Icecream tastes about ten times better when eaten in a teacup. It's even more wonderful if the icecream is Bryer's Mint-Chocolat-Chip, and you eat with very tiny spoons, sitting on the counter with your sister at ten o'clock in the evening. If a teacup is at all accessible, I strongly encourage you to indulge - experto credite (believe one who has experience).

Today is the most beautiful day.

Something I need to do soon: eat icecream in a teacup.

Something I (thankfully) have never had: a boyfriend

Something I thought I overheard: "How did Abraham Lincoln die again? Was it a plane crash?"

Something I love: blueberries

Another thing I love: hearing people smile

He quietly studied his shoes, then asked, "Charisa, do you love me?"
Melting, I said, "Of course I love you Gerrit!"
Lifting his beautiful blue eyes to mine, he said in touching 3-year-old seriousness, "Should I pray that I see you soon?"
He stole my heart completely.

My brother and I preformed a song this morning at church. We'd never really played instruments and sung at the same time, but it turned out really good. At least, that's what everybody told us. It was almost embarassing, the amount of people who came up and told us how amazing we sounded. I was horridly nervous - and I hate being nervous. That's where my acting comes in. I can cover my shaking, scared, vulnerable self with a cool, calm, utterly-in-control front, and pretty soon, I discover that I'm really having a great time - loving every second of it.
Music is my life. Playing and preforming music is the most....amazing feeling. I can't even really describe it. Have you ever been doing something, and it dawns on you that "this is what I'm meant to do. This is my purpose in life." It's the best feeling ever, doing what really fulfills you, makes you whole, satisfied.

We went cherry picking yesterday. Now, all winter long, I think that I do not care for cherries at all. But then summer comes, and I simply cannot stop eating them.
So we went Down the Street to my Gracious Aunts House, and Raided her Cherry Tree. You have no idea how much fun it was. How disgusting the spiders were. How utterly delicious those fat, round, bursting-with-devestatingly-red-juice, tempting little fruits were. I tried not to eat too many, because it would be dreadful to be sick of cherries -- nevertheless, my tongue was stained a very brilliant fuschia color at the end of the hour. Aaah. Thank the Lord for cherries.

This is the first poem I ever wrote with more than 2 verses. Read it, and laugh :)

Ne'er a smile was seen on his handsome face,
He glowered day and night.
'Till a pretty lady came about
And put his heart to right.

His name was Sir Ulysses
Her name was Edelweiss.
Their love stayed true and so it grew
'Till no one knew the size.

Then their love was put to test
When he was thrown in jail
By nasty Sir Paul Malachi
Who was all clothed in mail.

She cried and wept,
He yelled and begged,
But twas of no avail.
Then Sir Paul sent Ulysses out
Onto the battlefield.

Sad were their parting moments.
Sad was the tender goodbye.
For out upon the battlefield,
Sir Ulysses died.

~by ME, 1999

"Sorry, I feel like I'm deaf today."
"Don't say that, you're not deaf!"
"What?"


I wonder if there's a place where Hallmark is open 24 hours a day.

Anyone can live on nothing until they need something.

Are there bubbles in Heaven?

What is the point of life?
One fellows answer: "Living, maybe? I don't know... I started and I can't stop."

I recently re-read a story that I haven't picked up for about 4 years. Ah, what memories. The book doesn't have a title, because it never got an ending. I started it when I was 12 - having stumbled upon the brilliant idea of writing a Historical Fiction novel. I didn't realize then that my story line was painfully predictable. Or that a 12 year olds writing style is utterly undeveloped, or that a 12 year old shouldn't exactly undertake the challenge of writing a full length novel (!). However, I was inspired, excited, high on ambition, and ready to pursue an impossible dream.
My inspiration lasted for a glorious year and a half. Then it abruptly abandoned me. I was simply out of ideas. It was far too early to end the book. But what else was there to do? I couldn't even think of a decent conclusion to my story... so I laid it to rest in a huge 3-ring binder, where it remains to this day.
Four years later, I read it, and laugh, and smile at the pages in childish sentimentality. There are precisely two obvious endings:
1) to let everybody live, and make it 'happily ever after', or
2) kill all my favorite people off.
I prefer the latter option, because I am incapable of creating a happy-ever-after ending that isn't sappy, (I despise sappy endings) and it is much more convenient to annihilate everybody, as it saves you the trouble and obligation of writing a sequel.

I kept thinking about him today. My grandfather and I were very close, and sometimes missing him hurts so much, I cry. I wrote this poem shortly after his death.

Confusion.
Second to none.
Tormenting not only one -
Or am I?
Can it be
How is it
My life has
Changed.
A single instance
Only one
But with crushing consequence.
My fault?
I think not --
But could I it stopped?
The tears that
Fall
Are cold and gray.
Far away
Unobserved
Shoulders bowed
Heart heavy
With Pain.
Alone.

