Each person in the world experiences love differently. Each person has a different approach to love and a different way they like to love and be loved. Everyone has a different view on love. And, I'm going to be using some kind of analogy-ish thing to illustrate this.
Love is at the bottom of a tall cliff. If you want to love and be loved, you have to jump off your cliff. Sometimes, someone will come to the top off the cliff with you and love you, even when you haven't jumped off your cliff, and they'll help you jump off the cliff. Parents are a prime example of that. But, there are four main approaches to jumping off the cliff.
The first approach is the approach of many children. This person jumps off the cliff all the time, they know someone will catch them or at least believe someone will catch them and they love everyone at the bottom, even if everyone at the bottom doesn't love them.
Secondly, we have those who jump off the cliff any chance they get, but not necessarily because they're full of love. Instead, they jump off because they're full of pain and just want someone to love them. But they always jump off of the wrong areas and fall and get broken even more.
A third kind of person is cautious. They'll let people on their cliff and they'll jump off their cliff, but only if they are sure someone is down there to catch them. They don't go jumping off for every friend/boyfriend/girlfriend who says "I'll love you forever!"
And lastly, there's the person who used to be like the second person or who had too many people invading their cliff, pushing them off. They are terrified to jump off the cliff and into love, even if they see arms reaching out to catch them and love them. They've been hurt too many times to dare trust those at the bottom, so they sit at the top of their cliff, alone and scared, wanting to jump, but fearing pain if they do.
That just struck me the other day. So I wrote it down and posted it.
~Katie :)
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Positive Adjectives of the Alphabet
Not too long ago, I tried to come up with positive adjectives for every letter of the alphabet...and this is what happened.
A--Amazing, awesome, adorable, appreciative
B--Beautiful, brave, brawny
C--Cute, creative, courteous, cuddly, caring, compassionate
D--Delightful, Darling, Daring, Dauntless
E--Exciting, Entertaining, Extroverted
F--Fiiine, Fantastic, Forgiving, Fair
G--Gentle, Gentlemanly, Generous, Gracious
H--Happy, Handsome, Hot (???), Honest, Heartwarming, Helpful, Humble.
I--Intelligent, Imaginative, Introverted
J--Jokester, Just, Just-awesome
K--Kind, Kooky, Kittyish (what was I and my friends thinking???), Kool
L--Likeable, Loveable, Loving, Lucky, Laughing
M--Marvelous, Magnificent
N--Nice, Nutty
O--Optimistic, Obedient, Open-minded
P--Polite, Pretty
Q--Quiet, Quite-awesome
R--Robust, Resourceful
S--Sweet, Super-duper, Splendid, Social
T--Terrific, Tactful
U--Understanding, Underestimated, Unexpected, Unique
V--Victorious, Virtuous
W--Wonderful, Whimsical
X--X-act, X-treme
Y--Young, Youthful
Z--Zany, Zippy.
Some were harder than others. Some were easier than others. Some were weirder than others. If you know any better ones, just comment them!!!
~Katie :)
A--Amazing, awesome, adorable, appreciative
B--Beautiful, brave, brawny
C--Cute, creative, courteous, cuddly, caring, compassionate
D--Delightful, Darling, Daring, Dauntless
E--Exciting, Entertaining, Extroverted
F--Fiiine, Fantastic, Forgiving, Fair
G--Gentle, Gentlemanly, Generous, Gracious
H--Happy, Handsome, Hot (???), Honest, Heartwarming, Helpful, Humble.
I--Intelligent, Imaginative, Introverted
J--Jokester, Just, Just-awesome
K--Kind, Kooky, Kittyish (what was I and my friends thinking???), Kool
L--Likeable, Loveable, Loving, Lucky, Laughing
M--Marvelous, Magnificent
N--Nice, Nutty
O--Optimistic, Obedient, Open-minded
P--Polite, Pretty
Q--Quiet, Quite-awesome
R--Robust, Resourceful
S--Sweet, Super-duper, Splendid, Social
T--Terrific, Tactful
U--Understanding, Underestimated, Unexpected, Unique
V--Victorious, Virtuous
W--Wonderful, Whimsical
X--X-act, X-treme
Y--Young, Youthful
Z--Zany, Zippy.
Some were harder than others. Some were easier than others. Some were weirder than others. If you know any better ones, just comment them!!!
~Katie :)
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I Shouldn't Be Up So Late....
