Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Lessons from Relient K

I love Relient K for their music, for the adorableness of Matthew Thiessen, and for the nuggets of information they have taught me:

  1. There's nothing better than the Sadie Hawkins dance in your khaki pants.
  2. You must never underestimate my Jesus.
  3. Less is more.
  4. Theme parks are so much more fun when the sun’s outside.
  5. If you are to lose your phone, it should be lost because it fell into the lake beneath the Batman ride. That way, when I am at Six Flags, I can call my Relient K reference recognizing friend and be all like, "Batman ride!"
  6. All emotional girls should wear mood rings.
  7. She liked you Wednesday but now it’s Friday and she has to wash her hair.
  8. The female mind is a complex infrastructure.
  9. Sometimes it's normal to feel like every angle’s covered with just another band-aid.
  10. It might not be as normal to think that face down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face now.
  11. Sometimes you must experience the bittersweet, to taste defeat then brush your teeth.
  12. Forward motion is harder than it sounds.
  13. They made me realize how much I want to go with someone to the prom who is willing to wear a pink tux.
  14. After all, it was Jeremy in 1983 in his Ocean Pacific T, who got a bloody knee on his skateboard in the half pipe in the backyard that Tuesday night.
  15. I watched The Breakfast Club and listened to Tears for Fears. And then I fell in love with the 80s.
  16. College isn't that great. You'll be flat broke, but you'll get to see Dave Matthews Band. You'll be at a different school that your girlfriend/boyfriend. (Since I am not a boy, I can't say girlfriend.) And the Navy will show up at your door and claim that you enlisted. So, just take arts and crafts and then make a fake degree.
  17. Inevitable means it’s never gone.
  18. A small town is really truly like a small stage for teenagers and their drama.
  19. Don’t touch the positive with the negative end 'cause after all of the sparks you’re left alone in the dark.
  20. If I had a million zillion wishes, I’d use one to let you know that gibberish is not a nice way to talk to all your friends.
  21. Even though this life sentence you're serving is deserved, the the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.
  22. You enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.
  23. Weather can be kinda bi-polar. (Especially living in North Dakota, where in the same day, it will be cold, windy, sunny, and snowy.)
  24. Paper, rock, and scissors they all have their pros and cons.
  25. Opinions are immunity to being told you’re wrong.
  26. There will be a time when my ex-boyfriend realizes that no one else even comes close. Then he's going to have to settle for less. Then he'll just be left with the memory.
  27. I’m a little more than useless.
  28. You must make your decision and don’t you dare think twice and go with your instincts along with some bad advice.
  29. There will be times when you try to hold his hand but he'd rather hold his grudge.
  30. The end will justify the pain it took to get us there.
  31. I learned what the word "proverbial" meant.
  32. I also learned the word "reverberating."
  33. A lot of the time it will see like we’ve got the letters A.D.D. branded into our mentality.
  34. I think I had a point, but I just got distracted.
  35. This week the trend was to backstab every single one of my friends and leave a voicemail message trying to make amends. All the while hoping things work out in the end.
  36. There’s life after death and taxes and forgiveness comes.
  37. Sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth.
  38. The soul is always aching for the heart to start taking a chance by letting go. (And sometimes letting go is the best thing. So let go. Let go. Sing with me now.)
  39. I know now what apathetic means, thanks to Relient K.
  40. Emotional attachment is really not a threat when you're simply not concerned.
  41. Sometimes you just have to wait for the world to thaw.
  42. There’s hope for every fallen man. With every passing second comes a second chance.
  43. There's something you didn't know about Abraham Lincoln's assassination.
  44. It's better if you come right out and say it. Even if the words are going to hurt.
  45. You should've said nice to meet you, I'm your other half.
  46. We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team.
  47. I need to give my all until it all runs out, give and I'll have no regrets, and I need to give until there's nothing left.
  48. The most crucial thing I lack is a thing called tact.
  49. You can be close minded with an open mouth. But that's not really a smart thing to do.
  50. The hope of a new day is sometimes hard to see. But it's still there.
  51. I learned what masochistic means.
  52. Fear can drive stick.
  53. Failure is a blessing in disguise.
I just wasted more then ten seconds of your life.

