Katie Likes to Rant

You think that God gets upset and hurt, maybe even mad at the people who dress slutty, the people who cut themselves, who sometimes kill themselves.  Why would he get mad at them?  Because, he made them.  He very carefully formed them in the womb.  The Bible says that he KNIT them in the womb.  Now, I don't know much about knitting, but I know that crocheting is similar and I know some about that.  You don't accidentally crochet something.  You decide what you want to crochet.  You carefully pick the colors you think are prettiest.  You also pick a pattern.  When God knits/crochets someone, he picks the pattern.  The pattern says what your personality will be.  It says whether you're gonna be outgoing or shy.  When He decides what he's going to crochet, he decides what you're gonna look like, whether you're gonna be a guy or girl.  And the colors?  They determine your eye color, your hair color, your skin color.  He never makes a mistake when he does this, because He's God, he can't make mistakes.  Sometimes he chooses to make some people more special than others.  He chooses some people to show others that people can be extremely different and still be awesome.  He does this very, very carefully.
Now, when someone, a human, crochets or knits something, or makes something out of anything, they want it to stay pretty.  They don't want it to fall into a mud puddle, or get run over by a train.  So, obviously, God, the master crafter, wouldn't want his beautiful crocheted creations to get dirty or ruined.  Yet there they go dirtying themselves, ruining themselves.  Degrading themselves, making themselves out to be worth nothing.  Of course he would be upset.
But, also, like any other crafter knows, people don't always like what you make.  Sometimes they throw what you make away.  Or they rip it up.  Or burn it.  And that, that hurts you worse.  So think about how God feels, when other people look at the people HE made, and make fun of them, hurt them...make them feel like cutting, or killing themselves.  How do you think God feels when other people, people he made, ignore other people he made, to make them beg for attention by dressing slutty or acting up?  I bet he hates that.  I can't speak for God, for one very special reason...I'm not God...but I think that he probably hates it worse when people he made, make fun of other people he made, and makes them want to die.  Makes them feel like nothing.
Now, I'm not saying that people aren't to blame for their own actions....I'm just saying that it's wrong to look at people and say that they're wrong because of this, or God hates them because of that...  They never once think that they're talking about another person that GOD made very carefully.  Carefully just like them.  Take Miley Cyrus for example.  She dances nearly naked....  But God still made her very carefully.  Is she making God happy?  No.  But neither is anyone else when they're sitting there saying things like, "Wow, they're an idiot.  They're a failure."  I have a classmate that I heard say, within the past two weeks, "Wow, I wish Miley Cyrus would just overdose already!"  Wow.  No, I'm not saying that I've always been completely innocent of that.  I haven't.  And I'm also not saying that people doing things like that are making God very happy...but people who talk smack about them because of what they're doing aren't making God very happy either.
~Katie >.<

Welcome Back to the Torture Asylum

Hmm, it's not like I've neglected to make blog posts in...half of forever or anything, is it?!  Uh...oh wait...yeah it is....oopsiez....  I think I got all distracted with my journal and camp and school....  School started today.  We have a new English teacher and if she's as nice as she seemed today, I'm gonna like her.  She seems to want us to talk...which is kind of cool.
I also need to brush my teeth and organize my room and read some more books and go to bed at a semi reasonable time and wake up at an extremely unreasonable time to go to a fairly unreasonable place where I have to/get to be around not exactly reasonable humans that make me want to be not so reasonable because of their very not reasonable actions such as talking through choir and royally annoying me.
However...um...I forgot what I was gonna say.
Uh, well, I guess I was gonna say that if my Chemistry book stays as interesting as it was today I'll like it.  My first day of Torture Asylum wasn't horrendous.
~Katie :)

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Donny's Rants: SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS AND AN UNINTENTIONAL RANT!!!!

Donny's Rants: SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS AND AN UNINTENTIONAL RANT!!!!: IF YOU JUST CAME FOR THE ANNOUNCEMENTS, THEY'RE IN THE LAST FULL PARAGRAPH RIGHT BEFORE I SIGN OFF, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU CAM...

Story Time!

