and a random line

I found a flair on facebook that I really enjoyed and I want to put into a story somewhere... "Sometimes your knight in shining armor is just an idiot in tinfoil." I want to put it in something at some point. Just sharing!

a poem :D

For some reason, I've been writing a lot of poetry lately. I'm not entirely sure why. But here is another poem. It's about flying, sort of. And jumping over those really big kicking pads like we did in tae kwon do yesterday. So here it is.

Ever since I was seven
I’ve known how to fly
I couldn’t go far then
I could barely clear the bottom of the target

Now I can fly farther
Faster
Longer

I am a white-clad bird
With a black stripe at my waist

The gap widens.

I sprint
One
Two
Three
Four
Five

On the sixth step, I launch
And for a moment
I am a bird
Four feet above the ground, I soar

My foot slaps through a board;
My momentum carries me to the wall.

I fly again.

driving for adventure...

Well, I went driving outside my actual neighborhood for the first time today. I'm still slightly traumatized by it. But this afternoon, I'm going to be driving with the actual driving instructor, not my mom, and even the THEORY of that is slightly traumatizing. At least I'm finally capable (sort of) of going more than ten miles an hour without freaking out. Now my limit is 25 miles an hour for extreme freak-out, and 20 for a minor panic attack. The good thing is that the speed limit is 25 miles an hour in this area. The bad thing is that we have a lot of hills, so it is really hard to go down hills, not wear out the breaks, and not have a panic attack all at the same time. Suggestions, anyone?
Anyway, in other news, I have nothing to say. It's kind of depressing, really. For some reason, I cann't think of anything to write, fiction-wise. I'm rather stumped. Again, suggestions, anyone? I mean, I've had a TON of adventures this summer, but it all seems like it's stuff I can't work into a story, because I write too much fantasy and I'm physically incapable of not including magic somehow.
Well, I'll think of something. Will post again with a story... later.

NOO!

Well, today was the Youth Minister's last day, and I swear I nearly cried. But I didn't. It's like with my brother - it's barely been a day, and I miss him already. See, this is the last time I'm going to see him from now until Christmas, maybe even longer. *runs off bawling like a little girl* I think the one consilation with my brother is the fact that I'm going to go visit him (bringing food, of course) on Saturday, and with M (FYI, I'm not doing names because I don't want some creeper reading this and finding someone out and stalking them) it's going to be almost SIX MONTHS until I see him again, which I'm NOT cool with. I mean, he's going to have LOADS of adventures, of course, and for that I'm happy. But that won't stop me from missing him, at least for now. I did take photos, and I gave him about 60,000 hugs (HUGS SOLVE EVERYTHING!) and ran down from the balcony along with about 4 other people to put my hand on someone's shoulder like they do when you get confirmed, except it was a send-off for M, and the people whose spirit was going into him were the youth, the adults who worked with youth, and all the people there who had been through seminary.

Well, goodbye, M, and good luck. All the best!

fireflies are fallen stars

it's a poem I wrote. hope you like it. :D

Fireflies are fallen stars
Fallen from the sky
Bits and pieces here and there
That sprout some wings and fly

The fireflies know the magic
Of a summer night
It’s the ideal time, you see,
For a star’s earthly flight.

The stars can see all that you do
When you’re out on summer break
They make sure you’re safe from above
And flit around in your wake

The fireflies are the magic
In those warm summer nights
Although we catch them in bell jars
Chasing them down, trying hard
The magic still lies above

UVA, Lenhok'sin buds, and M's last day...

Well, after many long weeks of anticipation and things like, "HOLY COW MY BROTHER IS LEAVING FOR COLLEGE IN 4 WEEKS/ DAYS/ HOURS!", my brother has finally and successfully been moved into his dorm room at UVA, and seems to be doing well, in the seven hours that it's been since we've seen each other, and from the one phone call I've had from him thus far, which was an accidental call, apparently. Anyhoo, it seems like a really nice campus, albeit a rather HUGE one. There was also this street marching band that was mostly saxophones and trumpets and a piccolo and some drums and they did a really cool version - I kid you not - of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. I would post a video, but I don't know how to do that yet. Still working on that. And there's also the potential copyright issues involved if I do that, so can you just take my word for it? Thanks.
Another cool thing that's happened since last I wrote is that I friended a lot of the staffers that we met at Lenhok'sin earlier in the summer, and I had a nice conversation with one of the staffers at the Civil War outpost earlier this evening. :D
Anyhoo, it's my youth minister's LAST DAY TOMORROW!!! :( :( :(
I'll miss you, M.S., if you're reading this! (which you probably aren't, but whatever...).

All right, well... goodbye for now!

Oh, and I went on a LONGER amount of driving yesterday with my mom. Although I did reach speeds above ten miles an hour, I'm still not sure whether I'm psychologically prepared to go above 20 miles, even though in some areas I can probably get a ticket for going too slowly (aka going 15 (WHICH IS REASONABLE!) in a 25 mile zone or something). Still got to work on that...

a poem

I wrote this yesterday. For some reason, I felt this urge to go write in my old elementary school's playground. So I did. And this is what came out of it.

