My Life

Hey...you wanna know what my life is about?  Well, it's about many things.  It's about struggling to survive, in a world where everyone wants to push me down.  It's about writing my feelings, my hopes, and joys.  It's about dreaming, and daring, and diving into the unknown.  It's about blogging to people who I hope read my blog, and get something out of it, other than just my crazy, hyper thoughts.  It's about having fun with my family and friends, and loving them.  It's about doing well in school, and watching as many movies as I can watch and reading as many books as I can read.  It's about writing books, poems, songs, and whatever else there is to write.  It's about competing to be in the top three with writing, and so many other things.  It's about feeling for the underdog, and figuring out who's actually worth my time.  It's about realizing how other people feel, and trying to treat them the way I would want them to treat me if  I was in their position.  It's about making sure everyone knows I'm crazy and hyper.
But right now, my main focus is writing.  Mostly because I'm writing right now.  I'm writing on my blog, and I have Open Office popped up to write a book.
I have the most awesome idea for a book.  But I doubt I should put it up on such a public place.  I don't want anyone to steal it.
I'm also watching a movie.  Sadly it's not a Barbie movie, because my Barbie movie won't play.
I like Barbie movies, but I'm not too fond of the super skinny, big boobed, blonde haired, blue eyed, multitalented doll that young children play with.
Anyway, I really want to write in my book, so I'm off like a banana peal.
~Katie :)

Movie Making!

Okay, so who all has read The Unnamed Legend?
If you haven't, here are the appropriate links for you to click to buy a copy to read.  Please do that before continuing with this post.  Unless of course you've already watched it.
Create Space Store
Only $8.50!!!
Amazon Store
Also only $8.50 just from a different place.
Kindle Store
Only $1.00 for a kindle edition!
Buy it, read it tell all your friends!
Once you have bought and read The Unnamed Legend, please proceed.
I am assuming that whoever is now reading this has either ignored me, or has done as I commanded.
So, as you read in the title of this post...I said something about movie making...now the question is...am I running my fingers again, or am I really movie making?
The answer is...I hope so!
I have gotten it in my head to make The Unnamed Legend into a movie!  I already have actors and actresses to play the following roles: King Stephan, Queen Genevieve, Dawn, Amanda, and Arik.  And I have someone who said he could probably make computer generated lava beasts, and gobarts!
I still however need several horses, people to dress up as knights, a Shetland Pony, and a bunch more actors and actresses.
My mom said she could do some of the costumes, but you know, you can always use more people to make costumes....
I also need a better camera, and a camera man, although I know that a few of the actors and actresses could run the camera when they're not there.
I need a bunch more equipment, and knowledge and stuff...but I can do it!  (I think)
I need locations...a castle...well, three actually, with one of the three crumbling, chickens, cows, a free empty meadow to run around in, food for the cast, and money to buy all this stuff, DVDs to burn the movie on, and people to tell me how to make a movie...because I honestly don't know how.  Aren't I awesome?!
No not really, I know, I'm just crazy, and have dreams and hopes that will most likely be dashed upon the rocks like they often are :/
Oh, and I have some news about my flash drive!  I might actually be able to get the data off of it at least.  My English teacher said that one of my classmates might be able to get the stuff off.  Now if I could only get up the guts to ask him.  It's strange that I should have to get up guts, because I'm not really this shy person.  I guess I'm just scared he won't be able to get it off.  And that would make me cry or something.
Anyway...I really gotta go to bed, because it's 11:35, which is closer to midnight than 10:35.
So...goodnight.
~Katie :) <3

MAJOR PRAYER REQUEST!!!