Monday, April 28, 2008

I Scream, You Scream, Ice Cream

At least there's one sign that there will officially be no more winter. I have started being addicted to ice cream again. It's weird how even though I will eat ice cream in the winter (I am tough; I am from North Dakota and -40 degrees below keeps... oh nevermind.), I really have no desire at all to eat ice cream. So now that it's well, slightly resembling spring outside I am once again loving ice cream. I love ice cream a lot.

Is it weird that I kind of consider Maple Nut to be an old person's ice cream? Just like 5th Avenue candy bars are only eaten by old men. When I worked at the grocery store (for like two weeks before I went to Southside), the butcher would always buy a 5th Avenue. So did another old man. But old men were the only ones who ever bought a 5th Avenue. I was tempted several times to try one, but I always was so focused on getting out of there at the end of my shift, so I never remembered. If those old men were to eat ice cream with their 5th Avenue candy bar, it probably would have been maple nut. I'd ask an old person, but they might be offended. I really don't stereotype or anything. I am not my grandma, I like the color yellow.

Actually it makes me a little sad that more people don't even have the time to really just sit down and enjoy some ice cream very often. So, if you ever want to take a break, I will (maybe, we'll see) treat you to some ice cream and you can just enjoy a break from the world.

I had my last guitar lesson tonight. It's a little sad. It's more sad because I don't really know if my guitar teacher is going to be coming back for the fall semester.

Believe it or not, beet soup isn't as gross as you think. (Why, yes, we did have a little Mission Fair thing at our church last night.) And of course, I had the best kuchen ever. And yes, I am from North Dakota and I am German, so I grew up eating kuchen.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Serving




I am lucky enough to know a lot of great people. My mom needed some guys from my church to come and help move some rocks this afternoon. Despite it being cold and windy, these people came and lent a hand. It means a lot to my family that there are people out there that aren't selfish and would come help us on a Sunday afternoon.

Thank you so much!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Grace (Phil Wickham)


Amazing song. It's played in The Wager. Which is a great movie, but anyway, this is a good song. It makes me happy inside.

P.S. I cleaned all day. Tomorrow people are coming to my house and helping with the backyard a little. There's not all too much work to do. Moving rocks is the main thing. There would be more work to do, but my mom is super fussy and wouldn't let other people lay patio blocks because I think she wants them all to be perfect. Anyway, I appreciate anyone who is coming tomorrow. Helping is great of you. Mainly because there is so many other things people could be doing instead, it would mean a lot to me if you were helping. So, come lend a hand.
P.P.S. Boo dust. Dust is stupid.
P.P.P.S. Up until yesterday I thought it was gorilla warfare, instead of guerrilla, which is what it actually is. (I'm not really stupid, I just thought it kinda made sense, I mean, monkeys probably get into fights, too.)

Friday, April 25, 2008

Late

"Wow, you were up late."

It made me giggle a little bit that you noticed.

But, uh, thanks for noticing. Seriously, I'm sure you didn't mean for it to make me giggle but it did. It was nice in a random way that I am sure you didn't intend, but it was nice that you notice things like that. Then again, I'm weird for noticing someone noticing that. Hmm. Now go try to figure that out.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

It's Weird

It's a really weird feeling. When you got something that you thought you really wanted, only to find it isn't really what you wanted. But you know, that feeling is so totally necessary, because the next step is realizing that only God is enough.

It's weird to think of spring, especially since there is still a chance of snow. I hear a bird singing out my window. The sun isn't really shining too bright, but that bird is singing. If I could demonstrate for you, I would. It's like high pitch, then low pitch blending together into a perfect bird song.

It's weird when you realize that it's really not fun talking to someone who doesn't have good comebacks to your random thoughts. Like for instance, if I asked you, "Have you ever had a milkshake made by putting some ice cream in the microwave?" It's more fun to talk to you if you say, "That's suicide, putting ice cream in a microwave." It's not fun to talk to you if you are just like, "No." That's it; just no. Way to carry on a conversation.

