The Big Black Eye

The only reason this post is being typed up right now is because I’m so bored! I can’t believe how bored I have been all day…..this post will probably bore you to death, but I really can’t help myself, so you will just have to deal with it.

My soccer season has started. My team color is….wait for it….pink. Not a good pink. An ugly, light pink. I don’t really like pink that much, but I especially hate light pink. It’s better than neon green though.

Our first game was on Saturday; we tied zero to zero. We played surprisingly well. I played goalie for the first ten minutes until a girl socked me in the eye, then I kind of sat out for a few minutes. When I went back in, I played sweeper. Then the second half I played left wing. It was the first time I had played forward in like……forever.

You probably couldn’t care less about the positions I played, but would rather hear about the whole being socked part, I mean…I would.

So, like I said, I was playing goalie. I had just jumped on the ball that a forward from the opposing team was dribbling towards the goal. It popped out of my arms and was kicked out of bounds by a member of the opposing team. Since I was on the ground, some girl from the other team bent down to “ask” “are you okay?” Then….she popped me! Right in the eye! Since she was playing it up that she was kind, the refs didn’t see her hit me! So, really, I couldn’t hit her back, because they’d definitely see that. So, I sucked it up and started playing again, so I caught another ball….until….I realized that my eye had swelled up so much that I couldn’t see out of it.

I had a black eye for a few days….my eye is still really sore when I touch it and it’s not really black anymore, it’s more of that yellow color that it gets when it starts healing. That was the first black eye I’ve ever had, which is really funny considering it’s me….haha.

Okay, so far this post hasn’t been as boring as I thought it would be, although it’s not nearly as interesting as some of my recent posts…

I have recently discovered a bad habit of using the word “so” at the start of sentences. I really need to work on that…..

Right now, I’m watching America’s Funnies Home Videos, which is a hilarious show, I must say. Some of the videos are definitely not worth putting on the show and some shouldn’t win while others should, but you have to admit that a lot of the videos are really good.

My computer battery is dying, so I might as well stop typing……=P

Angela

Death.

I am running out of amazingly, stupendous blog post ideas, therefore, this post will be a jumble and mix of my garbled thoughts. I hope my mass amount of slightly uncommon and brainy words don't mess up your ship-shape minds. I would feel gravely if I did so.

After that quite odd, but neat introduction, I shall tell you of a thought that keeps racing through my mind, always pushing ahead of the other "unworthy" thoughts. Death. Do we feel death, when it comes upon us? If we are shot, would we feel the pain or plainly wake up in Heaven, with angels looking down upon us? If we were stabbed, would we feel the cold of the blade? What does it feel like to be strangled or hanged? These unnerving questions engrave themselves into my brain, causing them to jump at me during the most unwanted times. I try not to arouse them, because I hate unwanted questions frolicking across my empty expanse of mind. I cannot help myself though. I search desperately for answers, but I know that no one can give them. No one knows.....

After such a disconcerting paragraph, I feel exceptionally hunky-dory. My informal ticker feels blithesome. (I may have used that word wrong, but it seemed fit for the situation.)

In the recent month, music has been....everything to me. My mind and heart has been engulfed in the melodies and lyrics of wonderful artists. Different lyrics and tunes ease my internal, emotional pain in many ways and basically fill me with jubilant jollity. I've been listening to a small number of songs recently, but those few songs have added to my comfort and cheer. Those songs are:

Zero by Hawk Nelson

Already Over by RED

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Apologize by OneRepublic

It's Not Over by Chris Daughtry

I guess all of these sort of relate to recent happenings in my life.....it's painful for me to talk of these "things" but I talking of them is the only thing that can help my through the turmoils of life. Since Abby passed away, I've listened to these songs for specific reasons, all relating to the same topic. I'll elucidate at this time.

Zero, I would rather not bring to light, I'd prefer if you would just listen to that one on your own.

Already Over is by RED. RED was one of her favorite bands and the song is the only one I have of the artist....

How to Save a Life....well, it says....."Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness and I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life"...I expect that they can explain how I feel....

Apologize...well, that's a tougher one to talk about. See, I feel, for me at least, that it's too late too apologize for some things I may have said that could have hurt her....

And It's Not Over.....the title states the meaning of this song....it's just....yeah....I don't really have anymore words to use to describe.....

Now, my heart is overwhelmed with grief as I think about these things. I am listening to these songs as my fingers type this. My heart cries out....for a friend, for....you know, I don't really know what my heart is crying out for.....I pray continually about it, as the Bible states I should....but....I still feel a gaping hole in my heart....the pain that I'm feeling is like no other. At times all I can do is cry. At times the pain hits me like a wall of brick....because both obviously hurt immensely.....I just don't.....understand.....why she had to leave......

I know as I go through this pain that God will always be by my side....helping me through the thick and thin. The tough things of life......