My flash drive is NOT connecting to any computer, so please please please pray that either we can get it fixed, or get the files off of it.
The stuff on the flash drive is basically my life.  Every picture I've taken, and almost every story I've ever written is on it.
Thanks guys.
~Katie :'(

Science Projects

One thing I dislike, is a science project, when it's done by me.  When the project is done by someone else, then, it's more okay, but when it's done by me...well...I just don't like them much.  I'm not a scientific person.  I'm the girl who had a 5 minute rant to/with her mom about Fantasy, and reality, which if I'm asked I suppose I could post on here.
But anyway...I'm doing a science project on the best cleaner for whiteboards, using little bitty whiteboards and stuff.  I don't really like it much.  Meh.
I thought of this really awesome scenario for a book.  I just have to get my copywrite symbol so you know it's MINE ALL MINE AND YOU MAY NEVER USE IT!!!  MWHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA*cough cough*  Anyway...um...yeah.

 Missy had a person in her school, who always sat at her lunch table, and told really perverted jokes.  The worst part about this was that this was a Christian school.  One day she had had enough.

 The rest is told in Missy's point of view.
"Hey...um...Carlos...would you mind stopping with the perverted jokes?"  I asked.
He looked at her kind of funny, and said, "But they're funny.  I mean, did I tell you about the time when my girlfriend looked at me, and said, 'Carlos...you're a liar, a jerk, and a sick minded pedophile.'  I looked her in the eye, and said, 'Why, Sally, those are mighty big words for a three year old!'"
I had had enough, so I punched him in the shoulder.  Kind of hard actually.  The look of shock on his face was hilarious.  But what wasn't hilarious was the fact that my principal had turned around just in time to see me punch him.
He marched over to my small table, and looked me straight in the eye.  "Is there a reason you just punched Carlos?"
"Yes, sir.  He keeps cracking perverted jokes, day in and day out, and I have had enough of it.  So I asked him kindly to stop, he didn't, so I punched him."
My principal's eyebrows shot up.  "Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"And what do you think Jesus would have done?"
I thought about it for about five seconds, before looking him straight in the eye, and saying, "I think he would have asked politely, and when the perverted jokes kept being thrown around, he would have turned Carlos over his knee, and given him a spanking."
"And is there a reason you think that?"
"Yes, yes there is.  My reasoning is that God disciplines his children, and it's typically painful."
My principal raised one eyebrow. "But, violence is not the answer."
"You're right.  It's the question, and the answer is...it depends on the situation."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you said that violence wasn't the answer.  And it's not.  It's the question, and the answers could be either yes, no, or it depends on the situation."
"Name me one time when Jesus used violence in a situation."
I smiled.  Wow...the principal of a Christian school, and he didn't even know the answer.  "Well, when he drove the money changers out of the temple.  Because, I'm pretty sure he wasn't all like, 'will you leave?  Please?  Oh...you don't want to?  Okay.  Will you leave?' and that went on forever. Because if that happened, he would just get annoying and they would throw him out.  Instead he probably yelled at them, and I'm pretty sure you don't tip over the money changers tables unviolently.  If I turned over this table, I would do it violently."
He looked surprised that I had found a reasonable answer.  "Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"So, are you trying to say that you see nothing wrong in what you've done?"
"Well..."
"Yes?"
"I suppose I could have punched him harder....  But other than that, I did nothing wrong."
My principal's face changed, and he stared at me hard.  "You finish your meal, then meet me in my office."
"Yes, sir."  I had the feeling I was going to be getting ISS.  But I didn't really care.

©by Katie Holm...author of this little tidbit, and pretty much everything on this blog.

Well, what do you think?  Good?  Bad?  I like it, and I guess that in a way that's the most important thing.  You have to like your own works.  Which I do a lot of the time, but not all of the time.

Anyway, I have other net-surfing to do.

Love y'all!!!

~Katie :)

Amazing Book

I just finished an amazing book...about an hour ago, before I went crazy, and made a mess that I will have to clean up tomorrow.
The name of the book is Mister God, This is Anna.  It's about a little girl...and...it's beautiful.  I don't know how to describe this book, I just know to say to read it.
Amazon Search
There's what I found on Amazon for it.  It's really an amazingly incredible book.  It's worth reading.
READ IT!
~Katie :)

Snow Day!