Hey people, I'm going to bore you with a list of stuff I like/love.

I love Jesus Christ with 100% of my heart.
I love my family!!
I'm madly in love with life.
I love music
I love people - they're so fascinating!
I love children
Contemporary Christian Music
Old books
Old movies
Italian Opera, and Italian Pop
Shakespeare
The color Orange
Classical Music
Norman Rockwell paintings - especially 'Signing the Wedding Liscense'
1940/50's Big Band music - Glenn Miller forever!!!!!
I love writing everything - short stories, prose, poetry, long stories (though I've never finished one. I have like a hundred unfinished stories all over the place)
I love the way the air smells when the Seasons are changing.
Playing instruments - piano, violin
I love singing
I like Spiderman more than Superman - Superman's too tall.
I love reading - started when I was 5, and couldn't stop
Basically every kind of music except Country. I do earnestly try to appreciate Country, but always rather fail. (The one Country song I like is 'Just wanna stay mad for a while')
I love the stage - spotlights, sound systems, make-up, scripts, the cast feeling - everything.
Beautiful cars - 3 top faves are the Toyota Spider, Porsche Boxter, the BMW Z series
I'd love to keep going, but this is way too long already :)

Tell me what you think of this:
'The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has attained liberation from the self.'
Albert Einstein

One time, someone told me I was 'super good-looking'. And I was so shockingly vain, I believed them.

I have recently (meaning - the last 17 years recently) entered a very poor phase. Poor as in no money, no cash, no bank account, zero, zilch, nada wealth. It's so pathetic; I even go bankrupt in Monopoly.

Wisdom from experience: The joy of the poor is so pure. ('I found a dime!' *tears of happiness flooding face*)

GOOD NEWS!!!!!!
My site meter says that 27 people have visited my blog this week!
Attendance is rising!
Only problem: I don't know if it's counting my visits or not.
So maybe I'm the only one reading my stuff.

The morning teased my senses

I wake gently,
Effortlessly.
More Alive with
Every
Breath.
I wait...
Dependent on
His Voice,
His Touch.
I turn to see
Him
Smiling.
His Heartbeat
Captures
Mine.
I take His offered
Hand,
Unafraid.
Full of
Life,
We
Embrace the
Day.

I'd never had their coffee, but I'd heard that it was good. Having run into a meager (emphasis on meager) amount of money, I decided to treat myself to a Frappucino.
I parked in the back next to a creepy, scary looking car. Creepy, scary looking people were hanging out around the entrance. I began having second thoughts on my choice of coffee shop, and wondered if I shouldn't just jump over to the one across the street. Good grief, what am I thinking. It's good coffee. So I strolled casually across the parking lot, doing nothing to draw attention to myself, when as I passed a nice car, the person inside honked their horn at me. I think I'm supposed to be flattered? It's happened before, and I wasn't going to turn around.
Then the person called my name. For a second, my brain weirded out, and I wondered what kind of psycho person guessed my name correctly. After realizing that only people who know me know my name, I felt very foolish and looked over my shoulder, and saw a wonderful, jolly old friend of mine. We had the most interesting, refreshing conversation, which covered everything from school, to cooking, to summer jobs. He's one of those people, who, even though there's like sixty years age differance, I feel like I can talk to him about anything. Seeing him was just what I needed, and when he left, I felt happy about everything.
I love it when delightful people pop up in unexpected places.

I am sitting here, trying to decide what to write. Star Wars computor game music is most inspiring, let me tell ya. My brother was just making extremely enthusiastic exclaimations at the bounty hunter who just killed him. What is it with guys and computor games? I like some of them - I'm even good at a few (like Lego Racers, but don't tell anyone) but I can not cause myself to have the utter fascination and addiction to them that guys have. They'll sit there for hours, zoned into the screen, oblivious, or ignoring, the world around them. Maybe it would be differant for me if I were really good at computor games. But I'm not. One time - this is really exciting - I was at a family's house, and I beat a guy at his favorite X-Box racing game! I did the very calm "Oh look, there's a big number ONE on my screen, does that mean I won?" He was a really good sport about it, which was unfairly anticlimactic. We stopped playing after that, either because he was afraid of me beating him again, or because he didn't want to spoil my happy-bubble. (gosh, which one was it?)
Anyway. I've been reading other people's blogs (someone should write a story called that - Other People's Blogs) trying to get a feel for what blogging is. And I made an amazing, relieving discovery. It isn't anything! There is no formula!! And here I was, afraid that I was flubbing it up dreadfully, and insulting the name of Blog.