Growing Up and Concrete Houses.

Happy Leap Day and the next time I say those words, I'll be twenty. 

And this leads into today's topic. 

I'm terrified to grow up. But who isn't, right? I'm sixteen but I still have so much life left ahead of me, no matter how old I may feel. I hate it when eleven-year-old girls try to act like they're older than they are because being a teenager isn't all fun it's actually quite annoying please stay young. 

Please stay young. 

I get so stressed out over these things. This time next year I may be applying to/visiting colleges, prepping for the SATs, I'll be a Junior, and holy cow I'm almost half-way done with high school. 

Why did I grow. Today I was driving with my dad and we had a discussion about relativism and the arts and other big words ("art" is a small word but shhh) while ten years ago, we would have been discussing why the cat in the hat comes back (I know, the big questions of the universe). 


And I was going to sign off with that, but I just remembered that I actually did something today that I was relatively proud of. 
My History teacher always gives us extra credit on our tests if we draw a picture or write a poem about something on the test. So today the extra credit theme was Eddison's idea for concrete houses. And I wrote a little poem because I just can't draw a concrete house... 

A concrete house would be good
For it would not burn like wood.
But be made of concrete, houses never should
It'd be the ugliest thing in the neighborhood. 

I know, I know. I'm just drowning in extra credit points. 
But seriously, I was pretty happy, considering I made it up on the spot. And because it's a poem about concrete houses....
No one should ever write poems about houses, unless it's like an awesome beach house. And even then, don't make the house the focal point of the poem. 
Words of wisdom for the day. 

Ashes and Dust (a poem that makes no sense whatsoever).

Who wants to read a dramatic poem with no meaning? 
You guys are so chill. 

Ashes and Dust

by me

A lonely wanderer through time

With nowhere left to go

The fruit of poison

Catches fire in your throat

And it burns

Oh it burns

And the midnight rain comes thundering

Down the mighty path

To the windy lands of Ulysses and them

But show me ashes! show me dust!

Show me this creation!

Give me flaws, give me flames

Give me tides to hold back

And show me all the ashes

Of flags that we once waved.

My English class just finished reading the poem "Ulysses" and so I was like, oooh, I shouldn't try to write something like this. It would end up horrid. 

And yet, I sat down and this happened. 

Blah. 

I wanted to write a poem called "Ashes and Dust," because that's how I work; I come up with the titles first and work around them. Not the best plan, but I've gotten some interesting stuff with that method. 

So yeah, I basically threw a bunch of dramatic lines together. 

Thank you. 

For God So Loved the World...

Happy Eat-As-Much-Heart-Shaped-Candies-As-Possible Day! 
It's also Valentine's Day, too... 

I went through this phase where for about three years I didn't like Valentine's Day. I couldn't even tell you why, I guess I just didn't like how it's become this big, cheesy thing and kinda commercial. Like, it's still a feast day of a saint, you know? I dunno, I just kinda didn't like it. I also don't like how people think they have to have a date for Valentine's Day. That's just stupid. I would much rather spend it with family or good friends, you know? 

Plus, there's something scary about flying babies with bows and arrows. 

Now I've sorta gotten over it. I like eating chocolate, so why shouldn't I like Valentine's Day, yeah? 

So bake heart-shaped cookies, go out with friends and/or family, drink tea and read a good book, and have a good day! 

My Valentine's Day mug xD Isn't it beautiful? Ironically I don't drink out of it; I keep lip gloss in it... 


Btw, last night it became official that I'm not the only book-nut in the family. My brother and I had a ten minute fight over a book. Legit, I had to sit on him and wrestle it from his hands. I think he bit me. And he chased me around the house while I screamed. 
We're teenagers. And we have no shame. 

"...and unto dust thou shalt return."

"Remember, man, that thou art dust, and unto dust thou shalt return." --Genesis 3:19 

These words have always managed to wedge their way deep into my mind, every Ash Wednesday. I think it's a beautiful reminder that someday these bodies will turn to ash and dust and our souls will go on to Eternity. 

Every year, I try and think of something to give up for Lent, but this year I also want to do a positive discipline. So I'm going to pray more and read a chapter of the Gospels every night and work on my relationship with God. 

But. I'm also doing the normal, no-candy-or-soda-or-Snapples-because-I-love-Snapples thing. 

AND. I'm giving up tea. 
I KNOW. 
I wasn't going to, but then this morning my friend asked me if I was going to give up tea. Uh, um, well, wh-- yes. 

So now on Sundays I will be appreciating my tea more. 

What are you doing this Lent? 

Fire and Rain.

I had a bad day this week. So I came home and wrote stuff. 

I wonder how normal people deal with bad days... 

Fire and Rain

by me

Whenever you see smoke there's fire.

We tend to put our hope in liars.

I built a bridge so big and tall,

Then fire came and burnt it all

And the world put me on trial.

Whenever you see clouds there's rain.

If you hurt, it means you're alive again.

I dug a hole so deep and wide,

Then tripped and tumbled in and cried.

I ran the extra mile.

~this picture is not mine~

A day late is better than never. Although to be on time is good too. 

JANUARY IN REVIEW: 

Okay. January was alright. I, uh, didn't do much. I started driving more and started driving on the streets and not just in parking lots (I almost died a few times, but I can do it now.) I learned stuff about other people, and that sounds weird, but it's true; I learned new things about my friends. I found out that one of my friends like this same music artist that I do. And another likes tea and I didn't know that he did... But everyone should like tea, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised x). I went to the Walk in LA. I woke up to rain more than once and I'm starting to understand Latin more. 

January has never been my favorite month. It's just kind of...blah. Christmas is over, Easter and Summer are a few months away...

Well. It was chapter one of twelve. 

How was your January?