We've had snow days the past two days, because of snow, sleet and ice.  I was quite happy, and slept in.  I feel more like me than I have in a while, thanks to the snow day, and the chance to sleeeeeeep.
On the non bright side though...my computer crashed.
BUT thanks to the amazing abilities of his owner being able to read directions and stuff...HE'S ALIVE!  And yes, I said he.  My computer is a he, named Keith.  He has a facebook that my friend set up for him...but he never uses it.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell y'all about the snow day and stuff.
~Katie :)

Battles

Battles are one thing that's in history books a lot.  This dude was defeated by that dude in such and such a year, and that country and this country fought each other, and this treaty stopped that war, and this alliance fought against that alliance...but...battles that aren't really discussed are just as bad.
Spiritual battles...which honestly sometimes scares me.  I mean...think about it real quick.  You are a living soul...and there's good and bad, both fighting for you soul, you have to be careful to do the good, and follow God, and love his word, and things like that...or the bad will win, and take your soul, and you will burn forever in hell if you aren't careful.  Kinda scary when you think about it like that huh?  And I have a pretty big imagination...which doesn't make it any better.
There's those things I learned in English 9.  There's battles between Man and Nature, where the man wants to win against the nature, which could be anything from being stranded on a desert island to having weeds insisting on growing in his garden, when he wants nothing but big juicy tomatoes to grow!
Then there's Man vrs. Man which could be like...two dudes in a boxing ring thingy, to a guy plotting another guys death, to a guy constantly being tripped by a school bully.
There's Man vrs. Society, which is where this one person (or very few people) is up against a whole society.  You know...like society says that criminals will obey laws, and these few really smart people are like, "um...no?"  or this person lives in a place where the sheriff wants to build a railroad, and the whole town wants the railroad, so that would be Man vrs. Society.  A person could be trying to run a grocery store, but because of the persons past, no one will shop there.  Stuff like that.
Then there's Man vrs. Self.  Which would be like...a person has mental issues, or they battle depression, or things like that.
Then, while this wasn't there, there's also man vrs. God...where the person wants what they want, when they want it and don't want to wait on God and things like that.  That kind of conflict, or battle, is probably one of the most common.
Honestly...I think I've dealt with every type of conflict/battle at least once.  Kinda sad I think.
Right now, I'm facing a battle against nature.  One that I hope nature wins.  See, if it snows and ices enough, we won't have school.  So the good little scholarly side of me is saying that we should hope and pray that the snow/ice goes away....  But the part of me that really really doesn't want to go to school is saying that we should all pray and hope that it does ice and snow and stuff...that way school is canceled.
Anyway, that was a bit off topic.
Should people have to battle alone?  No.  They shouldn't.  But do they?  Way too often.  Take Man vrs. Man for example;
Joey is getting bullied by Monty.  He doesn't like being bullied, because no one likes to be bullied.  But he's really shy, and doesn't know where to go for help.  His classmates see him being bullied.  But they don't help him.
So...Man vrs. Man, with no one to help him fight his battle.
THEN!  Joey's classmate, Bobby, punches Monty in the face and tells him to get lost and leave his friend alone.
And trust me, I am not saying you should punch someone in the face, (if they're a guy you should go for the groin anyway) because violence isn't the answer, and can sometimes hurt someone badly, even if it is fun at the time.  Although I will admit that I punch my classmate Gavyn often.  He normally deserves it.  The rest of the time I'm overly stressed out, and taking it out on him.  But you need to help if you notice that someone needs help, especially if they're being bullied.
Now for a Man vrs. Nature.
So, there's Lindy, and she has a flower garden that her granddaughter from Florida helped her plant, but she lives in Kansas, and her granddaughter had to go back home.  And now there's weeds sprouting up!  What's she going to do?!  She's in a wheelchair, so she can't get down and pull them all out.  No one will help her, so the weeds take over her garden.
BUT!  Turns out she actually has a neighbor named Lucy who loves Narnia, and whose parents love Narnia, so they named her Lucy, and she's about the same age as Lindy's granddaughter, and she comes and helps Lindy pull all the weeds out and water the garden, and Lindy gives her cookies, because she's nice like that.
Tada!  Helpful huh?  We should help, because, old ladies in wheelchairs deserve flowers!  And who knows, a helper might get cookies out of the deal!  But that shouldn't be your ulterior motive....
Now for a Man vrs. Self;
Sandy used to be a really happy person, almost all the time...but she's started battling depression.  She tries to hide it, but sometimes it's harder, and it comes out in anger.  She doesn't know who to talk to about it, and she feels like she's loosing it.  She even started cutting.  She's in so much despair, and she really doesn't want to live, but she doesn't want to die...but...if she doesn't find someone to talk to soon...she's probably gonna kill herself.
BUT!
Her best guy friend, Greg notices that she's depressed, and one day he caught glimpse of the cuts on her arm, so he asks her if she's okay.  She tries to say yes at first, but then she bursts into tears, says no, and explains how depressed and despairing she feels.  Greg is a good friend, so he helps her get a therapist, and meets with her and the therapist a few time, and while Sandy still battles depression at times, she knows who to talk to, and she has a good friend who threw away all of her knives, except for her special knife, which he is keeping safe for her till she's out of the cutting stage.
Things like that especially need help.  People can't battle things like that alone.  Why do you think that there's so many suicides.  If someone's gonna commit suicide, and they tell you, TELL SOMEONE.  You could be responsible for someone's death if you don't.
Anyway...there's my little nut of the day I guess o.O
~Katie :)