I should not be up so late, but it gets my juices flowing and has made me think. (This was started last night/this morning around 1, 2, or 3) Chances are, I've already posted this at least once, but here it goes again. It confuses me so much sometimes, how people can come into your life and then leave your life....I have two example I will use one of a group of friends I know in real life and one of a group of people I have never met in person, but have gotten to the point I consider them my friends.
Starting with the people I know in real life. When I was eleven, I made friends with a girl named Christa and I called her my best friend and she called me her best friend. But she was also a compulsive liar who made up stories. I don't understand why people think they need to make up stories to be liked. I mean, even if people like you because of the stories you tell, they don't really like you, they like the you that you've made up. One week I just decided that I was going to see if she really did care about our friendship and I just waited for her to come over. She never did and our friendship just...ended. Looking back, I really could have handled that better. Also looking back...how in the world were 11-12 year olds so perverted?! I'm including her group of friends that I was involved in in this friend category.
Okay, I lied, there's going to be two groups of friends I know in real life. This one really hurts me, because I know I really screwed up in part of this. Shortly after my friendship with Christa ended, I made friends with a girl named Emily and shortly after that, we both made friends with Kayden. I mentioned them a lot in the blog I had before this one: The Heartbeat of the Mission I didn't know how to spell back then.... Anyway, I have trouble balancing hanging out with two friends at once. At least I did. I think I've gotten better at it. Actually, no, I haven't gotten better at it, I've just become a recluse, but that's beside the point. As I was saying, I wound up hanging out with Kayden more than Emily of course, that was also partially because I had a crush on him at the time, but that's beside the point, because I probably would have wound up hanging out with him more anyway. There have been times that I've wanted to tell her I'm sorry for that, but I don't know how. So, Emily, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry. By the way, Amanda in The Unnamed Legend was partially based off of you. And now, I barely speak to either Kayden or Emily. We've just drifted apart. However, Kayden and Emily are still friends...in a way. They're actually a couple. Take a moment to say "awww."
Now to my friends I've never met in real life. *sigh* This is going to be a lonnnnnng blog post. TO those of you who have read this far, thank you so much, that really does mean a lot to me. When I was 12/13, I entered into the world of Facebook, Fanfiction.net, and Howrse. I met AceTrace/Impossible Insomniac/Hannah, on Fanfiction.net, same with a girl named Emma. They were friends with a girl named Joy and one day, I was added to a group message on Facebook (back when they had messages and not just chat and the chat was deleted shortly after you closed the chat box...a long time ago) with Hannah, Emma and Joy. We were quickly almost inseparable friends. We wrote each other into stories, we talked to each other all day...yeah.... Hannah had a boyfriend named Donny, whom she loved. Or at least said she loved. Obviously she didn't, as she had a boyfriend named Donny. Anyway, they broke up twice and during one of these times, Joy was being especially insensitive, and well...she called me the B word, I told her I wasn't going to be friends with her and well, that ended that.
But, back to Donny and Hannah.... I had called them brother and sister and when they broke up, I felt like I was being forced to choose between them. Note: I was not actually ever told to choose between them, but it still felt like it. I wound up choosing Donny. It wasn't that hard a choice, as Hannah started going through a phase where everything was about her. Donny and I still talk, but Hannah and I barely speak.
Now, Emma and I...well, we're still/again friends....um...it's very complicated. She is now actually engaged to Donny, so that's...yeah...dating your ex friend's boyfriend...um, yeah, it's not that bad actually. But, her and I have had a history of being explosive. And it's only been within a few months ago that her and I have actually began talking, like seriously talking.
Donny and I have also had times where we barely talked. But he is my brother and if you didn't know better, you would think he was blood. There have been times when we've skyped and he's said something I almost said and vice versa.
But what really gets me is this: Why do some people come into your life, then leave? They come in, they bring their youtube videos, their jokes, their songs, books, movies, everything, then they leave...or you leave them? Why does that happen? And why do some people come into your life and stay? It honestly kind of confuses me. Probably because I try to understand everything and there's no way on earth that I could ever honestly do that.... Anyway, that was the end, thank you for reading, y'all are awesome.
~Katie :)
Starting with the people I know in real life. When I was eleven, I made friends with a girl named Christa and I called her my best friend and she called me her best friend. But she was also a compulsive liar who made up stories. I don't understand why people think they need to make up stories to be liked. I mean, even if people like you because of the stories you tell, they don't really like you, they like the you that you've made up. One week I just decided that I was going to see if she really did care about our friendship and I just waited for her to come over. She never did and our friendship just...ended. Looking back, I really could have handled that better. Also looking back...how in the world were 11-12 year olds so perverted?! I'm including her group of friends that I was involved in in this friend category.