Short story that I just finished:

I stood face to face with 'it.'  It was not me.  It couldn't be me!  I was standing right here!  In front of...it.  It looked at shocked as me.
"Who are you?"  It asked.
"Katie."  I heard my voice rise and crack.  "Who are you?"
"K-Katie...."  Its voice was identical to mine.
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen...."  It looked me up and down.  "How old are YOU?"
"Sixteen."  So it wasn't me.  Well...it was...but it wasn't.  I looked it up and down from the very top of its head, which was he same copper shade as mine, to its feet, which, as usual, were bare.  It was wearing the shirt I got on top of Pike's Peak that boasted, 'It's illegal to get this high in most states!"  Her blue eyes and slightly flushed face made me feel like I was looking in a mirror and I wondered if it felt the same.
Finally, it spoke again.  "Are you me?"
"I don't know...are you me?"
"I don't know.  Do you like cats?"
"Yeah.  Do you?"
"Yeah...."
"Do you know what the word 'acrophobia' means?"
"Yeah...it's a morbid fear of heights."
We stood there, staring at each other.  Neither one of us knowing what to say or do.  Would this change anything in the fabric of time?  Us meeting like this?  Finally, I cleared my throat,
"So, were you homeschooled 'til the start of your Freshman year of highschool?"
Her face lit up like mine had done when I was in her place.  "Yes!  But don't ask which I prefer, because I like both or them and I don't think I could chose between them."
"I know.  I think I'm you.  And it's weird."
"It IS weird."  She shivered.  "So, you know where you are, right?  If you're...you know...from the future."
"I'm at Indy camp, right?"  Indy camp was a general church camp that people and families of all shapes and sizes attended once a year.  I'd been going since before I was born.
She nodded.  "Right after my first year at Indy Bible School."
"So....how long has camp been going on?"
"Just started.  You've been through this before...anything I should know?"
"You mean about camp?"
"Or in general over the year...."
"Well, concerning camp, be prepared to run and pound on a camper door; it might save a life.  And when one of your younger friends says something that sounds strange; listen to them.  But don't worry, there's fun to be had as well."  I wiggled my eyebrows mysteriously.
She laughed.  "How did you get here?"
I shrugged.  "Beats me!  But it's kind of cool seeing my past self."
"It's kind of cool seeing my future self!"
We laughed together.  When the laughter had subsided, she looked at me with a look of worried concern.  "What about my mom...and her boyfriend?"
Of course...I should have expected that.  "Well...."
"He's not her boyfriend anymore, is he?"
I shook my head.  "But, he gave you his hat and a ton of sharp objects, knives, a hatchet, a double headed axe...."
"Yeah....but we moved again, didn't we?"
I nodded.
"Do I like it?"
"You mostly stay in your room."
"What's my room like?"
I started grinning, "You tell me."
She grinned in return.  "Well, the walls are probably blue or green...bookshelves...my desk...my bunkbed/loft thingy...and I'm sure there's tons of stuff on the walls!"
All I did was smile.  She was very, very accurate.  But not completely.  Of course, she didn't need to know that.
"Do you have any words of wisdom for me?"
"Wisdom?  Me?!"
"Oh come on, we both know you're wiser than you act!"
I cleared my throat awkwardly.  "Maybe we feel like it sometimes...but honestly, Past Me, we really aren't all that wise or smart."
She sighed, "But we can pretend, can't we?"
"Sure, why not!"  I laughed.
"Well, do you?  In as little wisdom as you have, do you have any for me?"
I thought long and hard.  "Remember to look for the good in others...like for example, two people in your class...."
Her lip curled up.  "Are you talking about...?"
I laughed.  "Yes.  They're not all that bad though.  Remember your field trip?  The rope swing?  The way they were the only people in your class to push you?  I mean, yeah, your class is small...but still...."
She gave me a lopsided smile.  "I should say thanks sometime."
"You do eventually."
"More wisdom?"
"Um...Stay strong.  DON'T DATE.  Read your Bible.  Don't give up on God.  Do crazy stuff.  Keep your knives sharp, listen to--"
"Knives?  Do I kill someone?"
"No, but it's a good idea to keep your knives sharp."
She laughed.  "Niiiice."
"Do you have anything you want me to always remember?"
She thought for a moment, then nodded.  "Always remember the way you and Kayden always hung out and sword fought.  And never forget Zena.  Always remember what Corgan and Travis did for you.  And of course never forget how Gavyn practically rescued you from a creep at the end of the school year."
My brow furrowed as I had a sudden thought.  "Do you think this is a dream?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we're bother here randomly...And I have no idea how I'm here."
"Ugh, I hate stories where it was all a dream!"
"Oh me too!"
"It's just one of those--We're the same person, Katie, of course you hate it too!  DUH!"
We laughed together
"But what if it is a dream?"  I asked again.  "Who would wake up?  You or me?"
"Or both of us?"
"Oh dear...this is starting to seem like an episode of Doctor Who."
"An episode of what?"
"Doctor Who.  You'll understand it all in December.  One more word of 'wisdom.'  Make the most of your life.  You know, actually WRITE something.  in a NOTEBOOK."
"As you wish."  She curtsied.  "Katie."
"Yeah?"
Her face went blank and she called out again, "Katie."
"I'm here!"
"Katie."  Her voice sounded far away.
Even though my eyes were open, I felt them open.  I blinked twice and there was my mom.
"Katie, it's time to get up!"
I stared at her stupidly for a moment before blurting, "Seriously, Mom?  I was having a great heart to heart with myself!"  Then despite having just woken up, I fell back to sleep.