Grr To Thee, Oh Yearbook

If you're wondering I've been working on the yearbook a bit.  It's stressful, and fun, and ugh worthy.  And I needed a title.
So, today is Sunday...and I have school tomorrow.  I'm not too thrilled about the whole school thing...school is...stressful and stuff....
As it is...I'm starting to get a headache...a sure sign that I should go to bed...but...I don't want to go to bed.  But I should.
And thus the battle of, "to bed, or not to bed!" begins.
Ah well...I gotta go anyway.
Love y'all!
~Katie :)

One Million Dollars

I know, strange title, get over it.
So...today I was talking to a guy who was Catholic, and I asked what was up with purgatory.  Honestly I do not get the point of purgatory.  So, he said that it was a place to wait, and to get a second chance.  And possibly get prayed into heaven.  I still honestly don't see the point.  Everyone would go to heaven if purgatory existed, because to be perfectly honest with you, everyone, even Hitler, has people who would pray hard enough for them to get into heaven.
Yeah, I don't think God would allow such evil in his heaven.
So, I thought of this story, which isn't really a story, it's an illustration, but whatevs, with salvation being a free gift from God, ect., and if I tweaked it a little bit, I came up with this;
If I offered you a million dollars, it would be a free gift, and I would just be giving it to you right?  Well, God offers salvation as a free gift for you to accept or decline.  If you didn't accept the million dollars, you 1. wouldn't have a million dollars, and 2. I would keep trying to give it to you.  If you don't accept God's gift, you 1. Don't have salvation, which is the only way to get to heaven, and 2.  God will keep trying to give it to you.
Say you did accept the million dollars...you would have some problems.  Taxes, not knowing if your friends are your friends because they like you, or for your money, ect, but you have the million dollars.  If you accept salvation, sure you're gonna have some problems too.  Persecution, things like that, but you have salvation and will go to heaven.  And there is no way on God's green geo (geo means earth, and I'm putting that there for alliteration, which is when there is the same sound, normally at the beginning of the words in a sentence, that is always repeated, and stuff) that I am saying it's easy.
But, back to you didn't accept the million dollars.
I keep trying and trying and trying to give it to you.  But you still say no.  Then you die.  Are you going to show up somewhere where a bunch of people can try to give you the million dollars for me?  Um...no.  Same with salvation.  God keeps trying and trying and trying to give it to you, but you just say no, over and over and over, and then you die.  It would make no sense to go to a place where humans can pray for you to have what God only can give you, and what you kept rejecting, right?
And that is why I don't believe that there's a purgatory.
Yeah, you get a second chance.  You get chances over and over and over until you die!  But once you die that's it.  That is my stance on it.  Take it or leave it.
~Katie :)

