Halloween

I don't know why, but halloween is just kind of suckish this year.  I'm not getting excited about it like usual...  I'm not even going to dress up and go trick or treating, because I couldn't think of anything to be.  And usually I have at least 5 different ideas.  They just all seem stupid this year.  (Ok, they're stupid every other year too.  I tend to like quirky costumes.)  It's the first time I've ever been apathetic about halloween.  I guess its gonna be my boring holiday this year.  Last year, sadly enough, it was my birthday.  No one ever remembers my birthday, because it's randomly in the middle of July.  It's kind of depressing.  What was I talking about again?  Oh yeah, halloween.  I still don't really know what I'm doing.  I have some tenative plans, but my mom won't let me do anything unless she has more information.  So I sort of have a feeling it's not going to end up working. :(

I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood.  I'm just randomly disliking everything right now.  And I've been very very emotional lately.  That probably is what this is coming from.  Why am I still talking?  I have nothing left to say.  Goodbye.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

No, those Z's aren't me sleeping.  I am lamenting the terrible fate of my Z key.  It fell off.  I have the key, but it isn't attached to my keyboard.   I have this depressing hole in the middle of all my keys.  :( 

Does anyone know a better way to fix this than superglue?  I'm reluctant to use super glue in case it messes up something... And that would suck.

Another exciting Sunday.....

Well, today was fairly boring again.  Well, actually, earlier tonight, I was playing with this little boy.. His name is Zander (His full name's Alexander, but Zander is his nickname. Along with handsome.)  He is about 9 months old, and really really cute.  He was bouncing up and down, and doing that thing that babies do when they get tired.  He'd kind of nestle against me, and then remember that he didn't want to sleep, and startle himself awake.  He ended up falling asleep on my lap though.  It was adorable!

Also, I was messing with this other little boy earlier this afternoon... He was pretty cute, I believe his name was Jake.  He was 5 (at least that's what he told me.)  I was playing with him, and my little sister, Rachel, was messing w/ his little sister.  We actually end up doing that a lot.  Rach will gravitate toward the cute, bubbly little kid, and I find myself paying way more attention to her (or his) older, often ignored sibling.  Who adores me, because I give them personal attention, not just the leftovers.  I always feel bad for the older kid.  Probably because I was like that.  

On that cheery note, good night everybody! (Even though I'm planning on staying awake for awhile.... whatever.)

Ashley-

Ashley, you're awesome.  I love that you always comment on everyone's blog, with no fear of being seen as a stalker.  

Also, everybody else, I was just kind of wondering.  I've heard from a couple people that they are like this too.  Like, I read everyone's blogs, but I rarely comment.  And yet, I want other people to comment on mine.  I think we should just comment more because everyone likes to get comments (correct me if I'm wrong).  I think we like the recognition.  So, yeah, comment everybody! :)

Prop. 8

Well, I just got back from my youth group.  We had a really interesting discussion about prop. 8.  And just homosexuality in general.  It was a good discussion, the kind you can only have in groups like ours.  We all have a couple common beliefs, and we respect each other.  So we could disagree, and not yell at each other, and not cut each other off (too much).  It was tense, but not in a bad way, necessarily. 

I suppose I should start from the beginning.  Before we officially started, (Um.. Lets just use initials, because I know that some of the people I'm going to talk about don't really want this stuff on the Internet.) So, H, asked our youth director how she was going to vote on prop. 8.  She very nicely evaded the question by giving a generic "I don't know" and moving on to the devotion.  And here is a quote from the devotion that really spoke to me, at least.

"In this verse, God is basically saying through the apostle Paul, 'Hey, why don't we stop judging each other.  Instead, let's do all that we can to get along... regardless of our differences!' "

I put a box around that and then wrote next to it "aka: vote no on prop. 8" and passed it to the people by me.  They said I should bring it up, so I did, and then felt really stupid for awhile 'cause I had nothing else to say about it really.  I just noticed a similarity.  But then H went off.  You see, he's bi, and also has very strong opinions about everything.  So he gets really into discussions like this.  Also, all of us (meaning, all of us on the side of the room that agreed that homosexuality isn't a sin) know he's bi, but our youth director and another girl, A, don't know.  And they were the main people on the other side.

