While looking for something to write about, I got many ideas from Josh. The title he suggested was, "Snake vs. Cake", and I should write about which I like better. While I try and decide, I'll tell you about this awesome thing that happened today.
Science Alive came to my school today. They brought: a chinchilla, 9-banded armadillo, American alligator, Springhaas, and best of all, a Burmese python.
Fun fact: I love snakes. I love the way they move, and smell with their tongues, and kill their prey. I love how they feel, all silky-ish with their scales. Snakes are, by far, the coolest animals. They're extremely.. I can't even think of a good enough adjective for them. The snakes they brought will grow up to 400 lbs. They may one day eat deer. A snake. Are you KIDDING ME? To me, that was extreme.
I guess I should also talk about cake, hence the title. I wonder if a snake would eat a cake. I wonder if they could swallow a 9-tier-glory. Probably, if it was big enough. The snake, not the cake.
I want some cake.
I also want more snakes in Flint. I don't think I've ever seen a snake in the wild in Flint. Yes, Josh, I know. "You haven't?" Shut up, I haven't.
I have to finish this up, English class is almost over.
But no lie, I really do want some cake. I'm starved.
Have a freaking great Friday.
Let it Glee.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Praying for Bethany
Cancer has had a huge influence on many lives, mine not the least of all. Two of my grandparents have died from cancer, and people around me have had it. My favorite babysitter in the world has, as well as a little girl I know named Bethany.
Her story is an inspiring one. Today, she's three years old. Her parents used to be the childrens' pastors at our church. She has two older sisters, though neither of them are all that old.
Bethany has cancer.
She's been undergoing treatment for a couple years. Pretty much as long as she's lived, basically. But.. she's not going to be living for very much longer.
This 3-year-old baby girl has it worse than I do. There's this thing called Survivor's Guilt. I'm dealing with quite a bit of it. I've seen more of the world and things around me than she has. And yet.. She's the one going to Heaven.
It's not fair. Not at all. I really do hate it. I knew this girl. I've held her as a baby, and played with her as a toddler. I love her a lot, though I barely even know her.
It's not looking all that optimistic. Although, I always try and be an optimist...
So I'm going to ask you to pray. Pray for Bethany and her family. If we have any faith at all.. Well, there's chance of a miracle.
Pray also for Flint, and for those without shelter as the nights stay freezing.
It's not all bad. I promise.
Have a thrifty Thursday, and grab the deals while they're hot. LOL sorry. I'm not that wonderful at this anymore.
Let it Glee.
Her story is an inspiring one. Today, she's three years old. Her parents used to be the childrens' pastors at our church. She has two older sisters, though neither of them are all that old.
Bethany has cancer.
She's been undergoing treatment for a couple years. Pretty much as long as she's lived, basically. But.. she's not going to be living for very much longer.
This 3-year-old baby girl has it worse than I do. There's this thing called Survivor's Guilt. I'm dealing with quite a bit of it. I've seen more of the world and things around me than she has. And yet.. She's the one going to Heaven.
It's not fair. Not at all. I really do hate it. I knew this girl. I've held her as a baby, and played with her as a toddler. I love her a lot, though I barely even know her.
It's not looking all that optimistic. Although, I always try and be an optimist...
So I'm going to ask you to pray. Pray for Bethany and her family. If we have any faith at all.. Well, there's chance of a miracle.
Pray also for Flint, and for those without shelter as the nights stay freezing.
It's not all bad. I promise.
Have a thrifty Thursday, and grab the deals while they're hot. LOL sorry. I'm not that wonderful at this anymore.
Let it Glee.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Love: A Many Splendid Thing
I'm 13. Each year, I learn and grow a bit more. Last year, I learned much.
I learned how to defend myself in a self-defense class with my mom and cousins.
I learned what it's like to have one of your best friends in the whole world ripped away from you, halfway across the country.
I learned that sometimes people actually care about my life, and are interested in reading what I have to say.
I learned to be grateful for the opportunities that present themselves to me, sometimes they're a long way in between.
I learned how to move on.
But more than anything else, I learned of love.
Love is many things. It's a noun, a verb, can be used as an adjective (lovely), and it's a feeling. Love love love.
I love several things. I love my family, in the way that I would never want to hurt or damage my relationships with any of them. They mean so much to me. Family is the one group of people that, whether they want to or not, cannot truly leave you. They're the ones your around more than others, the ones that you have to be able to talk to. If you can't talk to your family, you can't talk to many people.
Right next to family is friends. I have friends, but then I have friends. A true friend is the one that's there when nobody else will answer their phone. They'll gush with you and cry with you, defend you, and know exactly what you need to hear. Plus, they'll tell you what you need to hear. Friends have a very important role in a person's life, almost as much as family.
I love the little people that make me laugh. The "not-quite-friends, not-quite-dating" people.