Dreams

Everyone has dreams.  And no, I'm not talking about the kind you have when you sleep, that sometimes turn into nightmares, although everyone has those too, I'm pretty sure.  I know I do.
But I'm serious when I say everyone has dreams.  Some people have dreams that they share with no one.  The dream is just too personal.
I don't really remember how I used to view those kind of dreams, but now I see them as they were portrayed in Tangled.  Pretty good movie actually.  I love it.
Dreams are special.  I love dreams.  Although actually...sometimes I hate dreams. Like when there's either no way they'll come true, or the dream seems so far away.
Almost all my dreams are like that.
My dreams are as followed:

1. Be a published author--YES!  I actually am, so one realized dream.
2. Be a popular published author--unfortunately not yet.
3. Get married and have children.
4. Open a shelter/camp for abused girls.
5. Get huge room, and turn it into a giant library.
6. Buy an old Victorian mansion.
7. Have a big room full of costumes and stuff.
8. A bunch of other things.

It's safe to say that I'm a dreamer.  It's also safe to say that being a dreamer is awesome yet horrible.
~Katie :)

A Day in Oklahoma

So...yeah, I live in Kansas, but my aunt lives in Oklahoma, and would you like to guess where I'm at today?  No...not Nebraska...no...not New Jersey...no...why would you think I was on Pluto anyway?!
I'm in Oklahoma!  That's also where my cousins live.  I love them all.  So far, we're really not doing much at her house.
To start with my mom and I had to leave to actually go to her house, but since today is payday we started out at the board office so my mom could get her check...but...when we got there we were told that there was no check to be found!  So they had to call this copy thingy placemadobber to get them to reprint the check, but as soon as we got home--well about 10 minutes later--they called, and said that they'd gone through it again, and did actually have my mom's check.  She wasn't going to leave without it because if she'd left without it we wouldn't have money for gas, which we needed to make it all the way there and back.
Then, we went back to the Board Office to get her check, got it, and went to pay bills and buy stamps.
We found the most awesome stamps ever!!!  They're forever stamps of course, because those are the kind of stamps that my mom and I get, but they have Disney characters on them!  How awesome is that?!  Yeah, very awesome.  I know.
After that we stopped at the bank where I asked nicely for a sucker, (well sort of, I told them that they should give suckers to everyone...so the lady took the hint and gave me one.) and my mom cashed her check.
Finally we were actually on our way to my aunt's house.
We arrived after about an hour, and spent maybe...ten minutes at her house with my aunt and cousin when we went off to Wally World (WalMart) to buy things that I can't remember what are, while I asked to go find the hat section.  I like hats.  They're awesome.  But some hats just aren't my style.  Like the French hats that you see laid back French girls wearing.  I like the hats that you can put feathers in, and it look cool.  Hang on, and I'll try to find the kind of hats I like for you online.
Well, here's one that's mine that I like:

 That was me trying to make it look like I had short hair.  I do actually look kinda different, and it gives me a glimpse as to what I would look like with short hair.  There are times when I've actually considered cutting my hair, but I think I would miss my hair if I cut it.  Right now it's really long.

 That was at Silver Dollar City.
I also like fedoras.
My cousin, Jaylee wants to say something to everyone.  Here's her message.  Please know that she's only three, so her comment might not make much sense.
hfgyhhy
I'm checking to see if my other cousin, Justin wants to say something.
Here's his message.  He's 8, and I can wear his shoes:
hello
I love my cousins.
Well, I'll finish my play by play of my day later on.  Probably when I'm back in Kansas, in my own bed, or sitting on my couch...which is actually the same thing.
Thanks for reading!
~Katie :)

Happy SAD!

No, I'm not being bipolar.  I'm wishing you a happy Single Awareness Day.  Otherwise known as SAD.
~Katie

Stress, Stress, Stress!