The End.

Pros and Cons between Journals and Blogs

Once, a long long time ago, I did a thing about the Pros and Cons with Homeschooling and Brick and Mortar Schooling.
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Well, I've decided to make something similar for Journals and Blogs!  Yay!  Let's get to it!
Journal
Pros:

1. You can put all your dark secrets in there.  Secrets you don't want people to know.
2. You don't have to worry about making your writing legible for everyone else.
3. You write for you and you alone.  No worries about any mispellings or grammar errors.  It's just for you.

 Cons:

1. If anyone gets a hold of your journal and you do have secrets in it...well...you're dead meat.
2. You only have so much room.  Both in the journal and room to put all the journals you're going to be filling up.
3. Journals cost money and a lot of the time, unless you use plain notebooks, it takes more money than most people want to spend :/

Blog
Pros:

1. You get to show pictures, thoughts and ideas to the WORLD with just the time it takes to type up stuff and click the publish button.
2. For many people, it's faster and neater to type, rather than to write, so even if you were showing your journal to others, they would be sure to know what you had written, instead of trying to decipher  your bad handwriting.  No, I'm not talking about anyone in particular, it's just that some people have bad handwriting and I think I'll leave this point now....
3. You don't need a light on to write on the blog, because you write on the blog on a computer or other lighted device.

Cons:

1. Once it's out there...it's out there.  No getting it back.  You didn't want anyone to know about it?  Well, it's too late now.
2. You have to have internet connection.
3. You have to have a computer or other electronic device in order to make a blog post.

Well, there ya have it.  I keep both.  A journal and a blog.  See, the thing with a journal is that it deals with things on a much more personal level, whereas if I feel the need to make a point on something or rant, I come to my blog.  If I have to get some "guy stuff" off my brain...guess where it goes...my journal.  If I am super excited about something epic, I might post it on here AND write about it in my journal.  If it's something about a book I'm gonna start writing, I'll write it in/on both!  You see how this works?
Yes?  Oh?  Well...I gotta go.  Katie has WORK in the morning.  Well, not morning.  Not 'til 1:30...but Katie has other things she'll be doing in the way too early hours of morning....  Grr.  Well, again, I gotta go.  Bye.
    ~Katie :)

*sighs*

Hey y'all.  Sorry for not posting more often...but I'm posting now.
I was really disappointed when a day or two ago I saw on a website that I love--a Christian website--the writers basically saying that wearing a bikini all just depends on how the girl feels about it.  Well...no...that's not exactly how it goes.  This is a Christian website.  A Christian website where girls asked the question wanting the Biblical answer....  This was the first answer:

I think it definitely depends on your age, your style and whom you are around. If you are with some close friends and go to a spa or to a private pool with family, a bikini could be fine. If you know you are going to be around a lot of boys and it might make them stumble, then you might want to wear a cover-up, a wrap skirt or a tankini.

For one thing, a lot of my close friends...at least half, possibly more...are guys.  Actually, one of my guy friends I talk to more often than I do to my friends that are girls.  I'm not even joking.  So, as long as you're close friends with the guys, it's alright to wear nothing but your underwear to go swimming around him.  Makes perfect sense.  The next thing is with family.  Even in the Bible, family was not supposed to look at each others' nakedness.  (Leviticus 18:13-15)   And besides that, in order to not uncover their nakedness, the priests  had to wear underwear that went from their waist to their thigh.  (Exodus 28:42)  A bikini doesn't come close to covering that.
Another thing that the person who wrote the article said was this:

If you wear a two-piece I don’t believe you should be judged

If by two piece she's referring to bikinis, rather than tankinis or something else that's like shorts and a shirt of some kind... *shakes head*  No, they should not be judged...but...they should be told the truth in love.  That kind of stuff is stated in the Timothys, possibly Romans...Corinthians...those books.  About telling the truth in love.
A bikini swimsuit covers the same as a bra and panties...and if a guy walked in on a girl wearing her underwear, she'd freak...BUT if it was a swimsuit...it'd be fine.
One of the things that was brought up in the comments on this website was about the whole causing guys to lust thing....  Here's one of the comments.

