signs.

Today at a stoplight, I was listening to Blessed Be by Jason Gray and thinking about how blessed I am. However, I didn't actually put the fact that I was listening to the song about being blessed and the fact that I was thinking about being blessed until I saw a car with a license plate that said "Blessed."


Not for the strong, the beautiful, the brave
Not for the ones who think they've got it made
It's for the poor, the broken, and the meek
It's for the ones who look a lot like you and me

Blessed be
The ones who know that they are weak
They shall see
The Kingdom come to the broken ones
Blessed be

trichotillomania

sucks.

Til next year!

Welllllll.... I haven't much to say. I haven't journaled much since i've been home. I was making presents and things so I havent actually made anything for volume two. However, I got a quill pen set for christmas so I've been writing in my journal with those. I enjoy my pens. They are fun. I got purple ink too. And today I bought a big Marie Antoinette-like feather that I taped to my pen. That was fun too. I also got one of those little worm things that magically crawl on your hands and such. I haven't named it yet but he/she has proved to be pretty entertaining. I've wanted one since I went to the Southern Christmas show in like 4th grade, of course I wasn't about to tell everyone that. Speaking of wanting something since the fourth grade, I've been working on my juggling. Eventually, I might get somewhere with them. I'm better than the average Joe, but not smart enough to figure out tricks from the Stixguru video that I have. I've figured out like 3 of the 298742098375 tricks this guy can do. It's all good though, that's three tricks I didn't know before!

There's that whole New Years resolution thing that comes about this time every year. Mine is always the same. Stop bitting my fingernails. That lasts for a few days and then I say I'll stop for Lent and then I end up praying for forgiveness. My other resolution is to get into college and obtain insane amounts of money in the form of scholarships. Another resolution is to keep myself from becoming a prostitute if the latter resolution is not achieved. I would love to make some sort of devilstick resolution or a guitar resolution but I'm not going to stress myself out about that. Second to last resolution, stay single. That won't be hard considering I have no desires for a relationship. (Unless it's a Rush of Fools-esque boy. tee-hee). Last resolution, will not be shared here. It's not really a resolution anyway. But to end on a good note, I'm going to a New Years Party and that makes me happy. I go to the same one every year, but I love it (which is why I keep going) and it's never the same which keeps it from being boring. But even if it was always the same, I would still go. because I love it. STOP BABBLING!!!!!!! RAWR!

In other news, I'm going to Holy Angels on Friday! YAY!!! Happiness =]

The items on the right are the some of gifts I received for Christmas! One thing that is missing is the book Painted Prayers by Jody Uttal. It's probably one of the best books I have now!! It's totally wonderful, kinda like the person who gave me the book. =]

my room is a wreck =]

It's perfectly okay that my room is messed up because my roommate is absent. We haven't seen each other in a week and a half. I make BIG MESS IN ROOM. I raided a new pile o' magazines yesterday. I stayed in the floor roughly from 3pm to 1am. That's right. I should have been doing other things. Like say, the things I should be doing now but I didn't want to. I took the SAT yesterday morning. I believe when you take the SAT you can do whatever you well please the rest of the day. I wanted to cut up magazines. so I did. Kat also joined me. I've eaten an entire sleeve of saltine crackers in 24 hours. But that's pretty much all I've eaten so I doubt that it really matters. I'm about to drink some Fuze too. There are a bunch of fuze bottles rolling around in my floor. Some are empty, some are full... Why am I writing this?? I should be working on my Humanities paper. Well here is a page from my journal from last week. I thought it was pretty obvious in it's meaning, but after showing it to a few people, I learned otherwise... I finished scanning my first journal today. Thirty-three collages/paintings in two months. i win. =]

I did what?

I finished my journal last night. As in I filled up all the pages. I've never finished a journal before. When I was little people would always give me diaries and either wrote for 3 days in it or my mom used them for phone messages and grocery lists. Part of me wishes I would have written in them, but better late than never right? I wonder how long I will carry around volume 1 before I just keep volume 2 with me. I went out today and bought volume 2. It looks so weird. I wasn't even sure it was the same sketchbook that volume 1 was. It looks so naked. I'm going to go work on the cover of it after I finish this.