Okay, so really, I guess my life isn't that stressful, but life can get pretty stressful when you're in journalism.  I have a page due to be done tomorrow that I'm not quite near done with....  Jostens Yearbook Avenue has become a new website to be often popped up on my browser.  Uploading pictures, messing around with gadgets, moving pictures around on pages, groaning in frustration, oy!
And then there's the whole making sure I don't have ten pictures of Karen on the page, and only 2 of Seth, 1 of Darrell, and none of Brooke.  And Brooke and Daryl aren't even at school all day long!  Brooke and Daryl leave right after Chapel.
RATS!!!  I forgot to get a picture of Daryl, that I badly need for a page.
I did however get pictures of Seth, Darrell, and Josh, that I needed badly.  They may have actually been the only people I needed pictures of, as I have now realized that I actually do have a picture of Brooke.  Oh wait, no I need a picture of Wesley too.
My brain is going nutzo on me.  And no it has nothing to do with the Mountain Dew I have been drinking.  It's the first Mountain Dew I've had in a while actually.
And then for a little bit more stress, we're having spirit day tomorrow!  All fun, but also slightly stressful.  We're supposed to go in pairs, so my friend, Karen and I are teaming up to be Lucy and Susan.  I'm Lucy, she's Susan.  It's only fair I guess, because she's the older one, and I'm the lowly Freshman girl.  We had talked about being Sam and Frodo, and Merry and Pipin, and even Gollum and the Ring, but then we decided to just switch worlds and go with Lucy and Susan.
It'll be AWESOME!
And then there's the Valentine's Banquet, and I'm being very uncharacteristic of myself, and being all nervous, and distressed, and yesterday I was freaking out about my clothes and hair.  Very much not like me.
I think I have it all figured out though.  I'll post pictures after the banquet.  I should take pictures of the banquet.  For journalism.
Lovely class that class is.  Stressful too.
I mean, it's fun at first, when you're sticking things here and there, and everywhere, but when you have deadlines, and people aren't cooperating, and the weather is stormy and cold when you need to take group pictures, it's just not cool.  And then when you have the stress of math, and people telling other people things that aren't other peoples bussinesses, it gets somewhat stressful.
Plus, recently I keep having headaches.  Mom thinks she's figured out what's wrong though.  I go too long between eatings.
From 6-8PM to 12PM of the next day, and from 12PM to 6-8PM the same day.  Sometimes around 4-5PM though, you know, instead of 6-8.
So, all in all, less sleep, less water, and longer breaks between food causes headaches.
You know...when I was little I thought that gameboy and playboy were the same thing.  Boy was I wrong...  I learned the error of my thought when I was older, and actually figured out that a gameboy was something you played on, and playboy was for pervs who...well, yeah, let's not go there.
I guess my reasoning was that a gameboy was something you played on, so it was a playboy, because you played on it.  I didn't actually know what a playboy was then.  That's probably a good thing.
I wish I didn't know now.  However, with a computer, and internet at my fingertips, and now my perverted classmates, and friends, (imagine my shock when I was 12 and found out that my best guy friend was perverted...) if I didn't already know what a playboy was I would now.
Anyway, I gotta go to Youth Group, now that I've had a discussion about playboy, and game boy, and all that good stuff.
~Katie :)

Valentine's Day

So...people's views on Valentine's Day changes with whether or not they are single or not.  And if you're in a relationship whether your relationship is going well or not.  And it also changes with age.
When I was little I didn't really care.  It was just a day to give hearts to my friends and tell them Happy Valentine's Day.
As I got older I wondered what it would be like to get a Valentine from a boy that wasn't related to me, and now, I'm kind of pessimistic.
Valentine's Day seems like the day when the singles get teased for being single, or have people try to convince them to ask out that really cute guy who sits next to them in biology.  (for the record, I'm not in biology, and the guy who normally sits by me is not really all that cute.  Except to his girlfriend.)
When you're in a relationship you apparently love Valentine's Day, and if you're one of my classmates, you ask two girls what to get your girlfriend for Valentine's Day, and they instantly go, "Chocolate."
When you're not in a relationship, you just want to wait for the chocolate sales, then buy all the left over Valentine's Day chocolate and eat it up, to devour your sadness.
Those are pretty much my thoughts on Valentine's Day right now.
What is my opinion on Valentine's Day?  Give me chocolate, and maybe I'll tell you :P
~Katie

Helllooooo Nurse!