Maybe we should be teaching boys to respect what’s inside the bodies they seem to appreciate so much. Instead of putting the responsibility to keep boys pure on girls, we should hold boys accountable. There is nothing wrong with bikinis. There is nothing wrong with one pieces. That is a decision of personal preference. It is, however, wrong to teach girls that there is something dirty about the female body, and by even writing this article, that is what we are perpetuating. Stop sexualizing women and holding them responsible for the actions and thoughts of boys. We are trying to fix a problem at the wrong end. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for modesty, but what anyone wears, modest or otherwise, should not be judged or used as a segway into the “have you heard about Jesus” conversation. God loves everyone regardless of how they dress, and so should we.

Yes, boys should be taught to respect what's inside the bodies, however, when guys see things like that, they start doing this thing called objectifying....  Yes, boys should be held responsible...Is the guy starring or attempting to avert his eyes?  Is he making sure that he looks at her face no matter what or letting himself look all over her?  I'm not a guy, but things like that can be hard for guys...or so I've heard.  In a way your swim suit is a matter of personal preference, but if your preference is something that you know can cause yourself to be a stumbling block, you need a new preference.  There was nothing mentioned in the article about the female body being dirty.  Nothing is mentioned here about the female body being dirty.  The female body is--not to sound weird, which I am going to anyway--beautiful!  But, it's not for every guy at the pool to see!  It's to be saved for your husband.  As for the sexualizing of women...we sexualize them when we put our three year old little girls in bikinis.  Yes, God loves everyone regardless of how they dress, but each person is held responsible for the knowledge you have.  If you have the knowledge that wearing a bikini causes your brothers in Christ lust after you or objectify you, you shouldn't wear it.
I'm not saying guys don't need to watch themselves, because they do...I'm just saying that girls need to do their work on their side too.
I'm going to add a video about the history of swimsuits, bikinis are indeed mentioned.  I would greatly appreciate it if you watched it.  It would help with the understanding of all this.  Hopefully.
Jessica Rey - The Evolution of the Swimsuit
No model would even wear a bikini, the inventor of them had to hire a STRIPPER to model it for him....  Watch the entire video.  Just watch it.  She says it so much better than me.
~Katie :)
P.S.  I got a kitten.
P.P.S.  Watch the entire thing.  WATCH IT!

Rant Time

Alright, do you want to know something that I think is totally wrong, unfair, and screwed up?  No, of course you don't, but guess what, this is my blog, so I shall completely disregard your feelings, because I can do that on my blog, like I can do absolutely nowhere in real life.  Okay, that's not quite true.  I just assume that because you're on my blog, you care about what I have to say.  Anyway, here goes my rant.
At school, when people at my school--which is a Christian school, where everyone loves everyone and treats no one better or worse, no bullying has ever gone on there, bullying ever will go on there, there is absolutely no drama and please don't tell me that you think there's anything perverted or inapproriate there!  And that was all sarcasm, just so you know--pick teams for things like softball and volleyball, due to popularity, rather than talent.  I am not saying that I'm the best athlete in the school.  I know I'm not.  But I am also not the worst.  There are people, who when they play volleyball duck anytime the ball comes flying toward them and people who when they play softball don't even run after hitting the ball.
When I play volleyball, I at least try.  And when I play softball, I usually hit the ball and when I hit that ball I RUN.  I can serve fairly well in volleyball and I've managed to get the ball over the net before.  I actually try.  I will willingly say that I stink at playing in the field for softball though.  But there's a wonderful cure for that.  PUT ME SOMEWHERE WHERE THE BALL RARELY EVER GOES!
I hate it how when I stand up there, I'm the only one left up there and the captain is all like, "Okay, we'll take Katie."  I hate it.
I'm not the only one either.  There are other people who aren't picked until last, simply because they aren't popular, regardless to whether they're good at the sport or not.  And I'm not saying that all of the popular kids are horrible at sports and all of the unpopular kids are good at them.  There's some popular kids that are good at sports and some that aren't.  Mostly the girls.  Then there's some unpopular kids who aren't that great at them.
But anyway, yeah, I hate it when people pick only because of popularity.  I hate it.  I just thought I'd leave that nice little rant.  And if you're from my school and reading this, there's nothing that says I'm talking about you in either the popular kids who are good at sports, the popular kids who are awful at sports, the unpopular kids who are good at sports, the unpopular kids who are awful at sports, or the people who pick due to popularity only, so don't get offended.  And if you do get offended, please keep in mind--this is my blog, I say what I what, when I want, how I want, and if you don't like it...well...I guess you don't have to come back...just an idea.
~Katie :):