It's weird realizing that sometimes your friends are way better than stupid guys who get back together with their ex-s. Your friends are nicer to you and they are incredibly funny. They text you things like, "Brian just said 'depressive.'" Or they understand (somewhat) why you enjoy taking pictures of things that has to do with not quitting. Or they just write your name down as "Annie" because that's all that's needed. Or they know what it means when you say I will practice and chip my nail polish more; they give you a high-five. Or they laugh at your aviator sunglasses, but it doesn't bother you, because you know they wish they could be this cool. Or they know how much you love sixlets. Or they just know. I have some of the greatest friends.

It's weird knowing people so nice that when they see an orange peeler, they buy it for you because they know about your lack of ability to peel an orange. (What? I'm the only one who doesn't know how to peel an orange. I had no idea.)

It's weird to realize that none of these things are weird at all.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Titles Are Hard to Come By When You Write Nothing

That was weird. Maybe other pastors do this, but not my pastor. Well, until now. I actually just got a text message from my pastor. I am not going to lie, it made me giggle a little bit. It wasn't about anything big. I just find it funny that he didn't just leave a voice mail. I guess it doesn't matter. What counts is that I know I don't have to practice with the worship team tonight. Which I am kind of sad about, but not really surprised at all. I missed practice last week, so it figures that they would replace me. And once Stacy is done with all her finals and goes home, my spot will still be there.

Today doesn't seem like Wednesday, but it is. I'm sure I still have a lot of stuff to get done. However, I am reading a book of Krista's called Impulse and I am totally addicted and just want to read. Luckily, I have all my schoolwork from last week made up. It's a good thing that high school isn't that hard. Ha, ha.

God is amazing. He shows up in things that we can't imagine. Just thought I'd let you know.

P.S. I drink your milkshake.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Beginning to Start Again

Once you get out of habit of writing, it gets harder and harder to post something. Since my trip to Kansas (which I still have posted about), I have gotten out of my routine of posting almost every day. The hardest thing to do is begin, so here is my attempt at beginning.

We are working on a human video for our Africa trip. It's going to be great once we get it all done and smooth out all the kinks. I kind of dance a little and I realized that (despite spending year 5-8 or so of my life in ballet) I am not really all that graceful. I am a little clumsy. Plus I don't really think I let the guy lead as much as I should. Hmm. I'm sure there's some hidden meaning in there somewhere. (Of course, probably as much hidden meaning as my crazy dream about how I was buying pens at the dime store and Alura's mom was working there; I found a keychain and the keys looked familiar, but Nola said the keys were hers and I need to give them back. By that, I mean it has absolutely no meaning. If you don't have any idea what I am talking about, you need to learn to keep up.)

I learned something weird. (Yeah, you probably won't have any idea what I am talking about.) People let you down a lot. Like it's hard to really count on anything. Like someone saying that they will spend time with you or something, it probably won't happen because they will want to spend time with their ex and then text you about how much fun they are having. Sometimes guys can be absolute jerks. What makes it all worthwhile is after they gets back together with their ex, realizing that I am so much better off without them. Realizing that they were kind of a jerk or "player" (which is a term that when used seriously makes me giggle). Realizing that they quote too many movie lines anyway and you really don't have much in common anyway. Realizing all this doesn't make me happy. Thinking about it makes me sad, but realizing it makes it worth moving on. That probably made no sense. On the bright side, other people end up surprising you. You realize that they are probably one of the nicest people and a great friend. That also makes it all worth it.

On happier note, my college English class took a field trip to the Aberdeen American News. I got to see the giant rolls of paper. Massive rolls of paper. There were so many in the room. Amy Jones (in charge of our tour) was like, "Yeah, that's enough for a week." So many massive rolls of paper. Crazy. I realized all over how much I love the smell of newspaper. I just walked by them, but Scott and Russ remembered me and waved. We sat in on a meeting about what will go on the front page the next day. It was exciting. Well, I think a couple of my classmates weren't paying attention. But it was exciting for me. I love newspapers. I love the newsroom. I love it all.