Don't ask about the title...I was trying to come up with a post title, and then I thought about Anamaniacs, and...well, that's what Yakko and Wakko say when they see an apparently good looking girl.  Or woman.  Or nurse as it is often, which is why they say, "Helooooo nurse!"
So anyway, yesterday I talked to a British guy walking his cat.  It was pretty awesome.  I want to walk my cats.
Today I want to talk about education.  Not school, education.
It's important right?  People need to know how to read, write, do basic math, ect, but so many people drop out and fail, and things like that.
I think that everyone should be able to be homeschooled for at least preschool through kindergarten.  I know not everyone will agree with me, but from the mouth of a former homeschooler, and a now privateschooler...HOMESCHOOL IS GOOD!!!
Does it mean that you're not socialized?  You know...if you're homeschooled, and away from all the wonderful influences that bullies, druggies, and people who just don't want to learn?
WELL!  For your information, the word socialized, which is a dirivitive of the word socialize means this:  1. To place under group or government control. 2. To make friendly, cooperative, or sociable. 3. To convert or adapt to the needs of a social group. 4. To take part in social activities.
Well, if you're wondering, I've always been quiet welly socialized.  I want to know what the public schooled kids argument is...
I mean seriously, when you're homeschooled, you have time to actually get to know who you are, and what you believe, without getting picked on by bullies...unless you have younger siblings who constantly poke you, or cousins who come over to poke you...but that's not really classified as a bully is it?
When you're in a public school, you're gonna get picked on.  Even in a private school.
And if you want to keep your child innocent, by all means send them to a public, or even private Christian school, because none of the people there have dirty minds, and none of them there would ever think about repeating disturbing jokes to you child, and of course none of the third or fourth graders there would ever sing a suggestive song, and 5th and 6th graders have conversations about sex, and boobs and stuff...
Take a hint...THEY DO, AND YOUR CHILD WILL NEVER BE INNOCENT AGAIN!
Granted, even when they're homeschooled, there's this dratted, yet awesome thing that was invented...it's known as google...anyone can google what a hickey, and if you look up certain things, you can, and sometimes will get pictures of shirtless, braless women.
Honestly, there is no innocence anywhere, but you'll keep you child more innocent than if they go to a public or even private school.
Anyway, moving away from the innocence topic...do you really want people that you don't really know implanting ideas in your children's heads?  I have calculated that I now spend more time with my classmates and teachers than I get to spend with my amazing mommy.  Do you honestly want your little kids away from you that much?
Humph.
There are pros and cons to being homeschooled, and public/private schools...I made a list: Pros and Cons
Well...I need to get off my soap box...and get to work and stuff.
See y'all!
~Katie :)

Sword, Outfit, No More Monday...

I have pictures!!!  YAY!
Okay, so I made a sword!  Awesome huh?  Well, here's a few pictures of me with my sword.

 I am ready for battle.  I will take on any foe.  I like that picture ^ because you can see a bit of a smile in my mouth, and a little in my eyes, but I also look serious.  A little sad actually...

I don't remember what it was, but something made me laugh, and Mom got a picture of it.  Those enemies sure are funny as they try to get away from me, and my mighty blade, Harmonic Chaos.
When I got home I ended up getting myself an outfit for tomorrow ready, and asked mom to take some pictures for me to share on my blog...because I'm in a sharing mood.

 No idea where I got my jacket, got my skirt from Catos, no clue on the belt, shirt or shoes, and I got the socks fromaa lady in my church.

