THE BIRDS

I am tired. Tomorrow is a one-hour delay. Hopefully it will be moved to a two-hour delay and maybe no school!! haha I am watching THE BIRDS by Alfred Hitchcock. Its a weird story. I would be freaking out if birds were attacking everyone. It's weird that he never finishes the story. It just ends with them driving off with a field of birds on each side. I hate how it doesn't tell why birds like that. I think in the 8th grade, our teacher had us read the short story THE BIRDS. That one was even stranger. The main characters lived near a bay and the birds rode up to the shore on the waves. When they got there they started attacking only at night, then they attacked people. Progressively they became sensitive to everything and just kept attacking. The last scene was the family barricaded in their house listening to the radio, with the sound of the birds trying their best to break through the house, and the newscaster is saying birds all over the country are being unusually hostile and the government thought the cause was bad algae. The government was trying to help and destroy the birds, but they were not making any progress. After they announcer went off the family were just listening to the birds trying to get in. I assumed they died. Strange ending.

We continued...

I don't want very many people reading this one.

When we are apart... our subdued personalities, our traits we were not able to use together, burst out. Eli goes from someone whi is the protector, someone who is rigid and a geek (lol), to someone who is kind and out going. I have never been able to see him like this. I only get glimpses into his world. Hope changes and becomes someone who is confident, self reliant, and outgoing. She is an amazing artis and that usually doesn't allow herself to believe me when I say so.
Mom says I am a philosopher. I am also the one that will do small things for someone else. I like to please people. Hope called me an old soul once. For some reason I like that lol. Payton the other day called me innocent. I don't think I know who I am just yet.
Dad always describes us as this: If someone ever asked us three to teach about a nuclear weapon in our own style... Eli would be very mechanical. He would draw upon history sources and research everything pertaining to the projected destruction, the radius of its impact. Hope would take a look at all of the ingredients. She would have people draw the bomb. Take a look at the color. The shadding. And with me I would drop what ever they are teaching and just say "forget this" and actually set if off.

Friday Night

Friday night my parents and I were at some friend's house. We were talking when my dad looked outside there was a layer of snow already on the ground. So he went out and started the car to leave. We were just inside the Henderson Co. line. We started to go home and it was amazing out there!! The snow was blasting and it was so thick! I haven't seen snow act so firce before. When I looked at the fields surrounding us it was like there was a heave layer of fog that fell into place around us, but when I looked harder it was just the snow. I was describing it to Hope and she asked if it was like a snowglobe and I realized that was exactly what it was!!! It was amazing to see the snow refecting the streetlamp light. I was in awe. When we got home I gathered my mom's camera lens and I just walked around for a little bit taking pictures. The snow that I have seen has usually been a graceful fall to the ground, but this was so different than what I had seen before!!

Winter

Willingly, I am writing this, but cause its sounds challenging. Winter is one of the best seasons. Wonder fills my mind as I walk on the crunching snow. While I walk, I see the majesty of the Winter Wonderland around me. Where did this world come from? What was once a brown prickly field of grass, is now a field of incandescent light reflecting off of snow and ice. When asleep in our beds unknowingly Jack Frost sneaks past our windows. Wind and snow follow at his wake. We finally wake up to hear, "NO SCHOOL TODAY!!". Woeful are the parents and workers, but today belongs to us students! We grab our sleds and rush to the nearest hill. Watchfully our parents stand aside, fearful of how fast we go down. We savour each passing hour, with cocoa in our hands, thinking about what we would be doing in class and smirking. What could be better than this?

21 things to do before 21

1. Go on an adventure with Patrick
2. Paint a master piece
3. Go sailing for the first time
4. Travel around the U.S. with best friends
5. Waitress
6. Just start driving without any idea of where I am going and stay where I end up until I feel like coming back
7. Come back changed in someway
8. Share the places I have lived with someone I love
9. Change some one's life for the good
10. Watch a sunrise and sunset on a beach
11. Kiss some guy I love in the rain
12. Go cannoing
13. Do something spontaneous and somewhat irresponsible
14. Sneak out of my house
15. Learn how to play the piano and guitar
16. Learn to love myself =)
17. Have the feeling of being small
18. Learn to speak Spanish and Greek
19. Leave a letter in a library book for someone to find
20. Lie in a grassy field and watch the clouds go bye
21. Live

Weekend

I had a really great weekend this past week. About the 2 Saturday of the month some teens get together for a Bible Study. It's really fun. This weekend was the Saturday. It was unusual because in the morning we had to go to a modesty study at my congregation and that was really enlightening. After that one of my friends came home with us and that night we went to the study. When we got done with the study everyone kinda went their own way. Some of us played Wii and others played ping-pong. When I left there it made coming back to school a little more bearable. Sunday night Lesley texted me asking if we were doing anything that night and after church and everything we had to do, we meet up with the people we do the study with. We played Wii again for a little while. I BOWLED A 205!! I was sooo happy lol. I beet Hope and Andrew haha.I'm at that place where I have know idea what to write again. I'm having a bad day. I was walking home and my umbrella flipped on me. :( I didn't do so well on three tests :( ugh!!