Angela

Bible Verses Galore

For those of you who don't like reading a bunch of Bible verses, which I assume and hope is none of you, you should probably stop following my blog now. Recently, I've been keeping a notebook for when I read my Bible. When I find a verse that I feel is really important or could help me through something when I come upon it, I write down the reference and what it could help me with in my notebook. I also underline the verse in my Bible with a blue highlighter/Sharpie. When I do this, I try to find really good verses and I feel likes it's helping me, because it keeps me reading my Bible more and helps me understand it a little bit better.

For those of you Science geeks who have taken Biology or some class where you dissect an animal or insect, I feel that's what I'm doing with my Bible. After I read through a passage once, I read through it again and make sure I know what every word means. If I don't know what a word means, I go into my brother's room and he kindly tells me. (I really need a nice dictionary in my room.) Once I know what all the words mean, I start "dissecting" the verse/passage. I don't want to read on until I understand what it means and how it could help me.

Right now, I'm reading 1 Samuel and when I'm done with 2 or 3 chapters in the book, I look through Psalms and Proverbs and randomly pick out some chapters to "dissect." In 1 Samuel, since it's kind of harder to "dissect" because people are talking more and it's more telling you a story, I don't dissect. I write down, in my Bible, anything I don't understand or questions I have about a certain sentence and then at the end of reading that chapter I'll go to one of my youth pastors and have him try to answer some of the questions.

Now, after you had to read through everything I had to say, I will start posting some of the verses that I have written down in my notebook.

How good and pleasant it is
when God’s people live together in unity!

Psalms 133:1

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.

Song of Songs 8:4

Keep me safe, my God,
for in you I take refuge.

Psalms 16:1

For the LORD your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God.

Deuteronomy 4:24

I love all of those verses, for many different reasons. Now, I have to get ready for my soccer game. Wish me luck! =P

Jesus Loves You!

Angela

the ramblings of myself on a gloomy day

The weather was so nice yesterday! I just don't understand!

Actually, because the weather was so beautiful yesterday, I was planning on biking up to the soccer field with anyone who was willing and goof around a bit. I guess that's out of the question now. Okay, that's exaggeration. Not out of the question, because it's not raining or anything, but the forecast calls for rain, so I don't want to bike all the way to the fields, start playing and then have to bike back as it starts raining. I'd rather stay at home. =P Weather makes the world so complicated.

I have officially achieved my 200th post, as of last night. I wasn't even aware that it was my 200th post until this morning, which made it even more exciting. I have also achieved 11 followers! I'm so happy. =D

Moving on from my.....gloating? I guess that word fits.

I read two books yesterday and the day before. They are both in a series called The Dreamhouse Kings. I definitely recommend reading them, but if you get scared easily, don't read them before bed. Robert Liparulo, who wrote the series, is a Christian author and it's his series of teen fiction. They're really good and keep you on the edge of your couch. He does write with a lot of fragments and he repeats himself a lot and jam-packs much information into 300 pages, which I don't necessarily enjoy, but it does show off his style of writing as different, which I do like. I can't wait to buy the rest of the books in the series. Each book does end in a cliffhanger though, which is good, but slightly disappointing, since I don't have the third book. =P

A quite lousy blog post, I know...but, it's the thought that counts right? Yeah, that really doesn't fit in this situation. Anyway.....the only reason I was really posting was because I woke up early, which was a very stupid thing to do, watched Bolt until 8:30, came downstairs, ate a bowl of cereal and then did my Math. Now I have nothing else to do and I'm just sitting around being bored.

Over and OUt.

Angela

American Idol

After tonight’s awesomeness of Idol where Pia finally got voted off, I must post again my favorites. I have neglected it because I figured it not worth it, but they have changed in the recent weeks.

1. Stefano Langone

2. Haley Reinhart

3. James Durbin

4. Scotty McCreery

5. Paul McDonald

6. Jacob Lusk

7. Casey Abrams

8. Lauren Alaina

Awesomeness. That’s my new list for you all to look over.

Angela

Time for a little bit of writing

Since earlier this morning, I've really felt the urge to write something. So, here I am staring at a computer screen, listening to music, wondering what I should write about. Really, I could just write about the beautiful blue sky or sports or music, but I don't know, I feel like writing a story. I don't know what kind of story though....I guess I'll just start.....

Jarrod sunk to his knees, tears pouring down his cheeks. Grief overwhelmed him. A strong hand gripped his shoulder, attempting to comfort him. Jarrod shrugged it off and whipped around. A man stood above him, looking down and smiling.

Jarrod raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend. I'm here to help you."

Jarrod stood up and took a step away from the man.

"I don't know who you are. I was always told not to talk to strangers."

The man just smirked and stated calmly, "I'm not a stranger; I know everything about you."

Fear clenched Jarrod's heart. "That's not possible."

"Oh, but it is," the man noted Jarrod slowly stepping back every few seconds, "You can't run away from me Jarrod. I'll never leave your side."

"You're creeping me out. Leave me alone!"

Jarrod turned his back to the man and sprinted. After he ran a short distance he turned to see the man standing in the same place.

"It doesn't look you're beside me, does it?!" Jarrod screamed out.