 The jacket might be a bit heavy, but I'd better wear it, otherwise, my shirt is gonna slip off my shoulder or somethin'.  The belt helps too, because it's a loose shirt.

The headband I plan on wearing with it.  Hairstyle too.  The headband is made out of ducttape and three ponytail holders.  I like it!
Okay, so I don't like Monday, and I think we should have fewer Mondays...but then I realize...if we didn't have Monday, then Tuesday would be horrible!  So I think we'd better just stick with Monday, don't you?
~Katie :)

Lazy Saturday...Afternoon

I, like a great number of teenagers sleep in on Saturday.  Hence why I didn't get up till around 11.  I got 13 hours of sleep.  You have the only two numbers that you need to find out how late I stayed up before I finally crashed on the floor with two blankies before my mom got me back up to actually get me in a comfortable bed.
Do you remember how I said about that funeral?  Well, my mom made me go.  I hate funerals...that's all there is to it.  They're depressing, and sad, and a lot of people cry, and honestly I don't even want to go to my own funeral when I die!  And, funerals, no matter whos funeral it is, you always feel bad because you didn't know the person who died better, even if you were really close to them.  And you think about all the bad mean things you'd ever done to them.  Well, if you're like me anyway.  And no, I hadn't been mean to her.
13 is my lucky number.  I know that that sounds crazy, because 13 is the most unlucky number ever, but it's seriously my lucky number.  It's always there and showing up.
One out of three times when I look at my Facebook chat 13 people are on.  It's 13 days till my friend's 18th birthday, and she just now told me about it.  When I was 13 that was the teen year when I cried and was hurt the least...although it's also when I started the cycle of pain and stuff...I just like the number 13.  Plus, I'm obstinate, and whenever someone says something can't be done, or that something's unlucky or something like that, I try to prove them wrong.  Might come with the red hair.
You know how I view feminists?  I don't like it.  I don't like the feminist movement.  There are some things that I agree with them on, such as, yes, men and women are equal...but...they're equal in different ways.  Like, a fish and a cat are equal, but a cat can't breath underwater, and a fish can't climb a tree.  Yet no one, or at least very few people would argue that they're not equal.
I think men and women are equal, but I don't think that they should be treated equal.  If they're treated equal, either all men and women will be expected to stay home, take care of kids, be super sensitive and over analyze everything, be natural motherers, and extremely emotional.  OR, what is more common, all women and men will be expected to be tough, go out and get a job, get into fights, hide emotions, ship kids off to people they pay to stick their own views into, and just be tough like that.
Do you see the problem yet?
Plus, doesn't everyone like going first in line to get food?  Well, if you're treated equal, and you're a girl, well...sorry, this is an equal world, we just get our food as we get food, no ladies first here.
Women are getting so tough and stuff that it's scary.  I for one am not feminist...Sometimes I get tired of guys, but not in the way that I'm better than them, or equal to them.
There's no way I could pick up a 100lb person, yet I have no doubt that one of my classmates who is a guy, and weighs about the same as me, could pick up a 100lb person.
BUT, there's also no way he could carry a baby for 9 months.
There are a lot more differences between men and women, and things that women can do that men can't, and things that men can do that women can't, but they fled my mind.
No, I'm not saying that women shouldn't be allowed to get jobs, or vote, but women shouldn't be pressured to do so.  Even in the church women are pressured to get jobs!
With the jobs thing...I would feel awkward to have a male doctor.  Especially if I was pregnant.  I would rather have a female doctor, cause that's just the way I am.
And I like being able to go first at Youth Group to get food, and I like being treated slightly different from guys.  I don't like being told that I'm worth less because I'm a girl, or that I have to go make people sandwiches, and that my place is the kitchen...I have classmates who say that.
I think that there should be equal opportunity, but what's the point in hating guys?  There are feminists who hate men...what's up with that?  You wouldn't be here if there wasn't a man...And if you have a little boy, what do you think he's gonna grow up to be?
So anyway...yeah...that's my point of the day.
~Katie :)