Uga Blega Bloo

No, there is no real reason for the title of my blog post.  I'm sorry I haven't been blogging, it's just that there's no internet at my house, and I am not addicted to the internet, regardless to what some people may say, so I really don't go to the library that often--for internet.  I go for books at least once every two weeks, and then sometimes I'll go for internet, if I'm feeling low on Doctor Who, or need to check something on facebook, or do research for school or something.
I hate writing papers.  Miss Montgomery is making everyone in Bible class write a paper about God's redemptive plan that he's had since the beginning of time.  Isn't that lovely?  No, not really.  It has to be one and a half pages, have three main points, a introduction and conclusion, and then support for the three main points.  I really stink at all this stuff.  I hate it so much.  With a burning passion.  I loath it.  Abhor it.  If I could, I would torch it.  Well, maybe not.  I like writing papers when it's something I'm more passionate about.  Which...well, I guess it depends on my mood, but right now I don't really want to write a paper on the redemptive plan God has had from the beginning.
One thing that I have to remember when I'm writing a paper is that I'm not supposed to say things like, "I," "You," "Me," and stuff like that.  It's against the rules.  So, you couldn't say something like, "You may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true."  You would have to say, "One may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true."  And instead of saying, "I assure you that no falsehood is passing through my pen,"  You'd have to say, "One may be assured that no falsehood passes through this pen."  See?
Ow.  Random head pain.  I hope I don't have an aneurism.  Maybe I should do research on those.  Mr.  Miller always says I'll give him one of those.  I don't know what I did to him though.  Absolutely nothing, that I know of.
Anyway, right now, I'm watching Doctor Who, procrastinating, having random head pain, and needing to use the restroom, because either my bladder has shrunk, or gotten filled.  And knowing that I really need to get off of here, pee, and then take a shower.  My hair needs washed, my teeth need brushed, and I really, really, really need to pee.
But, on the bright side, my friend who had strep throat didn't die!
~Katie :)

Hello World, This is Me!

Well, that song is the theme song from a TV show called The Saddle Club.  Good TV show.
I MIGHT GET A HORSE SOON!  I'm super duper excited!
That's all.  Goodbye.
~Katie :)

In Other News....

In other news aside from my long post about what I want....today was the birthday of one of my bestest friends.  Yes, I said bestest.  I've said stranger things, and I'll probably say even stranger things.  He turned sixteen, and I managed to get him embarrassed at school!  I was super happy about that.
See, we have a principal, and he has a wife, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays she comes over, and is the chapel speaker.  Well, I told her that it was his birthday, and that she should royally embarrass him.  Sadly, she doesn't know him well...she thought that he would be hard to embarrass...au contrair.  He's easy to embarrass.  Especially with things like that.
ANYWAY...we've been studying the spiritual gifts in her chapel lessons, and so she went through a bunch of people that everyone at school knows, then she called him up there, and oooooh...his face!  He was so embarrassed!  And then a senior girl decided she knew him better than me...no offense to her...but seriously, she said, "Aww, he's just so quiet!"  And I go, "Quiet?  Quiet?  Uh huh...  He's not quiet!"  "Yeah he is!"  I shake my head even thinking about it.  Quiet.  Honestly.  No one knows him well if they think he's quiet.  Maybe he's quiet in chapel...but here's a newsflash--YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET IN CHAPEL.  And maybe he's quiet in a lot of his classes.  But, you have to remember, those teachers are the less lenient.  Get to Brother Todd's class...man...you have me sometimes wishing he WAS quiet.  I mean, the talking is fine...but some of the stuff that guy says....  If I had a dollar for every "woman," or "red-head," joke, or saying he said...I would be a very rich woman.  By woman, and red-head jokes, or sayings, I'm meaning things like, "Brother Todd, this is a defective woman, we need to send her back to the factory!"  or... "why are you such a red-head?"  or... "Woman, get back to the kitchen, I need a sandwich!"  Or, "Wow, when you get mad your hair...wow, it's like flames.  Are you okay?"  Or, "Quit being such a woman!"
Of course, I always have comebacks.
Here's how they go:
Him: Brother Todd, this is a defective woman, we need to send her back to the factory!
Me: Punch, or glare, or both
Him: Why are you such a red-head?
Me:  Oh, I don't know, I was born like this?
Him: Woman, get back to the kitchen, I need a sandwich!
Me:  You know, women can be other places than just the kitchen.... *punch*
Him: Wow, when you get mad, your hair...wow...it's like flames...are you okay?
Me: *glare*
Him: Quit being such a woman!
Me: I can't help it!  I am a woman!
Him: Katie, could you be a woman and do this for me?
Me: No!  Be a man and do it yourself.
....Yet he's my best friend.  *shakes head in disappointment at self*
So, I thought letting y'all know that would be nice.
NOW!  In other, other news....
I have been introduced to a wonderfully new fandom.  New to me anyway.  It involves doctors.  No, it's not Scrubs.  Or Grey's Anatomy.  Or General Hospital.  Do you guys give up?  No, it isn't House.  Stop guessing now.  It's Doctor Who!  And it is so wonderfully addicting, and I love it, and I miss the ninth doctor, and I miss Rose, and Donna disappeared, and I love the Doctor oh so much, and I miss him so very badly.  And I'm shutting up now, so that it looks like I went to bed at a semi reasonable time.
~Katie :)

