Oopsi-Daiseay

Ok, so last night I was too whooped to right my ending to my 48hrs worth of exhaustion. =P the morning started out with me falling asleep in class until music time which I really woke  up and was just plain silly for the rest of the day. Then I came home and crashed. xP Got to bed by 10:00. Crashed out cold. Thats it.

Oh! I forgot to mention my favorite blooper in my time as a t-wolf for the girls team at skagit. So here it goes: Mr. B was teaching as a boxing out drill and he was using the word "butt" a hecka much! Three were "butt-ers" and the ones going in trying to steal the rebound were "butt-ees" and Mrs. B was just chucking the ball at the backboard for us. Mr. B always yells shot (must be instinct by now) and advises us to do the same.  The actual happenings? The ball goes up, everything instantly goes slow motion as soon as the ball leaves Mrs. B's fingers. I see the ball going up out of the corner of my while keeping light finger tips on the back my opponent, feeling their every twitch and movement. I hear Mr. B draw in a breath to yell his usual word.... the world stops.... frozen in time.... unbelieving for a moment... "BUTT!!" .... we busted out laughing... everyone on the court... doubled over, racking with loud ab-working laughter. No one could keep from giggling even 20 minutes after the ordeal...

On a different note... lessons... learned... and learning.... people.... take a step back and be on the outside looking in. Realize who they are and why you call them friend... boyfriend.... girlfriend... brother... sister... parent... Remember why.

until next time.

Really stupid ideas that you should never try

Ok, so I literally just spent the whole night up.... ... and its the first day back from break.... (not the best time to pull an all-nighter, huh?) What can I say? yesterday's practice was hard on me. Dehydration, fewer people so we got through our drills faster, really like really pushing it. This is usually how practice goes, but my hydration levels haven't come back up and its about 18hrs after practice about now.. =P so i cramp up from mid-low ribcage down. Bad.  so I stay up all night reading a book, and i finally turn my lights out at 6:12 and then my alarm goes of at 6:13 and again at 6:15. I look like the female version of Frodo when he's passing into the shadow world. xD This is going to be an interesting day. If nothing else, it means I'll probably getting away with falling asleep leaning up against Christian. =P lol  
I'll probably post about the outcome of my sleepless adventure this afternoon or tonight. =P
later!

The Burn Paper Chronicles

Lately I've been having an exceedingly hard time keep stress from building in my life. Don't get me wrong, I love my life! But that also means that everyday is a roller coaster of emotions. Thats no fun for me or my friends. Especially my family and my buddy!            I burn a candle in my room when I'm in it, or moving in and out of it. I keep it lit in there for several reasons: 1-My room usually reeks of cat, she-jock, and sterilization chemicals. 2-I have a faux wooden floor so my room stays pretty cool and the candle helps warm it. 3- In a way, the warmth, the smell, and the cozy inviting-ness give a "snuggle-up and be happy" aire to my room. 4- it also serves as a semi-stress reliever by sitting in front of it and just staring into the flickering flames. (don't ask why b/c idk anything other than that it feels hypnotic almost)               While I was moving my candle from one spot to another, the lightbulb clicked on for a second and I got a brilliant idea. The Burn Paper Chronicles. I've never been good at keeping a journal, or letting people around me know much about my inside life unless they're in my inner circle of friends/"family". The idea is to sit in front of the candle when stressed with a pen and a pad of paper; vent out every little thing that is bothering you and stressing you out; when you're done, you either watch the flames for a bit more or you tear the vent page(s) off the notepad and set fire to it via candle and stick it in an old amo box and set it on the roof so the smoke alarm won't go off. Hence: The Burn Paper Chronicles (it should've been "Ash Paper Chronicles" since technically they can't be read anymore after they've been cremated.... hmm... sounds like a book title or something... Ooh! Lightbulb!)

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Lf

His Plan... I don't understand, but I can trust.

I can't claim to know the future. I can't say that I have chosen my path for myself. My every move, thought, and breath have been written in the book of life long before the day I was born. When He created me, He knew exactly what the combination of genetics He was putting together was going to do. So He devised a plan. A plan to give me the happiest life possible by His standards. It is the hardest thing to see. When the pain comes flooding in and the tears cascade down your face and you're screaming to the heavens, "Why?! Why have you let this happen?!," we don't see whats in the future to come. We can't see why our choices and mistakes are a blessing in the end. None of us can understand it... Ever. Not till we go back to live with Him. I don't understand. I can be perfectly happy where I am and understand that it may not be the way I hope its gonna be. But they doesn't stop me from dreaming (hecka much dreaming!). But when the rain falls and the storms come and rip my world to pieces, I got His promise to build on. I'm perfectly happy where I am. Life is good. I have my fair share of struggles but the only serious threat/thing I have to worry constantly about in my life is not busting my knees the rest of the way and not getting another concussion. Small potatoes. But learning contentment and happiness in Him isn't just for the times when your heart is totaled, its for when you think you can do everything on your own. Your life is not your own, it is a gift. Use it wisely, and what it was given to you for. Don't use it like those socks you got for christmas last year and use them to make flour bombs.
Like a rubic's cube, our beautifully written stories are practically impossible to figure out. All that we have to go on is the acceptance of the unknown, and trust that it will turn out for the best outcome imaginable.

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Lf

Confusion and Happiness...

I love confusion. =) That is a very odd thing to say, I know, but I love confusion. Like the kinda happy, silly, spun-around-in-an-office-chair-and-can't-keep-your-feet kind of confusion. Its a blast! Especially when my friends are being all silly and goofy about it too. You know how you are talking with a friend (or two) and then you branch subjects for a moment and then they make a comment that makes you go , "Wait, which one are you talking about again?" Or those times when you know its one thing or the other and their shooting you a mischeivous grin and giving no hint whatsoever to which one is the correct answer? you get the idea. x) I've been having a lot of those moments lately and it just dawned on me what a morale boost it is to my day. =P (good grief... could I sound anymore like a nerd there?)
As far as happiness goes, I'm learning the hard way what it really means. (I bet yur reading this and now exactly what I'm talking about) This isn't a negative post, I promise!                    ... what happiness means (atleast in my family/school family) is a warm home to go back to, life with loving friends and family, a twin brother, the lil things that you don't notice usually, a buddy that ain't gonna let me go, and the privilege of being an American citizen in the most beautiful part of the country. Ever have those days where it feels like God thwaps ya on the back of the head and gives you a wake up call? Nice isn't it? None of the daily crap matters.  ...hmm... I think I'm gonna try this. gonna wake up and be positive in the morning. lol, even when all i got to show for it is a dorky sleepy grin across my face. =) yeah, that sounds good. I'm gonna try this.