Okay, I lied, there's going to be two groups of friends I know in real life. This one really hurts me, because I know I really screwed up in part of this. Shortly after my friendship with Christa ended, I made friends with a girl named Emily and shortly after that, we both made friends with Kayden. I mentioned them a lot in the blog I had before this one: The Heartbeat of the Mission I didn't know how to spell back then.... Anyway, I have trouble balancing hanging out with two friends at once. At least I did. I think I've gotten better at it. Actually, no, I haven't gotten better at it, I've just become a recluse, but that's beside the point. As I was saying, I wound up hanging out with Kayden more than Emily of course, that was also partially because I had a crush on him at the time, but that's beside the point, because I probably would have wound up hanging out with him more anyway. There have been times that I've wanted to tell her I'm sorry for that, but I don't know how. So, Emily, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry. By the way, Amanda in The Unnamed Legend was partially based off of you. And now, I barely speak to either Kayden or Emily. We've just drifted apart. However, Kayden and Emily are still friends...in a way. They're actually a couple. Take a moment to say "awww."
Now to my friends I've never met in real life. *sigh* This is going to be a lonnnnnng blog post. TO those of you who have read this far, thank you so much, that really does mean a lot to me. When I was 12/13, I entered into the world of Facebook, Fanfiction.net, and Howrse. I met AceTrace/Impossible Insomniac/Hannah, on Fanfiction.net, same with a girl named Emma. They were friends with a girl named Joy and one day, I was added to a group message on Facebook (back when they had messages and not just chat and the chat was deleted shortly after you closed the chat box...a long time ago) with Hannah, Emma and Joy. We were quickly almost inseparable friends. We wrote each other into stories, we talked to each other all day...yeah.... Hannah had a boyfriend named Donny, whom she loved. Or at least said she loved. Obviously she didn't, as she had a boyfriend named Donny. Anyway, they broke up twice and during one of these times, Joy was being especially insensitive, and well...she called me the B word, I told her I wasn't going to be friends with her and well, that ended that.
But, back to Donny and Hannah.... I had called them brother and sister and when they broke up, I felt like I was being forced to choose between them. Note: I was not actually ever told to choose between them, but it still felt like it. I wound up choosing Donny. It wasn't that hard a choice, as Hannah started going through a phase where everything was about her. Donny and I still talk, but Hannah and I barely speak.
Now, Emma and I...well, we're still/again friends....um...it's very complicated. She is now actually engaged to Donny, so that's...yeah...dating your ex friend's boyfriend...um, yeah, it's not that bad actually. But, her and I have had a history of being explosive. And it's only been within a few months ago that her and I have actually began talking, like seriously talking.
Donny and I have also had times where we barely talked. But he is my brother and if you didn't know better, you would think he was blood. There have been times when we've skyped and he's said something I almost said and vice versa.
But what really gets me is this: Why do some people come into your life, then leave? They come in, they bring their youtube videos, their jokes, their songs, books, movies, everything, then they leave...or you leave them? Why does that happen? And why do some people come into your life and stay? It honestly kind of confuses me. Probably because I try to understand everything and there's no way on earth that I could ever honestly do that.... Anyway, that was the end, thank you for reading, y'all are awesome.
~Katie :)
Friday, February 27, 2015
Choir
Life is like a Choir. We have our sopranos, our altos, tenors, basses, and everyone in the middle, plus lead.
In choir, the people who sing lead, sing the melody, they sing the part that everyone hears, or is supposed to hear. They are the leaders.
The sopranos hit the high notes, the rise above everyone else with their strong, high, sometimes operatic voices. They are the ones that carry others up.
The altos sing lower, but they blend so beautifully with everyone else and sometimes do back times. They are the ones who bring others together.
The tenors sing lower than the altos, but not as low as the basses. Their voices are high and low at the same time. They're similar to the altos, they bring others together.
Then there's the basses. Their strong and resonating voices bring out the soul in the music. They're those who push others to do brave things.
Then we have those who sing middle notes. They aren't sopranos, altos, tenors, basses, or even lead singers...but they have a part too. They fill up empty spaces and though sometimes their voices may go unnoticed, they are there. They're those who support others, and fill empty spaces in life.
What would happen though, if everyone sang the middle note in life? If everyone was just supporting and space filling? We would have no one to carry up, we would have no leaders, no one to bring others together or do brave, resonating things.
