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God Math

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 00:59:07 GMT

If a = b, and b=c, then a=c.

If God=Love, and 1 John 4:18, then "There is no fear in(/with) (God). But (the) perfect (God) drives out all fear, because fear has to do with punishment("torment", Satan). The one who fears (is tormented, is with Satan) is not made perfect in (God)."

Right?

From yesterday...

Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:30:44 GMT

... "HELP ME!!" My voice breaks in desperation as I pray that someone can hear me.

"Ok."

I look up to see my Saviors beautiful face smiling down at me as He stretches His hand out.

"What?" I ask. Can it really be that easy?

"I was waiting for you to ask." The darkness shudders at His rich voice.

I am momentarily stunned by His captivating eyes, His radiant smile, to know that it's meant wholly for me. His grin softens as He recognizes my feelings, but He waits patiently for my answer.

I look down at His hand. I slowly reach out and take it.

Suddenly, the darkness is under me; I am standing on top of it. I look around in amazement at the bright, clear room, so different from the crushing black. I look at Him; He is still smiling, happy at my relief, and amused by my constant wonder.

I walk around on the black that tried to kill me, relieved at my power over it. I bend down and rub my fingers on the floor, erasing some of the shade, making it lighter grey. I stand, look at the black, look at the grey, and look at Him.

Yeah, I can do this.

Pressure

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 20:04:53 GMT

I shake my head and my feet carry me backwards, taking me away from the aggressive things flooding into the dark room. I have two choices: Stand and face it, maybe fight, maybe coax, maybe just face up. Or run. Get away. Avoid it as I try to everything else. My back hits the cold wall. The dark shapes are pressing closer. I won't cry; that's a sign of weakness. I won't bend. I won't run. I won't tell anyone. But it's getting bigger, it's presence sucking the air out of my lungs. My muscles fold, bringing me to the floor, making myself smaller, maybe it will go away. But it pushes forward. I crawl away, towards the little space it hasn't taken over. My mind races as I try to figure out how I can make it stop. Maybe if I eliminated myself, it would quit. Or it could devour me as it seems to want to. My side hits the other wall. There, it has pushed me into the corner. To kill me? I wish. It only wants to take a little part of me. But there is so much of it! Will there be any left? It surrounds me now, over me, at my side, in front of me. I can't breath anymore. I can't see the way out. I put my hands up, but it doesn't see, it pushes closer. I cover my head with my hands...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 02:56:54 GMT

For those of you who don't know, I'm writing a sequel to Twilight. Kinda. It has two... three... four new characters... that I can think of right now. A vampire, a werewolf, a human, and the human's best friend. But I work with the vampire and human the most. So two new MAIN characters.

ANYway, I want to publish it to a FanFic site and, as we all know, as avid readers, the plot synopsis is one of the most important things. I've already made JoJo read it after she had read most of the story, but her view was kind of biased since she's OBSESSED with the story now!! (Which I am thrilled about. I'm not complaining.)

So, my question for you: Does this blurb (not the fact that I wrote it, Tori, Mom, and Katelyn) does the BLURB make you want to read the story?

Dominic, a rebellious vampire who loves a challenge, decides to move in with the Cullens. How does this disobedient boy fit with his new family? And what happens when he decides to go behind their backs and date a lonely human girl named Connor? What will happen? Will she stay with him with him in spite of his many secrets, or will logic win against love?

Friday, January 09, 2009

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 19:46:16 GMT

My random thought for today: Why don't they make cars rubber? That way it wouldn't do any damgage when we ran into each other.

Random fact about me for today: I had nightmares about the Brave Little Toster when I was 6 or 7. I died slowly in quicksand while the Toster and his electronic pals watched. It still makes my stomach turn to see comercials.

Why did you need to know all that? You don't. But now you do. XP

Why blog?

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:26:21 GMT

(That seems to be popular now. And as anti-conformist as I am, I'm a sucker to peer pressure.)

SO, why do I blog? Well, it depends. Right now, I'm blogging to please my friends. When I looked back at my first entries, I found that they were all things I had written that I wanted you to read and wanted comments on. I also remember times when I was screaming for help through veague monolauges, and you were all there for me. But mostly, I just want you to know me- the real me- and I've found that writing seems to revel the most about me, even to me.

There you go; short, sweet, and mostly serious. Never expect that again.

Army Strong

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:05:06 GMT

Do I want to go into the Army or some branch of service?

Yes.

But no.

Yes, I want the benefits; the thrill, the prestige, the physical, emotional, and spiritual strength.
But no. I don't know if I will be able to handle the training that it takes to earn all of those things, or if I'll be able to deal with real combat should I have to enter it.

Do I want to sell my life to my country? Well, yeah, kinda.
Do I want the money for college? Heck, yes. But will they pay for the college that I want to go to and the major that I want to have? Ah, therein lies the rub.

I used to totally nix the idea because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wasn't physically strong enough to handle even one day in basic training. But (thanks to kung-fu) I'm pretty sure that I might be able to last a little more than one day. Then, today, when I was looking for scholarships, the Army register thing popped up on my screen. I looked it over, it didn't have anything about how many sit ups or push ups you can do or how many miles you can run. It had only one question on how physically fit you are;

"Have you been treated for asthma since you were 13?"

Umm, yes. Unfortunately, yes.

*sigh* Now, will that effect my being accepted if I were to venture into it? I don't know, I didn't fill the thing out.

So, do I want to join the Army? ...I still don't know. Maybe this is just some fling that I'm going on for a few days. But what if it's not? What if its what I'm supposed to do?

Next thing on my list: Pray about it. *deep breath*

Learning To type.

Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:28:04 GMT

Dear Santa class

I whant a Addie amaraken girl Doll. I whant kit amaraken girl Doll and books. I whant a get anather gernashen Doll and close. Make shere thair the arignell. I whant a cloest for my Doll close. And I whant listt pet shop. Have a very mary crimiss!
Love,
Hailey
XOXO

That was a letter from my little 7 year old cousin to, well, Santa. I just thought it needed to be shared with the world.

Word

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 14:57:11 GMT

So, in Word 2007 for Windows, (actually, all of the 2007 programs) you can change the background color for the screen.

I just learned this and changed mine to black because it looks mystical and sleek and cool and brave and mysterious and stuff.

But it's dark.

...

I feel emo now. ("My life is a dark abyss.")

...

I guess my background on this isn't very peppy either, eh?

*depressed sigh*

Friday, November 21, 2008

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:54:07 GMT

I think I had something inspiring to put on here, but that was before I looked at all of the posts I've missed since I've been on and remembered that I have pics from my sister's kung-fu birthday! I need to get them on her Facebook, but for those of you who don't have a Facebook, here are the highlights:Here she is with her amazing cake and Birthday Girl crown. Mom somehow figured out that Wal-Mart will air-brush pictures on cakes, so she photocopied our school's symbol off of a shirt and got it on the cake. The man in the picture is our sifu(teacher), so it was very intertaining hearing all of the little kids saying, " I want Sifu's head!", "Well, I want his arm!" If you're having a kung-fu party for someone and you have a lion dance, it is customary to pay special respect to the honoree, in this case, Allison. ... She was thrilled. Ok, really she was so embarrased, she hid behind one of the punching bags! It was great. But the lion wanted to see her! So, it knocked the bag over! (It was kinda broken in the first place.) And her face started to match her hat! It was lovely.

The two black belts of the day, Alli-cat and Sifu! She was only an "honorary" black belt- since it was her birthday- but she didn't want to give it back! Annoying...