Yes. I said it. Dating.
Many, many, many people say 13-15 is too young to date. It's been a topic in my house lately, and I'm sure it has been elsewhere also, with Valentine's Day fast approaching. I disagree with the previous statement. I'll explain why, don't worry.
Love is just a friendship, caught on fire. (*coughs* shoutouts to M *coughs*) No matter what people say, I will never ever agree that somebody is too young to try out love. It's one of those things, for me. I feel strongly about this, more than almost anything else.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love. And be loved in return. (property of Moulin Rouge *the movie)
Let's give Flint a little love, yeah? Stop the hate.
I love you.
Have a wicked awesome Valentine's Day.
Let it Glee.
I learned how to defend myself in a self-defense class with my mom and cousins.
I learned what it's like to have one of your best friends in the whole world ripped away from you, halfway across the country.
I learned that sometimes people actually care about my life, and are interested in reading what I have to say.
I learned to be grateful for the opportunities that present themselves to me, sometimes they're a long way in between.
I learned how to move on.
But more than anything else, I learned of love.
Love is many things. It's a noun, a verb, can be used as an adjective (lovely), and it's a feeling. Love love love.
I love several things. I love my family, in the way that I would never want to hurt or damage my relationships with any of them. They mean so much to me. Family is the one group of people that, whether they want to or not, cannot truly leave you. They're the ones your around more than others, the ones that you have to be able to talk to. If you can't talk to your family, you can't talk to many people.
Right next to family is friends. I have friends, but then I have friends. A true friend is the one that's there when nobody else will answer their phone. They'll gush with you and cry with you, defend you, and know exactly what you need to hear. Plus, they'll tell you what you need to hear. Friends have a very important role in a person's life, almost as much as family.
I love the little people that make me laugh. The "not-quite-friends, not-quite-dating" people.
Yes. I said it. Dating.
Many, many, many people say 13-15 is too young to date. It's been a topic in my house lately, and I'm sure it has been elsewhere also, with Valentine's Day fast approaching. I disagree with the previous statement. I'll explain why, don't worry.
Love is just a friendship, caught on fire. (*coughs* shoutouts to M *coughs*) No matter what people say, I will never ever agree that somebody is too young to try out love. It's one of those things, for me. I feel strongly about this, more than almost anything else.
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love. And be loved in return. (property of Moulin Rouge *the movie)
Let's give Flint a little love, yeah? Stop the hate.
I love you.
Have a wicked awesome Valentine's Day.
Let it Glee.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Eye of the Storm
Things are getting a little crazy.
It's been an intense week, which is why I haven't written much. But there was one really cool thing I did this week, kinda having to do with Flint, kinda not.
Actually, in reality, it happened in Frankenmuth.
I'll back up a bit, for my reader's sakes..
I MADE A CAKE. That's right. It was sweet, too.. I'll attach some pictures. Sweet, isn't it? I loved it. We actually got fondant for the bottom layer, and then the cake on top of that was covered in cream cheese frosting. It was one of the yummiest things I have ever eaten, not to brag. There was chocolate on the bottom and yellow cake on the top. Both were astounding.
Then, my lovely family came over, and we went to see the ice fest in Frankenmuth. It was quite fun, though I pretty much froze my butt off.
The ice sculptors did an amazing job. Seriously, they carved like.. teardrops into faces. It was awesome. The snow carvers were good too, one group carved all these little scales on a dragon..
Seeing things like that give me hope for the world. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's the fact that people still haven't stopped being creative. As long as we have our creativity, we're okay.
That applies even to Flint. I've visited the museums and restaurants here. We haven't stopped being creative and artistic any more that the rest of the world has.
This is a VERY good thing. There's hope, even for us people of Flint. Sure, sometimes things seem dismal and ridiculously ridiculous. But it will get better.
We're only going up from here.
Have a thrashin' Thursday.
Let it Glee.
It's been an intense week, which is why I haven't written much. But there was one really cool thing I did this week, kinda having to do with Flint, kinda not.
Actually, in reality, it happened in Frankenmuth.
I'll back up a bit, for my reader's sakes..
Then, my lovely family came over, and we went to see the ice fest in Frankenmuth. It was quite fun, though I pretty much froze my butt off.
The ice sculptors did an amazing job. Seriously, they carved like.. teardrops into faces. It was awesome. The snow carvers were good too, one group carved all these little scales on a dragon..
Seeing things like that give me hope for the world. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's the fact that people still haven't stopped being creative. As long as we have our creativity, we're okay.
That applies even to Flint. I've visited the museums and restaurants here. We haven't stopped being creative and artistic any more that the rest of the world has.
This is a VERY good thing. There's hope, even for us people of Flint. Sure, sometimes things seem dismal and ridiculously ridiculous. But it will get better.
We're only going up from here.
Have a thrashin' Thursday.
Let it Glee.
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