Thanksgiving isn't That Hard to Do

A few people have informed me that they think facebook has overtaken my blog. I am THRILLED to inform you that this is not so. I still thoroughly plan on blogging as often as possible, however, with Christmas approaching, it’s getting busier and busier.

Yes, Christmas. I said it. CHRISTmas. Jesus is the reason for the season. I don’t know who all’s reading this right now. You may or may not all be Christians. It doesn’t matter to me from a writer-reader point of view. But it does as a Christian-nonbeliever point of view. Please, just remember: Jesus loves you more than anyone. He would die for you. And he did.

Allow me to explain the title of this post quickly and painlessly: be thankful and give what you have to those who need it. Some people really don't have enough.

As this holiday season approaches, food is certainly emphasized quite a bit. Who can blame us? We LOVE food! I love food. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me, almost. But for some, this huge emphasis on food must be like rubbing it in their faces. Some families are not as lucky. Please, donate food or money to those who truly need it. Make someone else’s Thanksgiving or Christmas special.

Speaking of which…

I’m going to talk a bit about my Thanksgiving, so if you simply don’t care, feel free to skip to the next paragraph. I’ve always seen Thanksgiving as a very depressing holiday. You see, there is no chocolate on Thanksgiving. On every holiday, there is chocolate. And none are as epic fail-y as Thanksgiving because of the lack of chocolate. So this year, I decided to do something a bit different. I’m making chocolate cheesecake for Thanksgiving! I think it’s a wonderful contribution, personally. And I am excited to make it. Fun times, fun times.

Anyway, in the days ahead, be thankful. That is, after all, what Thanksgiving’s all about.

Have a willing Wednesday.

Let it Glee. 

A Little Hope

Alright, guys. I had to write a poem for Social Studies class. I'll be turning it in tomorrow, but I wanted to post it. I wrote this in about 10 minutes:
Words spill out across this page
Placing hope in newborn rage.
My escape, my guilty pleasure
Rushed at once, not measure by measure.
Pen and paper is the cure
Of the emotions I endure.
Every hardship is defined
With simple tools and an able mind.
Writing is boundless, that's the way
I write new things every day.
Joy and grief, romance and doom
All included in stories that loom
Over us like stars so bright-
Bits of hope on a dreary night.

What do you think? I guess I can write poetry.
Sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER. Hope you liked my poem!
Have a ticklish Tuesday. (HA! wow I really went out there on this one...)
Let it Glee.

Let's Light up this City

Flint has been made out to be many things, good not normally turning out to be one of them. I love it here, but still understand where people are coming from. Yes, there is crime. Yes, there is fighting and pain and killings. 
But- isn't that everywhere? 
Just because Flint has had more publicity for its crime rate, does that make it worse than all the other places?
Don't answer that. Just think it through.
People can fix Flint, if they really think there's something to be fixed. Most likely, they're the problem. I don't say things like, "OMG, the people in Flint are so terrible." Because, its about time people realized that they're not. And the ones that think we are are really the problem!!
We can light up this city. We can show people that we're not as cruel as they think we are. We can proudly say, "Yeah, I'm from Flint. And yeah. I like it there." Just make sure its true.
Something I've been living by a lot lately is "the glass is half full." If you keep a positive outlook, things you see will be positive. 
Remember that.
Sorry I didn't post at all this week, things are getting really busy.
I still love you guys, don't worry.
Have a freaky Friday.
Let it Glee.

