seek help.

3. I hate hate. Do not ever EVER use my blog for hate. Hateful comments, taking parts out of context to use as an excuse to be a jerk, or anything else is strictly PROHIBITED.

4. Follow my Instagram @slightlyobsessedwithcats and my Pinterest at http://pinterest.com/maydaypancakes/boards/ please :D

5. If I offend you, either tell me respectfully why or leave.

6. This is MY blog. I post what I want. I won't post regularly, either. Whenever I feel like it.

7. Bad grammar is not allowed here.

8. Have a lovely day becau…

Hello World

So I'm not sure how this thing works and I'm up at 11 PM figuring it out. Hi.
Let's start with basics- I'm a girl, XX years old, I live in the lovely state of Wisconsin.
I like love and music and art and food.
And owls. Cats, too.
Grammar is a code I strictly abide by.
So... yep.