I'm going to Holy Angels tomorrow and the convent. I'm very excited. =]

Creatively and spiritually productive. not so much for all that other stuff.

This weekend, I completed 6 pages of my journal. They are all very lovely. SEE? <----

I made an especially awesome one of Obama, but it won't be on here until after Thanksgiving. I want to give the cool people copies before I release it to the world. Not like people read this, but it might get on google it or something. Plus I want to mail it to Obama too. I think he will like it.

I'm very proud of my suitie MAnne because she did a journal page this weekend too!

I wonder how much it would bug my roomie if I just turned our room into a journal room on the weekends. I would clean it up...

Obama =]

Journal party tonight with Kat and Jessieh!!! Hosted in my room this time! I did two pages and now I'm working on a third. I'm contemplating posting one of my works from tonight. I used 20 pages in my journal for the month of October! I might need a new journal before the new year! That's really exciting!!!

It's quite possible I could make my new journal cover with my favorite person in the world. We are looking into having a journal party of our own. It will be wonderful.

Application Status: Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope there's a big ice cream cone waiting for me.

I really want a scanner for Christmas or my birthday. A nice one. Like the one in the library at school.

My butt [[which reminds me of today in English when Patrick mouthed a nice little phrase to me to which i responded, very loudly, "Oh just because I won't massage your butt??" a lovely moment really.]] is falling asleep and I'm tired of sitting with my back halfway on the fridge. Time for a break and then back to JOURNALING!!! =]=]=]

Drinking fuze from a skull goblet...

Oh my. what to do? No rehearsal. Journal. Its been a few days since my last creative pages and I feel the need to cut and paste and paint and be creative again.

I'm almost through with a wonderful book. I've found my tribe. It's wonderful.

One of my recent pages is a favorite now. I really like it. I'll share it here and hope it doesn't end up on google or something weird. Some kid passing it off as theirs. How lame...



In other, but completely related, news, I want to go to Appalachian State University. The end. I don't care if Clemson has offered me $10,000. My mental state is more important to me than my post graduate financial state. App State=Happy Clemson=Sad.

Oh boy, newsboys on my Zune. =]

CH-CH-CHANGES

My old posts

I did some cleaning around the ol' blog. Took out some stuff and read my old posts. I'm kinda funny when I'm mad or frustrated. I read something I didn't want to read today, not on my blog, somewhere else. It makes me wonder....But I'm not going to get into it. I know where I stand, and I'm standing strong. I AM NOT ASHAMED TO SPEAK THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST!! Here's a lovely song [another one if you caught that last line] by my favorite boyz. The lyrics might be slightly off because I just got them off of a webpage. but you get the picture.

You don't understand
this is not what you think it is
You don't get it, man
you want to boil it down to show biz
Your in depth research shows:
drop the God, emphasize the beat
I've heard that positive pop you dig--
I'd rather be buried in wet concrete
Take back your free advice
I don't accept
I will not play those games
God is not a secret to be kept
God is not a secret to be kept

You don't understand
I'm not talking multiple choice
You don't get it, man
if the cross offends you, find another voice
I am not running for office here
I won't keep it purposefully vague
I've heard New Age Life-force trip
I'd rather be dipped in bubonic plague

Take back your free advice
I don't accept
I will not play those games
God is not a secret to be kept
God is not a secret to be kept

Faith ain't easy to understand
When a bird in the bush beats two in the hand
The truth ain't nothin' you taste and hide
You gotta get up, put up, get off your backside
x2

If we keep silent
If we mass defect
These very rocks will scream
God is not a secret to be kept
God is not a secret to be kept

And would I wash my hands again?
Would I deny my savior when
he hung inside the public square?
Did not my silence put him there?
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I'm homesick. It's not for my house or for school. It's Holy Angels! SURPRISE! I can't wait to go back. Whenever that will be. Most definitely next extended weekend. But maybe even in a few weeks when we go to the convent. =]