What if everyone sang the lead note in life? There would be a lot of head-butting, because there would be no altos or tenors to bring others together.
Everyone has their own "singing" part in life and though some people can sing more than one part, if they're trying to sing someone else's part, the whole song will sound funny, so embrace your own singing part in life.
~Katie :)
In choir, the people who sing lead, sing the melody, they sing the part that everyone hears, or is supposed to hear. They are the leaders.
The sopranos hit the high notes, the rise above everyone else with their strong, high, sometimes operatic voices. They are the ones that carry others up.
The altos sing lower, but they blend so beautifully with everyone else and sometimes do back times. They are the ones who bring others together.
The tenors sing lower than the altos, but not as low as the basses. Their voices are high and low at the same time. They're similar to the altos, they bring others together.
Then there's the basses. Their strong and resonating voices bring out the soul in the music. They're those who push others to do brave things.
Then we have those who sing middle notes. They aren't sopranos, altos, tenors, basses, or even lead singers...but they have a part too. They fill up empty spaces and though sometimes their voices may go unnoticed, they are there. They're those who support others, and fill empty spaces in life.
What would happen though, if everyone sang the middle note in life? If everyone was just supporting and space filling? We would have no one to carry up, we would have no leaders, no one to bring others together or do brave, resonating things.
What if everyone sang the lead note in life? There would be a lot of head-butting, because there would be no altos or tenors to bring others together.
Everyone has their own "singing" part in life and though some people can sing more than one part, if they're trying to sing someone else's part, the whole song will sound funny, so embrace your own singing part in life.
~Katie :)
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Acheiving
You know, I've been thinking...maybe there is no such thing as an overachiever. I get called an overachiever sometimes, because I'll get an assignment that was due on Friday, done on Tuesday and turn it in Wednesday morning. But what if I'm not really an overachiever?
I know what I'm capable of. I know what I can achieve. And if I go ahead and do what I know what I can achieve, aren't I achieving just right? The only way to overachieve would be if I achieved something I wasn't capable of achieving...which would be impossible, because it's something I'm not capable of achieving.
So, maybe, when you think about it, you're underachieving when you know what you COULD achieve, but decide NOT to achieve it or even to try it, because you're too lazy to, or because you think you'll get made fun of. There's no such thing as overachieving, only underachieving and just-right-achieving.
~Katie :)
I know what I'm capable of. I know what I can achieve. And if I go ahead and do what I know what I can achieve, aren't I achieving just right? The only way to overachieve would be if I achieved something I wasn't capable of achieving...which would be impossible, because it's something I'm not capable of achieving.
So, maybe, when you think about it, you're underachieving when you know what you COULD achieve, but decide NOT to achieve it or even to try it, because you're too lazy to, or because you think you'll get made fun of. There's no such thing as overachieving, only underachieving and just-right-achieving.
~Katie :)
Friday, February 6, 2015
Books
Those of you who know me, know I love books. When I was younger I did almost nothing but read books, climb trees, make things I read about from books....everything was books. I loved books. I still love books, but some things make it harder to actually sit down and read. Such as school. Anyway, I wanted to talk about books. Sort of.
Some books are absolutely wonderful. I always loved Alice in Wonderland. So whimsical, I suppose is what you would call it. I read it several times. I also read Little Women several times, as well as Eight Cousins, and the Little House on the Prairie books. I had read the first Chronicles of Narnia book by the time I was six. Well, actually, that depends on which book you're counting as the first. I read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I also read some books that couldn't exactly be classified as 'classics' of any type. I read The Boys Start the War and The Girls Get Even. The Girl With the Silver Eyes, Babysitting is a Dangerous Job, The Furthest Away Mountain, Dragon Rider, Boxcar Children, Twelve Candles Club.... Anything I could get my hands on. Anything.
I still read books. I read books like Sold and This Song Will Save Your Life. I still read the Chronicles of Narnia books and just recently I reread The Girl With the Silver Eyes. I just finished a book called Out of My Mind. I read books with titles like Tempest. Once. Unfortunately, in English, I'm reading a book called The Great Gatsby. Personally, I see nothing great about him at all.
I read Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Realistic, Romance, ANYTHING.