The 13th Year

This week, (technically yesterday), I turned 13. Thank goodness. I'm finally done with those dramatic preteen years and get to move on to those dramatic teen years. A lot has happened, so let me fill you in:
Friday, I went dress-shopping with my dad. I got this gorgeous purple dress with layers and this sweet silver necklace. I also got fluffy black earrings from Forever 21. Getting a dress for my birthday is a tradition my father and I have, and truly one of my favorites.
Saturday morning, I rolled out of bed at like 7, unable to sleep any longer. I'm still that little 5-year-old who runs out of bed and goes downstairs to see the presents on Christmas Day. I got a CHI pro hair dryer (which I wanted) and a sweet Conair straightener which I also wanted. I also got a Webkinz, which I need so I can, one day, give my account to my children. Also: a facebook. Life is good.
A while later, my old friends from Ohio came down for my birthday and they hung out for a little while. They got me Sing It! for the wii, which I've been wanting, and also Sing It! Pop Version for the Wii, which is just a higher version. They brought extremely fabulous cake and themselves. I love them so much, they seriously rock. I miss them, and am hoping we get to get together as we always do for New Year's.
After they left, I went shopping with my mom at some of my favorite stores.
Including Middle Earth, where I got: cupcake band-aids (YES!), one of those cool head-massagers, Fudge Flies, Emergency chocolate, and a passion stone.
Yes, a passion stone. I'm a passionate person; I fight for what I want and feel for what I don't. Every emotion I have is probably tossed out of whack somehow by my passion. Oh well. After a while, you grow used to it.
Then today, I had my family party, where everybody brought presents (AMAZING PRESENTS) and Chad brought cake. Chad is my cousin, by the way. He works at this ice cream place... Brought me some ice cream cake. It was truly divine.
Thank you guys for the gifts and your support on this blog and life.
Almost forgot to mention. Last night (was it really only last night?) there was a dance. Now I'm happy. I love dances. Please connect the dots, I'm terrible at spelling it out for you. This was my first dance, by the way. So yeah. I'm extremely into them right now.
And for Flint happenings...
As usual, the Flint clean-up trucks are coming around to pick up your leaves out of the street. This is happening any day now, so rake your leaves into the street, people! Just because nobody enjoys raking snow-caked leaves.
That's all for now.
Thanks again to anyone who wished me a happy birthday, or made my day special.
That means you.
I love you all sooooo much!
Let it Glee.

When Pigs Fly

A while back, people like me were obsessed with this saying: "People once said a black man would be President when pigs fly. One month into Obama's presidency, swine flew."
Yes, I am fully aware that this is the cheesiest saying you've ever heard. Calm down. It's one of my favorites for a few reasons. Number one, I adore play on words. Like, when you use homophones or homographs or whatever. They're the cleverest things ever to me. Secondly, I had been waiting forever for Obama to get sworn in. This was because I think the best President needs to be one who's been spoken out against. One who's faced injustice.
This could be anyone who's treated unfair because of their race, religion, etc. I absolutely adore people who are different. I'm so biased toward them, it's not even funny. That's why I stand where I do on the whole "Twilight" episode. I'm hoping this passes, to be honest. The books were good, though.
I'm getting off track. That's a whole nother post.
I was talking about Obama. Whoops. That's strange, since this post was supposed to be about swine flu.
Anyway, to finish up on Obama (I don't do things halfway), he is amazing. I'm so glad he won, instead of that *shudders* other woman. I'm a die-hard, knock-you-off-your-feet, sway you with the facts Democrat. Sorry, Republican readers, but I love saying it. Standards? LOVE IT! Obama? LOVE HIM! The other people (Palin, Hillary *shudders*)? Not so much.
Getting back to swine...
People are so sick at our school. Even I've been dealing with coughing and stuff. (Though for me, it's just my allergies). Three of my friends have been out all week so far, and they even had a long weekend to heal up. I'm starting to get concerned they really do have swine, and I haven't just been saying that to be annoying. Two of three of them aren't sure... One of three of them I haven't investigated enough...
I miss them all so much. They need to all come back and give me five good reasons they chose this week to be sick.
So, anyway, wash your hands, use lots of sanitizer, and do all the stuff I normally tune out but already do out of habit.
I have to finish up here.
Sorry it was such an outspoken post. If you didn't like it, don't worry. But don't write me mean comments. Because I cannot be swayed. I'm like a stubborn mule when it comes to this. Except, you know, kind of smarter than your average mule, and don't have four legs (I promise, ask my mom), and don't necessarily enjoy eating out of people's hands. But if you wash them, assuring me I won't get swine, it will definitely be more tempting.
Have a wishful Wednesday!
And, as always,
Let it Glee.