Basically, there was much argument, and a lot of H and A going at it.  (They don't get along anyway.)  Also, sometimes our youth director, or one of us would chime in as well.  I was kind of a translator, whenever H didn't quite complete his thoughts, or they didn't make sense to anyone else, I would rephrase them.

Now, the rest of this is just me.  After this discussion, I just ended up confused.  I still believe the government shouldn't say who people can marry, but I don't know what's right, like from a Christian perspective.  If God is love, then why is it a sin to love someone of the same sex? Is it a sin?

I pretty much reached the conclusion that God is schizophrenic.  And I don't really know if I'm joking or not.  There are so many different views of him.  Is he merciful and loving? Or is he condemning and just?  Because those two don't mesh very well.  At least, not where this issue is concerned.  At least, not to me.  

Does anyone know?  Does anyone even know what I'm talking about, or am I just the crazy one?  Comment please!

Meh

Once again, Please don't read this.  I sound profoundly stupid.  And I say nothing interesting.  If you would like me to say something interesting, talk to me when I'm more awake.  Bleh.  I wish I could sleep.

I can't sleep.  I still don't have anything interesting to say (at least that I'm willing to let the whole class see), but I decided to blog anyway.  Well, today, I had church... I sang (my church has choir for the high-schoolers), so I had to get up at 6:30.  That was no fun, especially since I had been up until midnight the night before. (You better not apologize, I knew I was gonna have to get up.) And then the high school led Sunday School.  Which started off terribly, we weren't coordinated at all, but it worked out.  I played duck duck goose with some of the littler kids.  That was fun, except I sucked majorly because I had a skirt on, 'cause I had sung.  So the kids, of course, constantly picked me.  Then I went home with my friends Eliysha and Marissa(different Marissa, this one goes to Leigh), hung out at Eliysha's house for awhile, went to this one lady's house.  She's one of the older people in the church, but not obnoxious and close-minded like most of the old ladies, so I like her.  Plus, she lets us (the youth group) come hang out in her back yard sometimes, and she has an amazing backyard.  She's got a pizza oven and this really pretty garden, and a fountain, and a cage with like 20 or 30 little birds and her backyard is also bigger than my entire house.  Basically, if I could, I would totally steal her backyard.  After being at her house, then I came home.  Did my other pointless blog post.  Took a nap.  Read the chapters in To Kill a Mockingbird.  Went on facebook, talked to some people.  And now I'm just doing this pointless blog post.  Sooner or later, I should have something to write about.  I have stuff now, but it would be weird to be like gushing about my personal life on my blog.  I just do that to my friends.  So, yeah, that's it.  Please ignore everything I said. I sound stupid when I'm bored and have nothing better to do.

Don't read this. No, honestly, it's just a waste of your time.

Why on earth did you click on this? I told you not to read it.  Although, as long as your here, I might as well continue my random, wandering thoughts. 

Freddie is my pet turtle. Actually, he's a Russian tortoise.  And really, he's a girl, but we thought he was a boy when we got him, and we're just in the habit of calling him a he, so to us, he's a boy.  Poor gender confused turtle.  Anyway, I'm just sitting here, watching him try and climb up the glass of his tank, and it's not working.  It's rather pitiful, and I keep saving him from falling over, but then he just goes back to the exact same spot.  He's not the brightest turtle.  I feel bad for him though.  I feel like there ought to be some profound, deep connection I could make to my life, but it's just purposely evading me.  So I have really nothing to say, I was kind of hoping it would come to me while I was writing, but it just seems to be slipping further and further away.  

I apologize for the crappiness of this post.  I'll try to make up for it later.