Some really good books I've read were: This Song Will Save Your Life, Out of My Mind, Thirteen Reasons Why, Because I Am Furniture. And those are just some I can remember the titles of. And do you know what every single one of those books is at least somewhat about? Bullies. In This Song Will Save Your Life, the main character is the butt of every joke and for some reason wants to be popular. There's one point where she tried to kill herself. Where did the title come from? She came across a warehouse 'night club' where she became a DJ. Out of My Mind is about a girl with cerebral palsy (as far as I know, the story isn't true.) She can't talk, she can't walk, but then she gets a device that she can bang on with her thumbs and write out what she wants to say, and it will say it for her. That's how she shows her smarts. She's so smart she's put in a "smart bee," but her 'team' leaves her behind at the last minute...they don't like her, because of how different she is, because they don't understand her. Thirteen Reasons Why is about a girl who kills herself. But, she leaves behind 7 cassette tapes, with thirteen of the sides recorded on, and these tapes get passed around to thirteen people, each side explaining to each person what effect they had on her decision to kill herself. Because I Am Furniture is one of the saddest ones, because it's about a girl who is abused in her own home.
Yes, I read sad books. I also read happy ones. But what I want to point out is that these books are popular. People read them. And do you know why? Why do people read any books? They read educational books to learn, funny books to laugh, but why sad books? Because they relate. And that makes me mad.
No one. NO ONE. Should ever have to relate to books like that. Why does these books sell? Why does everyone love them? Because they relate. And they shouldn't have to relate to books like that. And I know I just repeated myself, but it makes me so mad. There are people who bully and it's like they don't even stop to think, "Wait, this is a person too. I'm hurting another human." And what I don't understand is why.
Don't give me that crap about, "Their daddy isn't home," "They're hurt inside," "They're insecure," "They're just teasing." They choose how they act. Your daddy isn't home and they're hurt inside? Okay, so why make others hurt inside? You're insecure? Okay, do your best to make no one else feel insecure. You're just teasing? Are you my friend? No? You have no right to tease me. That is reserved for my family and friends...people who know not to cross the line.
Do your part....don't help add to the population of people who relate to sad books like that.
~Katie X(
Some books are absolutely wonderful. I always loved Alice in Wonderland. So whimsical, I suppose is what you would call it. I read it several times. I also read Little Women several times, as well as Eight Cousins, and the Little House on the Prairie books. I had read the first Chronicles of Narnia book by the time I was six. Well, actually, that depends on which book you're counting as the first. I read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I also read some books that couldn't exactly be classified as 'classics' of any type. I read The Boys Start the War and The Girls Get Even. The Girl With the Silver Eyes, Babysitting is a Dangerous Job, The Furthest Away Mountain, Dragon Rider, Boxcar Children, Twelve Candles Club.... Anything I could get my hands on. Anything.
I still read books. I read books like Sold and This Song Will Save Your Life. I still read the Chronicles of Narnia books and just recently I reread The Girl With the Silver Eyes. I just finished a book called Out of My Mind. I read books with titles like Tempest. Once. Unfortunately, in English, I'm reading a book called The Great Gatsby. Personally, I see nothing great about him at all.
I read Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Realistic, Romance, ANYTHING.
Some really good books I've read were: This Song Will Save Your Life, Out of My Mind, Thirteen Reasons Why, Because I Am Furniture. And those are just some I can remember the titles of. And do you know what every single one of those books is at least somewhat about? Bullies. In This Song Will Save Your Life, the main character is the butt of every joke and for some reason wants to be popular. There's one point where she tried to kill herself. Where did the title come from? She came across a warehouse 'night club' where she became a DJ. Out of My Mind is about a girl with cerebral palsy (as far as I know, the story isn't true.) She can't talk, she can't walk, but then she gets a device that she can bang on with her thumbs and write out what she wants to say, and it will say it for her. That's how she shows her smarts. She's so smart she's put in a "smart bee," but her 'team' leaves her behind at the last minute...they don't like her, because of how different she is, because they don't understand her. Thirteen Reasons Why is about a girl who kills herself. But, she leaves behind 7 cassette tapes, with thirteen of the sides recorded on, and these tapes get passed around to thirteen people, each side explaining to each person what effect they had on her decision to kill herself. Because I Am Furniture is one of the saddest ones, because it's about a girl who is abused in her own home.
Yes, I read sad books. I also read happy ones. But what I want to point out is that these books are popular. People read them. And do you know why? Why do people read any books? They read educational books to learn, funny books to laugh, but why sad books? Because they relate. And that makes me mad.
No one. NO ONE. Should ever have to relate to books like that. Why does these books sell? Why does everyone love them? Because they relate. And they shouldn't have to relate to books like that. And I know I just repeated myself, but it makes me so mad. There are people who bully and it's like they don't even stop to think, "Wait, this is a person too. I'm hurting another human." And what I don't understand is why.