I have several other things I should be doing right now. (I have the youth group newsletter to work on, I have a short story that I haven't even started due Friday, and I have stuff to print.) I, however, am tired and will read until I fall asleep. But first, chocolate milk, because I am currently totally and completely addicted to chocolate milk.

Monday, April 21, 2008

No Words, Just Songs with Words

When you can't find words, you try to find it in a song or two.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I'm Back

I am back from Kansas. It was a long trip.

More to say later. I am just enjoying being home.

I hugged my bathroom when I got home.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Packing and the Week Ahead

This is going to be like the fourth time that I am going to MAX. And the third year that I will be on the Dakota B Team for quizzing. I was looking at a picture of the B team and me from like my eighth grade year, so 2005. Wow, that was a while ago. I looked different. I still had long hair. On the bright side, I can still fit into the capris that I was wearing. That's always cool, I guess. Anyway, it's not like there's any big surprise to what MAX is all about. And most of the time I walk away from it with at least some good stories. So I shouldn't be like nervous about this time. Besides, the trip down should be good, since I am going with people that are incredibly nice. (I can't think of anyone else how would email me first and ask me what kinds of cold meats I like.)

Which brings me to another topic: packing. I don't really enjoy packing. Usually (perhaps due to my decision) I pack more than I need to. You could say that I am prepared, if prepared meant that I have about 3x the amount of clothing that I actually wear on a trip. So tonight I will have to get all my packing done. I know, I won't be gone that long. I will still pack more than I need and it will be so heavy that I can barely lift or carry it myself. That's just the way it's going to be. I have accepted it. You might as well accept it, too. Ha, ha.

I didn't have school yesterday. Well, I had English class, but then I didn't have anymore school. Usually I don't accomplish much when there's no school. Yesterday I accomplished the average amount. I did some laundry and cleared some stuff off my desk so at least now you can tell it is a desk. Another accomplishment was that I figured out to put myself (and the video of my preaching) onto my ipod. I feel kinda famous now. Ha, ha. Not really, but we can pretend.

This week will be more busy than last. (I will only be in school for like less than two days.) Last week was great, this week I will have to hurry and get as much school work done before I leave as I can. So, yeah, it will be super fun. So much to look forward to today. At least I get to bowl today at 4:00, since we have to make up our bowling before Thursday this week, since this is the last week of league. Sad day.

Monday, April 14, 2008

And Then

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Funny Faces

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I was bored waiting for Crispy to come back from the longest short meeting ever so we could finish the guitar lesson for today.
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I kept stopping and starting because I kept hearing footsteps and didn't want Crispy to come in while I was clearly not practicing my guitar and partly because I didn't change the setting on the phone.
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If you read this John, sorry. I really did practice some.
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Decisions in Which I Fail At Making

I walk into the room and my mom was watching Rachael Ray and there was a segment about going with your instincts. The lady said something and my mom was like, "Annie, maybe that's what you should do when you are having trouble making decisions." I really do have a terrible time making decisions.

Even this past Saturday, I went to a Building 429 concert with a couple of my friends. However, before it came time for me to leave my house, I was seriously doubting whether or not I really wanted to go. I already had the ticket, but it didn't cost much, so I didn't really feel obligated to go. Even ask Trevor, I was seriously going crazy deciding whether I should go or whether I should just stay home and watch a movie from the 80s with John Cusack in it. I ended up going and it was even kind of fun, despite not really being amongst people that I am really comfortable to rock out around. (I do indeed love loud concerts that make everyone's ears around me ring when they don't wear ear plugs, whereas my ears are completely fine. And I can rock out with the best of them. Just apparently I have to be around people where I don't feel self-conscience.)

Anyway, during quizzing practice last night, Rick was the quiz master and said to me, "I thought you were supposed to be a verse person." Now I am a girl who thinks more than needed. That statement means that I really suck at being a verse person since I totally don't know the verses as well as I probably should. Which really makes me wonder why I am going to Kansas this week. (I leave on Wednesday.) Why am I doing this? Why do I get myself into things that I probably won't have as much fun?

I suppose it doesn't matter, we don't have Say Anything anyway.