What I Want....

                You know….I don’t want a boyfriend.  I don’t want a guy that I’ll cuddle with late into the night, and make out with when my family isn’t around.  I don’t want a guy who feels obligated to get me something just because, “It’s our 6 month anniversary!”  I don’t want a guy who will tickle me until I scream and kick at him, and I end up laughing my head off.  I don’t even think I want a guy who kisses me sweetly on the cheek, or the nose, or calls me his sweetie pie.

                I’ve been putting some thought into it.  And you know…that really isn’t what I want at all.  Please, note I said nothing about hugs.

                Here’s what I want:  A guy who will be my best friend, and put up with all the crap I do.  Yes, I said the C word.  Deal with it.  I want a guy who will hug me when he sees me, and does everything he can to make sure I’m still happy and smiling.  A guy who never stops making me laugh and smile and stuff, just because we go on these things called dates.

                DUDE!  I’m not even sure I want dates.  Sure, hang out a time or two…but maybe not even date.  Maybe hang out a lot actually…but not really dates.  They can get awkward.

                I want a guy who will be my best friend forever, give me rides in his truck when I’m only a block away from my destination because of how cold it is, and always makes me laugh…even if we never date.

                Maybe, I don’t want to even date at all!  MAYBE, I want to just go from being best friends with the guy, to being engaged to the guy.  Is that so strange and impossible?  Why get into a “relationship” at all?  All those do is ruin friendships.  Normally anyway.  I mean, honestly…I was friends with all of exes before they became my boyfriends…and then we broke up, and weren’t friends anymore.  In fact, some of them and I have strong enmity.  For those of you who may or may not know, enmity is hatred.  Besides, aren’t you supposed to marry your best friend, not your boyfriend?  I’ve always heard that you’re supposed to marry your best friend.  Unless of course your best friend is a girl….  Pretty sure that that only applies to if your best friend is a boy.

                And, maybe if we do date…maybe I want him to be willing to wait, for whatever reason, and is perfectly willing to have a talk or two with my big, strong, buff uncles, who were both in the army, and have guns, in addition to my big, strong, buff grandpa, who was also in the army…and who I’m not sure if has guns or not….BUT HE HAS KITCHEN KNIVES!!!  And pepperjack cheese ^_^  But the point is, maybe I want him to be patient, and brave.  Honestly, as unscary as my uncles are…they’re scary.  But awesome.

                And, whether we date or not, I want him to kind of…ya know, integrate himself into my family.  Come over on random Sundays after church, maybe pop by on Thanksgiving if he’s not too busy, play a few games, make a few memories, teasingly make fun of my grandma’s rat-on-steroids/Chihuahua.  I want a guy who will let me talk about just about anything, and give me good advice, and well, basically be my best friend.

                I think that that would be pretty freakishly awesome.  Of course, it’s always a plus if he’s cute.  And he has to be taller than me, and be able to make me laugh, and be willing to go to church with me, and stuff like that.  Those three are musts.  OH!  And I just find it absolutely adorable when guys play with their little brothers and sisters, and are good with kids.  It’s just sooo adorable, and I have no idea why, but it is.  I just love it.

                But yeah…that’s my wonderful little rant-ish thing for the night.

~Katie :)