Don't give me that crap about, "Their daddy isn't home," "They're hurt inside," "They're insecure," "They're just teasing." They choose how they act. Your daddy isn't home and they're hurt inside? Okay, so why make others hurt inside? You're insecure? Okay, do your best to make no one else feel insecure. You're just teasing? Are you my friend? No? You have no right to tease me. That is reserved for my family and friends...people who know not to cross the line.
Do your part....don't help add to the population of people who relate to sad books like that.
~Katie X(
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Achoo!
So, I've been sick. In fact, I missed school Monday and Tuesday. For those of you who know me well, you know that I do not miss school. Ever. Tuesday, I thought I'd be able to handle it, but...well...when we were on our way to school, I started coughing so hard I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even stop coughing.
I wound up staying at my cousin's house all day long, infecting her bed, sleeping with very few breaks. I feel sorry for all the people who tried to text me, although it was mostly one of my best friend's brother, Andy.
When I moved from Nowata, Andy and Zena (his sister, my best friend) were pretty much my best friends and recently, Andy got my number and BAM suddenly random texts about presidents. I believe his first text was something about John Adams.... So, now our main thing is to send each other lists of presidents, colors, historical people...anything. Oh, and animal noises. And Zena and I always text about...everything. Boys, how strange Andy is....Jasper. Everything. Man I miss her.
Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I was alive, not dead or gasping for air somewhere (yet).
~Katie :)
I wound up staying at my cousin's house all day long, infecting her bed, sleeping with very few breaks. I feel sorry for all the people who tried to text me, although it was mostly one of my best friend's brother, Andy.
When I moved from Nowata, Andy and Zena (his sister, my best friend) were pretty much my best friends and recently, Andy got my number and BAM suddenly random texts about presidents. I believe his first text was something about John Adams.... So, now our main thing is to send each other lists of presidents, colors, historical people...anything. Oh, and animal noises. And Zena and I always text about...everything. Boys, how strange Andy is....Jasper. Everything. Man I miss her.
Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I was alive, not dead or gasping for air somewhere (yet).
~Katie :)
Sunday, February 1, 2015
November 18, 2015
What's so important about that date? That is the date I turn 18. That is the date I magically turn into an adult and take on all the responsibilities of adulthood. Suddenly, I'm going to be deemed responsible enough, old enough, to buy knives, guns, and ciggarettes on my own. Suddenly, I'm going to be deemed old enough to vote on who I want running my country. Suddenly I'm responsible enough to work in the meat/deli section of store.
What's so magical about the age 18? When I turned sixteen after being fifteen, I still freaked out happily over a new knife or seeing something involving one of my fandoms out in public. I still google searched strange things to use in my books. I still read books from the children AND YA section of the library. Same goes for when I turned seventeen after being sixteen. Of course, I'm so out of it sometimes that I still almost tell people that I'm fifteen.
Of course, things that happened while I was sixteen was that I got a job. I was introduced to 'Doctor Who,' and a wonderful time waster known as Netflix. I got my first actual paycheck, while beforehand, when I was a mopper/janitor person I'd been paid out of my employer's pocket. I got my first check stubs. I built a little box/chest that I absolutely love. It even has a lock. Which I rarely use. I met my cousin who was born on my birthday for the first time. I went to four different camps in one summer.
And well, I suppose not much has happened since I turned seventeen, seeing as I've only been seventeen for a few months.... But different things will happen.
When I was little and envisioned myself at age twelve, I saw myself as super mature, almost adult, calm, cool collected.... Haha, yeah. No. And I'm sure that's not going to happen when I turn eighteen either. I'm still going to be me, am I not? And 'me' is still going to like the same things she does, is she not? There was a little girl that once said something about how you're all ages at once. When you're sick and tired and want your mommy to hold you, you're six (that's me right now.) And she listed so many of those, but I don't remember them all and can't find them on youtube.
I guess my main point right now is this; Okay, so I'll be 18. It doesn't mean I'll really be any more mature or responsible than I am now...but I guess I might as well try.
~Katie :)
P.S. Honestly, the whole idea makes me feel rather sick.
What's so magical about the age 18? When I turned sixteen after being fifteen, I still freaked out happily over a new knife or seeing something involving one of my fandoms out in public. I still google searched strange things to use in my books. I still read books from the children AND YA section of the library. Same goes for when I turned seventeen after being sixteen. Of course, I'm so out of it sometimes that I still almost tell people that I'm fifteen.