P.S. Not that I read very much anyway, but in English class today (since we were a "small class" today with like one person missing, Mr. Schlecht bought us all a coffee and we sat around in the couches in the Student Life center place thing and talked about writing--it was so amazing), I felt a little guilty that I don't really read much, so I really wish I could go to a book store and buy some books to read before the uber long trip to Kansas this week. But, no, I am not lucky so I won't make it to a book store and there's no time left to order any books anymore, so I am so sad. And I doubt I could talk anyone into stopping at a bookstore just for me along the way. Sad. I love bookstores. They make me happy and books smell good. (Well, only the books that smell good smell good, but you get the idea.)

Friday, April 11, 2008

I Surrender

Too Many Words

I have a lot of things I want to say, but I am having trouble putting words into sentences that make any sense.

I am hopefully going to Crispy's concert/recital tonight. I don't like going places by myself and all of my friends are either out of town or busy.

I just got home from a funeral. Funerals depress me. Renae said some guy was trying to flirt with me. Ha, ha.

I am going to MAX next week. I don't know why I agreed to go.

I have a sick feeling in my stomach.

"This feels the same
Complications in different situations
I am holding out for love
Is it worth it
To die a little each day
All for unseen grace"
-Between the Trees, Words

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Revelation 2:10 (The MSG)

I love The Message sometimes.

Come On, Be Interesting

If you are an Economist, don't read this post. However, I highly doubt any Economists read my blog. I am currently in my Economics class. We are supposed to be working on a powerpoint presentation about a famous Economist. The teacher who assigned this is gone (at Close Up) and he doesn't really even care what we put on the powerpoint. This is the third day we have been working on it, and I got done on the first day. While I'm sure there are many Economics out there who are important and changing the world, which is probably very interesting to some. However, not so much for me. I couldn't care less about what papers and books anyone has wrote. I give props to all Economics out there, but could you make sure you have some interesting crazy quirks about you so when a junior in high school is trying to make a powerpoint about you, you can at least have something interesting to read? Come on now. I am going to make sure that I when I am famous, the stuff on the internet about me will at least be interesting. Which, by the way, is really a joke, because I will never be, nor have any desire to be famous.

I also give props to the mathematican that I making a powerpoint about. His name is John Napier. He was slightly crazy. He was able to catch who was stealing from him with the use of a black rooster. You see, he would put all his workers in a room and ask them all to pet the rooster. He had covered the rooster in charcoal. Everyone who was innocent would have no problem petting the rooster and the guilty one would have the clean hands. Not only that, but his neighbors also thought he was crazy. (Yes, more crazy than my neighbors with the Confederate flag and even more crazy than my old lady neighbor would drives around the neighborhood like five times a week, slowing down when passing someone's house in order to just stare at them.) Johnny's neighbor must have had pigeons or something, because Ol' Johnny was getting quite mad and said that he would make sure those pigeons stayed out of his yard. One day he took the sown peas and soaked them in some brandy. The birds ate the seeds and then they were too drunk to fly. So, props to you, John Napier, for making researching you interesting. Props to you indeed.

As for me, when my mother was pregnant with me, she prayed to God that I had all my fingers and toes... and that I was a little bit weird. She got her wish and now, when I am famous, I will be quirky and interesting and will totally make a great powerpoint. I hope.

I just had a nice little chat with Jeremy. You know, it's kind of cool having your youth pastor also be your janitor. I see him like everyday. And since I am clearly always hard at work, I even get a chance to talk to him every now and then.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Will Not (Part 3)

Scrabble anyone?

Will Not (Part 2)

Will Not (Part 1)

I Would Title This, But I Am Too Indecisive

The good thing about over half of our class being gone for Close Up is that we do absolutely nothing in every one of our classes. For instance, I am currently in Chemistry, but since there's only seven of us here, we got laptops and are currently doing nothing productive. I mean, we are supposed to be watching a video. Honestly, I am sort of half watching it. It's about this guy who kept radioactive stuff in his kitchen in Tupperware containers. I am seriously worried for this guy. I mean, come on, he goes to Kmart and buys several smoke alarms and lithium batteries in order to build a neutron gun. We should all be afraid. He was a boy scout. Maybe that should teach you something; don't let your son be a boy scout. I just learned that Michigan isn't that radioactive. Too bad. I totally wanted to go there to meet all of my radioactive needs.