"Are you sure?" the voice rang in Jarrod's head as if the man was standing next to him, speaking into his ear.

Stopping abruptly, Jarrod swiveled on one foot and came face to face with the man.

"AAHHHH!!!"

"I told you, you can't get away from me."

To be continued.....

Yeah, that was quite poor writing on my part and my needs have not been satisfied, so I will continue by posting something I wrote like two years ago....or even longer....it's quite funny. It was written for a writing assignment, where I had to write a "Just-So Story."

How the Dragon got his Fire

Miserably lying in the corner of his dark, dank cave Silvertail coughed loudly. The darkness swallowed up Silvertail and hid him from the other dragons. Lifting his head slowly he looked around for Sorrel, the brownie, a small furry cat like creature with four arms- that took care of him. Silvertail spotted her sleeping on the other side of the cave. He quietly moaned as he laid his head back down on the ice cold rock floor. In between coughs he called out, “Sorrel…Sorrel…”

Sorrel woke up immediately and trotted across the cave to Silvertail. “What is it? Are you hurt? What do you need?”

Silvertail complained, “My throat hurts and I can’t stop coughing…”

Sorrel groaned and said, “I’ll go see if I can make you some medicine. You’ve been sick for four days and your cough is getting worse. I’m really worried about you…”

Sorrel ran out of the cave and into her warm and cozy den. She fanned through pages in her Make Your Own Medicine book, which had a million different recipes, and ripped one out that was titled, Coughing Cures. Eagerly, she gathered the ingredients and mixed them together in a pot while reading out loud, “Let’s see…Red Chili Peppers, Banana Peppers, Jalapenos, Serrano Pepper, Cayenne Pepper, Habanero Chili Pepper, Bhut Jolokia….” And Sorrel dropped each pepper into the pot with a loud, plop!

When she finished mixing all the ingredients in, she carefully carried the mixture to Silvertail’s cave. The pot steamed and the smell made their eyes water. Sorrel walked towards Silvertail and said, “I made you a medicine, it’s going to be a little spicy, because it’s made out of peppers and water only.”

Silvertail groaned and reluctantly opened his mouth. Sorrel quickly shoved the wooden spoon full of medicine into his mouth, pouring it down his throat. Silvertail howled as steam shot out of his ears. Jumping back Sorrel yelped as Silvertail’s scales turned bright red. Stunned, Sorrel slowly inched backwards and away from Silvertail, who seemed as if he was going to explode. Silvertail looked at Sorrel hopelessly yelling, “Water! Water! Water!”

Sorrel ran out of the cave hurriedly. Silvertail moaned and groaned as his tongue burned wildly. After a few minutes, Sorrel returned with a bowl of water, quickly pouring it down Silvertail’s throat. Silvertail sighed. A grin of relief covered his face. While Sorrel cheered with happiness, Silvertail laid down, still exhausted. Tired out, Silvertail slept until the next morning, when he realized that his cough was gone. Sorrel woke and told Silvertail to stick out his tongue to see how bad the damage was. He stuck out his tongue. A large burn mark showed on the surface of it. Sorrel jumped back and yelped. Laying back down Silvertail sighed. When he sighed a flame shot out of his mouth. Silvertail stood back up and breathed out again. Another flame shot out, only this one was bigger. With every breath came a bigger flame. Silvertail soon became popular among the dragons, because of a nasty cough. And this is how the dragon got his fire.

I got the idea from reading Dragon Rider by Cornelia Funke. I used the brownie from her story, with the same name, which was kind of bad of me, but it makes the story better. And all the kinds of peppers are real....just so you guys know. Ignore the underlines.....since this was written for a class, I had to underline the dress-ups I used. I believe I was eleven when I wrote that story.....

Over and Out.

Angela

storms and apples

I am no doubt terrified of thunderstorms, tornadoes, hurricanes, thunder, lightning, wind.....yes, should I continue?

Hearing on the Weather Channel that half of the US was going to be having severe thunderstorms was really hard for me. Really. My stomach curled into tight knots and suddenly wasn't too happy anymore. Last night was when the storm hit, but it wasn't as big as the weatherman/woman made it up to be. The southern part of the US got worse than we got. We didn't get any tornadoes. We didn't get severe thunderstorms, only basic thunderstorms.....which made me slightly happy. I was hoping I'd sleep through it all, but no....I just had to wake up at 3:20 to the sound of guess what.....thunder. Whoop-dee-doo. I slept in the hallway for an hour. Yes, I'm not kidding, I really did sleep in the hallway. Why, you ask? Well, it's totally obvious. You can't see the lightning and it's not that loud and.....well, there's no windows in the hallway.....that was basically my night though......

Moving on to yesterday morning. I'll start with the good news. I cut an apple for the first time ever! The bad news, I sliced my finger open in the process. Yeah, it was a really stupid thing on my part. The knife wasn't exactly going through the apple when it was on the cutting board, so I picked up the apple. The knife when through the apple faster than I thought it would and guess what was under the apple. My hand! Yippee. I'm proud of my accomplishment though.

Angela