Of course, things that happened while I was sixteen was that I got a job. I was introduced to 'Doctor Who,' and a wonderful time waster known as Netflix. I got my first actual paycheck, while beforehand, when I was a mopper/janitor person I'd been paid out of my employer's pocket. I got my first check stubs. I built a little box/chest that I absolutely love. It even has a lock. Which I rarely use. I met my cousin who was born on my birthday for the first time. I went to four different camps in one summer.
And well, I suppose not much has happened since I turned seventeen, seeing as I've only been seventeen for a few months.... But different things will happen.
When I was little and envisioned myself at age twelve, I saw myself as super mature, almost adult, calm, cool collected.... Haha, yeah. No. And I'm sure that's not going to happen when I turn eighteen either. I'm still going to be me, am I not? And 'me' is still going to like the same things she does, is she not? There was a little girl that once said something about how you're all ages at once. When you're sick and tired and want your mommy to hold you, you're six (that's me right now.) And she listed so many of those, but I don't remember them all and can't find them on youtube.
I guess my main point right now is this; Okay, so I'll be 18. It doesn't mean I'll really be any more mature or responsible than I am now...but I guess I might as well try.
~Katie :)
P.S. Honestly, the whole idea makes me feel rather sick.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Who Am I?
No, this isn't me not knowing who I am, this is me wondering if you know who I am. To the librarian on the third floor of the library, I am a shy, reserved young lady, who gets curious about things, loves to read almost anything, and rarely if ever makes a disturbance in the library. To my family, however, I'm the girl who either never shuts up or spends too much time reading or on her phone.... To the people at school, I'm that weird girl who has a weird sense of style and a weird idea of fun and weird opinions. So, what, or rather who, does that make me? Am I the weird girl, quiet girl, or too talkative/too involved with my books and phone girl?
I'm the same girl everywhere I go. I still like to read. I still dislike the color pink. I still love writing. I still believe that abortion is murder. I still consider the same people my best friends. I still have the same opinions. So, am I a different girl, or still the same girl?
When I'm alone in my room, I'll talk to myself or just write/draw/read quietly. Sometimes I'll sing. I'll watch a movie. I'll work out. I'll play piano. I'll play on facebook. When my violin gets its E string fixed, I'll play it as well. I'll wonder things like what I'm about to post on facebook. I'll clean my room. I'll organize it. I'll pick out an outfit for the next day. Or I'll just run through a mental list of all the clothing I own and pick out an outfit from that.
Do any of these girls sound the same? Maybe partially. But despite all the differences, they're all me.
~Katie :)
I'm the same girl everywhere I go. I still like to read. I still dislike the color pink. I still love writing. I still believe that abortion is murder. I still consider the same people my best friends. I still have the same opinions. So, am I a different girl, or still the same girl?
When I'm alone in my room, I'll talk to myself or just write/draw/read quietly. Sometimes I'll sing. I'll watch a movie. I'll work out. I'll play piano. I'll play on facebook. When my violin gets its E string fixed, I'll play it as well. I'll wonder things like what I'm about to post on facebook. I'll clean my room. I'll organize it. I'll pick out an outfit for the next day. Or I'll just run through a mental list of all the clothing I own and pick out an outfit from that.
Do any of these girls sound the same? Maybe partially. But despite all the differences, they're all me.
~Katie :)
Monday, January 26, 2015
They See Me Rollin' They Hatin'!
Honestly, I don't particularly care for the song that came from, but I was rollin' earlier. Rollerblading that is. I went rollerblading because today is just all around a fantastic day. Warm and wonderful. I have loved today. Sorrowfully, I have had to spend way too much time inside at school. There is a good reason not to go to school.
Anyway, I went rollerblading and ran into two little boys (not literally ran into though,) and one of them asked me if my parents knew I was out there and we ended our conversation with him telling me to be careful. It was so funny and awesome.
~Katie :)
Anyway, I went rollerblading and ran into two little boys (not literally ran into though,) and one of them asked me if my parents knew I was out there and we ended our conversation with him telling me to be careful. It was so funny and awesome.
~Katie :)
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Differences
So, I've been thinking, and also reading one of my friend's blogs and it just made me think.... It's kind of funny, because we're both so much alike, but our blogging styles are different. Hers is "Through the Eyes of the Narnian Queen," on the side bar of my blog. Her blog, not her style.
But see, our styles are different too. Her style includes posting on her blog once a week (I think,) mine includes posting whenever I do so desire. I often have mini rants and sometimes go into detail about what's happening in my life. She often goes into detail about what's happening in her life, and also does movie reviews. I don't really do movie reviews.