I went to the clinic today. They tested me for strep throat. The test came back negative. So, I guess that's good. I am currently taking a prescription for my sore throat. Hopefully I feel better within a couple of days. Hopefully I feel better before next week.

I realized again today how bad I am at making decisions. I am the worst at being indecisive. I can't make even the easiest of decisions. How can I even get better at making decisions? I actually have a fear of going to a restaurant and not knowing what to order. I have a fear of it. Who does that? Who has a fear of that? Something must be seriously wrong with me. I also have a fear of going places by myself. I must think others have that problem, but a fear of not knowing what food to order? I must be out of my mind. Anyway, if I were asked to pick strawberries or blueberries, I would like to think that I wouldn't need more than two seconds to think about it. But, honestly, I would probably not know what to do. My chemistry teacher is enjoying this movie way too much. Whoever gets this laptop next will be sick, because I am pretty sure I am coughing. Anyway, I can't say that I would better if someone just made all of my decisions. Sometimes I ask my mother something, like "Which one is better?" and she gets mad. She thinks I don't listen to her answer. However, her answer just makes me realize what I wanted all along.

I wonder if I was ever hypnotized, would my subconscious know my right hand from my left hand?

Monday, April 7, 2008

Winter (Again) and Sickness

Have I ever told you how much I completely hate snow? In North Dakota, you can go from driving around in your car which your air conditioner on, window rolled down and then window tightly sealed shut and heater on... all in one day. It's really annoying to see snow outside after you have had beautiful spring days. There isn't anything I can do about it. I just have to wait for the snow to melt... again. It doesn't help any that the person who bladed our street this morning had no idea how to blade it right. I live on a street where there are houses along one side of the road and no houses at all on the other side of the road. So why wouldn't you blade the road so the snow is pushed to the side of the street where there are no houses? I may not always be the smartest person on some topics, but if I were to blade a street, I would at least know better than to push snow into people's driveways. Come on now, people.

To make matters worse, I am sick. I have a stupid sore throat. And while I probably shouldn't be in school today, I still am. I am infecting others and now everyone around me will probably get sick. I don't even feel the slightest bit healthy. Quite honestly, I feel like a giant pile of snot. I know, horrible discription. Actually, great discription, but horrible image that is being put into your head. The throat is swollen and it isn't easy to breathe. Yeah, it's a lot of fun. I don't even have much of a voice. My mother told me to stop talking because my voice is so annoying. I am trying to just whisper, but it isn't easy when your English teacher askes you a question and you can do nothing but open your mouth and when nothing comes out say, "I can't talk."

At least the sun is shining. See, there can even be a silver lining when they were snow clouds.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Still Winter

Yep, apparently we aren't going to have spring yet. This is my window. Sad day indeed.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Sunset

"From sunrise to sunset help me not forget all that you've done for me
From sunset to sunrise help me keep my eyes upon your glory
From sunrise to sunset help me not forget all that you've done for me
From sunset to sunrise help me keep my eyes upon your glory"
-Paul Wright, From Sunrise to Sunset
photo by yours truly

Thursday, April 3, 2008

To Quit or Not to Quit

Thursday Thirteen #1

Thirteen of my Favorite "A" Words
  1. Antediluvian (meaning: of or belonging to the period before the Flood; also meaning very old, old-fashioned, or out of date; antiquated; primitive)
  2. Apathetic (meaning: having or showing little or no emotion; also meaning not interested or concerned; indifferent or unresponsive)
  3. Aboutface (meaning: a complete, sudden change in position, direction, principle, attitude, etc.)
  4. Acerbate (meaning: to make sour or bitter or to exasperate)
  5. Auld Lang Syne (meaning: old times, esp. times fondly remembered)
  6. Awakening (meaning: a revival of interest or attention)
  7. Awkward (meaning: lacking grace or ease in movement)
  8. Aye (meaning: yes)
  9. Altercation (meaning: a heated or angry dispute; noisy argument or controversy)
  10. Allude (meaning: to refer casually or indirectly; make an allusion)
  11. Akimbo (meaning: with hand on hip and elbow bent outward)
  12. Acerbity (meaning: sourness, with roughness or astringency of taste)
  13. Absolute Truth ("Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.'" (John 14:6))