Bad Ideas

I know I have had some really bad ideas. Putting my wet hand in the light socket was probably one of my worst. No I am not joking... HEY!! For my defence I was only like 4 or 5. Most of the time I do have bad ideas. Procrastinating is one of them. Thus me sitting here January 31, finishing my blogs. Also having a lot of raw brownie mix until I started to feel really bad... I could not stand the smell of brownies cooking for about a year after. lol If you think about it most people have really bad ideas, but when they get one good one, everyone idealizes them. One of my cousins says that you have to bear with her through all the bad ones before she gets a really good one. Thats everyone though. One bad idea is believing everything your "friends" say. I had some "friends" who said that someone was talking about me behind my back on the bus when I wasn't there. I asked this person about it and she denied it. Because of past events I believed her instead of me supposed "friends".

2009 and Hopes for 2010

During this past year, I have turned 16. I have gotten my permit. My sister graduated. I went to camp. Eli came home and then left back for school. Then Hope left for WKU. Then they came back. Then left again. lol My year has been kind of boring. It has been sad to see myself an only child, but I have realized that has had some advantages. I guess right now I'm just living life one day at a time.



I'm on the pursuit of happiness

I know everything that is shinin'

Ain't always goin' to be gold



Hey, I'll be fine

Once I get it

I'll be good

~Kid Cudi

Hopefully I will get my listens. Oh!! By they way... Yesterday (Jan. 13th) I turned 17!!!!!! When I think about it... thats not a bad way to begin a new year :)

Philosopher

Hope gallantly held her head up and exclaimed, "I AM A PHILOSOPHER!!" Not seconds later a smile that had spread across her face slowly vanished. Her head started to bow as under her breathe I could hear her make the soft sound "fu... fu... fu...". Her face became disgruntled and confused. "Fu... fu... what is that word?!?! I just said it... what is it?!?!", she finally asked. I was practically falling out of my chair. A wave of giggles struck me as she asked these questions. I knew what she was trying to say, but I was too focused on not hyperventilating that I was not able to relieve her of confusion. A smile crept up Eli's face and you could hear the mischief in his voice as he asked, "Do you mean philosopher?" Hope's entire face lit up as she triumphantly screamed, "YES!! THAT'S THE WORD!"

Based on true events. :D

We

I really don't want very many people reading this one. :/

Tonight for some reason I am thinking upon many things. Mom calls me her philosopher. I like to think on things, moments, people, words, etc. I like to ponder them and critic them. I started to think about my brother and sister. We are unlike any other siblings that I know. Each time we have moved we have been forced into a situation where we know no one. All our friends are left behind. People whom we have grown to love and appreciate are know longer there to support us. Instead of reaching out to other people, we seemed to draw inward. I mean we came to each other for our missing friendship. We have laughed together. We have been heartbroken together. Notice that I have always said we. For the longest time we have been known as "the kids". The preachers kids. Dennis and Regena's kids. Until Eli when to college, we functioned together. Until then I had never been away from them for more then 2 weeks at a time. I know that doesn't seem like much, but each time we got back together we seemed to function as one again. That is how it is now. When together we are different. Eli is funny and entertaining, while also being protective and rigid. Hope is his accomplice in crime. She feeds his jokes and together they are able to create fantastic stories. I am the one being protected. I am the one usually trying to brake into their friendship and be apart of their bond, but I am only able to sit back and laugh at what they do. We have often gone to places to visit friends of my parents whom they have not seen in years. There are times when we are placed alone and separate from them and other times we are placed beside people we don't know and who don't seem to care to know us. Instead of being sad and bored, Eli and Hope were able to burst into life. They have been able to take the small events of a day, and turn it into a tale of stupidity and humor, while I sat appreciating what seemed to be a work of art. They have taken a simple story and turn it into an epic event that we still laugh about today. When we are confident we are confident in numbers. We have each other's back. If we are placed in a situation where we are not being payed attention to, when know one seems to want to get to know us, we seem to draw from the fact that we are together. That is where our confidence lies.