I just kind of thought it was funny. Two people 3-4 years apart in age, yet our blogging is so different. Of course, if you read my blog from 3-4 years ago, my blogging style is different. Maybe it just has to do with age? Who knows. Well, other than God. He knows everything.
And because I forgot to share this earlier: Here is my new song Everything is Changing
~Katie :)
But see, our styles are different too. Her style includes posting on her blog once a week (I think,) mine includes posting whenever I do so desire. I often have mini rants and sometimes go into detail about what's happening in my life. She often goes into detail about what's happening in her life, and also does movie reviews. I don't really do movie reviews.
I just kind of thought it was funny. Two people 3-4 years apart in age, yet our blogging is so different. Of course, if you read my blog from 3-4 years ago, my blogging style is different. Maybe it just has to do with age? Who knows. Well, other than God. He knows everything.
And because I forgot to share this earlier: Here is my new song Everything is Changing
~Katie :)
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Backwards Thinking
I am a Christian. I am going to Heaven. God loves me no matter what. Considering the last statement I just made, I can therefore make this statement: because God loves me no matter what, it doesn't matter what I do to others, especially people who do not claim to have the love of God surrounding them.
I am not a Christian. Honestly, I have no idea where I'm going. Maybe just in the ground, but maybe Hell if Christians are right. Considering the way I am treated by Christians, God is an unfeeling being who cares not for my feelings. Considering the last statement I made, I can therefore make this statement: Because there is either not a God or an unfeeling God who doesn't care, I can do whatever I want and there will never be any negative consequences.
I am a Christian. I am going to Heaven. God loves me no matter what. The Bible tells me to love others and do unto them whatever I want them to do to me. This includes people that may or may not treat me right. Because of the last two statements, I can make another statement that would be just as true: God wants me to love others. This includes those who do not claim to have the love of God surrounding them.
I am not a Christian. I am either going to Hell or just in the ground after I die. Considering the way I am treated by Christians, and the things I've heard of in the Bible, the people who claim to be Christians may or may not be true Christians.
If God is love and God commands his people to be love, why would his people ever ever treat other people, especially those who do not have Jesus in their life, like they're worth less than nothing? Why would anyone who claims to be a Christian abuse, misuse, or bully another human, without thinking about the feelings of the person they are hurting? And why do no adults try to help? Especially the adults who claim to be Christians?
It's called bullying. Whether the person being bullied says that it's bullying or not, God has laid out something to help people understand better what they should and shouldn't do to others. In one very simple verse. Luke 6:31.
~Katie :|
I am not a Christian. Honestly, I have no idea where I'm going. Maybe just in the ground, but maybe Hell if Christians are right. Considering the way I am treated by Christians, God is an unfeeling being who cares not for my feelings. Considering the last statement I made, I can therefore make this statement: Because there is either not a God or an unfeeling God who doesn't care, I can do whatever I want and there will never be any negative consequences.
I am a Christian. I am going to Heaven. God loves me no matter what. The Bible tells me to love others and do unto them whatever I want them to do to me. This includes people that may or may not treat me right. Because of the last two statements, I can make another statement that would be just as true: God wants me to love others. This includes those who do not claim to have the love of God surrounding them.
I am not a Christian. I am either going to Hell or just in the ground after I die. Considering the way I am treated by Christians, and the things I've heard of in the Bible, the people who claim to be Christians may or may not be true Christians.
If God is love and God commands his people to be love, why would his people ever ever treat other people, especially those who do not have Jesus in their life, like they're worth less than nothing? Why would anyone who claims to be a Christian abuse, misuse, or bully another human, without thinking about the feelings of the person they are hurting? And why do no adults try to help? Especially the adults who claim to be Christians?
It's called bullying. Whether the person being bullied says that it's bullying or not, God has laid out something to help people understand better what they should and shouldn't do to others. In one very simple verse. Luke 6:31.
And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise. KJV
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you NIV
Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you; then grab the initiative and do it for them! The Message
Treat others as you want them to treat you. The Living Bible
And as you desire that men should do to you, do to them likewise. Jubilee Bible.Need more be listed? Five different translations, yet they all pass along the same message. If you are the Christian, you are the example. If the world sees you acting like the world, they will think that you are no different from them. They will think that there is no reason for them to become Christians...because Christians are no different. And when they think they way it was shown in the first paragraph...they are 100% correct.
~Katie :|
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