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Watercooler Wednesday [4/2/08]

The thing I love about blogs is that they spur you on to thoughts and ideas you wouldn't have normally had. I have never taken part in this before, but Watercooler Wednesday sounds like a great idea. Graffiti: Art or Vandalism? I believe that graffiti is an expression of an artist. Artists aren't just in museums and they don't always use easels. Artists use what they can (they work with what they got) and put their point of view out in the world through a way others don't always understand or think of. I probably don't agree with Banksy's point of view or see things the way he sees them, but I can not say that he isn't talented. Other graffiti artists are out there painting on walls and painting on trains, trying to express themselves. Most don't do it for recognition, even the ones who sign their name. I understand how people are annoyed by graffiti and how they don't think it's in appropriate places. I live in a small town and we don't really have much (if any) actual graffiti. Like a boy scratching my name and his name underneath the twisting slide at the park doesn't count. (I didn't even like him. He even spelled my name last wrong. I mean, come on now.) I think that everytime I do see graffiti anywhere that it is really cool. It's pretty awesome how some people choose to express themselves. Once I saw Romans 6:23 spray painted on the side of a train. Props to them. Props to them, indeed. Also, if John Mayer thinks graffiti is music video worthy, it's alright with me. (And no, I am not a big John Mayer fan. Or a fan of him either.)

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

April 1st and Then Some

" When I’m left alone
Down at the heart of it
My doubt was never a sign of strength
I wish I’d known that You were never far
I guess I would’ve known if I would’ve been awake"
-Wavorly, Sleeper

Sometimes I wonder if people ever mean what they say. I am sure some people must, but it really seems that most people say something and do the opposite. Before I can say it annoys me, I must make sure that I am staying true to my word. Because there is nothing more annoying that someone saying something is annoying, but they are doing what supposedly annoys them the whole time.

Prom was Saturday and it was actually a lot of fun. I was tired, but being with friends and what not always makes things fun. Plus, it helps that my date was not pressuring, with meant that I could have more fun. Even though they never played the "Cha Cha Slide," which is like amazing. Post prom was even a lot more fun this year than it was last year. I am glad it over (and that I have caught up on sleep for the most part), but it was a fun time. I posted pictures yesterday, so feel free to tell me how pretty I looked as many times as you want.

In English yesterday, we had to write a journal entry about our writing style. I am not really sure how to describe my writing style. I don't really feel like I am that great of a writer (and yet I plan on minoring in Mass Communications). I suppose I could post something that I have written in the past. I wrote that my writing style is probably very flippant, since my past English teachers have told me that I am flippant. I don't tend to be very serious (which seems to get on people's nerves, especially when they are mad at me), so I do not really think I probably write very seriously. However, I probably do write with the word "probably" more times than most.

Tonight we are having an Africa [Missions trip] meeting where we are going to be discussing important topics and other seriousness. Then I have quizzing practice, which probably means that I should be studying. Of course, I should be getting ready and not posting this blog, too and you see how far that gets me.

And another thing, your shoes are untied.

Oh, you're right. April Fool's!

And for that very reason, ladies and gents, I will be wearing shoes with no shoelaces today. I am imagining the lame-o comeback, "Your face is untied," will be used more than it should be today. I wonder if "you dropped your pocket" can be an April Fool's joke. And for those of you with a real sense of humor, today is also the best day for an Atheist's Holiday, since it is indeed April Fool's Day. In elementary, there used to be a kid that would tell April Fool's jokes every day of the year; it was really annoying. So if you want to tell me an April Fool's joke, you better do it today because if you do tomorrow, I will punch you in the face.

Ha, ha. I wouldn't do that. April Fool's.