Way back when
I played here
Climbing up, sliding down
Friends were made on the playground
Alliances were formed
girls versus boys

I return here
years later
the alliances have been long forfeit
the girls and boys were all traitors
to their old second-grade teams;
And I return to the site of the battlefeild

I wonder
How many of my own
have been hurt because
boys were contaminated
with diseases that could
break your heart

I feel like I'm the only one in the world
who hasn't caught it yet

I see my old friend
come down the playground path
he left before the alliances
and only returned to see them shatter
does this mean
he's the one boy who is clean?

He passes me by without looking
and I know in that moment
he's infected too.

wahoo!

Well, I FINALLY get to go to the county fair today!! YAAAY!! I also passed my written exam yesterday for driver's ed, so that's all well and good, but now comes the part where I actually have to get out on the road and try not to crash into anyone or run over any joggers, pedestrians, and/ or old ladies, which wouldn't be very girl-scouty of me.
Speaking of girl scouts, my gold award project is set for October 2nd. I'm really excited just to get it over with - I was passed in May. Can I get it over with now? It's going to be kind of hard to do all the logistical stuff closer to the actual day, but I think it will go down well. And if I end up without enough hours... I don't know what'll happen, but I'll probably end up teaching five more lessons to little kids or something.
Another thing: I have just come to terms with the fact (okay, not completely, but still...) that my brother, with whom I have lived all my life, will be leaving for college TOMORROW. As in, he'll be gone in LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. EEK!!

progress!!!

Well, my gold award project (which, as of two weeks ago, was looking disasterous) is now very well straightened out (and scheduled for a date that is over a month from now, which is fine by me). So that's all well and good and awesome. However, that isn't the only thing that's well and good and awesome. I've FINALLY gotten the piece I'm working on in piano into a state where I wouldn't be horridly ashamed if I played it in public. Mind you, I would still be kind of embarassed, but I'd be far less embarassed than if you asked me to play last week. The piece is "River Flows In You," composed by a (really awesome) Korean composer named Yiruma. For all of you pop-junkies, it's also known as "Bella's Lullaby." Do NOT ask me, if I happen to be playing it in public, whether it's Bella's Lullaby, because I will say 'no, it isn't.' Just letting you know, I DO try and find the original sort of thing, instead of finding Bella's Lullaby online, I find River Flows in You. This is also partially because I heard River Flows in You first, and I didn't know it was also Bella's Lullaby until a lot later.

SUMMER!

I just came to terms with three things:
1. That my brother is going to COLLEGE on SATURDAY!!! (EEK! Not that he isn't really around anyway. It's just now he will be gone from Saturday to Thanksgiving, and never having to stop by at least once a week because he's going to be three hours away... AIEE!)
2. that my youth minister is leaving our church (NO! I will miss you, M.S., but good luck in Boston, if you are reading this!)
3. that I HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL IN 3 WEEKS! AAAHHH! Did I mention I was traumatized by number 3? Anyway, I don't really want summer to end, but at the same time, I'm ready to go back. I wish I could do what I was doing for the ENTIRE MONTH OF JULY for the rest of the year. (AKA helping people and hanging out with friends where it's not really awkward to believe in God).
Anyhoo, in retrospect, it has been a grand summer... and it's not done yet. I guess the next three weeks are really going to define the summer... maybe. I think July defined it. But I don't know. I'm confusing myself. I'm going to get un-confused and will come back later.

AP, Going Back, and Gold Award

I'm getting to that point where I really have nothing to say because there are no talking points. I don't want to discuss the latest gossip with whichever celebrity did whatever (because I wouldn't know about it) and I haven't done anything of consequence lately to merit someone hearing about it. I think I'm ready to go back to school, in all honesty - partially for the lessons, but also it's an excuse to have social interaction and get on someone's nerves whose name isn't the same as my mom's, brother's or dad's. I also will have a reason to get off my butt every 50 minutes to go to the next class. It's true that Junior year is supposed to be terrible, but I think I'm ready for it. I just wish I could take more APs. I'm not doing AP English because the teacher is SUPER hard, and if she was bad in 9th grade English, I DON'T want to think about what she'll do in AP English. I'm only taking one AP, which is my first, and probably one less than everyone else. So in senior year I'm going to take a lot of APs - English definitely, probably history too, and hopefully science (if it can fit right). I do NOT want to do AP math, no matter what anyone else says. And I might do AP music theory, just to have a lot of APs. The reason I feel so bad about it's because my brother took about 2 million AP classes (he's off to college next week) and a lot of my friends have done at least one already, and might be doing 2 next year (if they don't already have at least one credit). So I feel kind of left in the dust. So... yeah.
I think the reason I wasn't super psyched for summer at the end of last year was the fact that the Snopocalypse had vacationed me out by February. I mean, I had Winter break, then Winter break of the Snowmageddon, then Spring break... that's a total of about a third of my summer break right there. Enough for 2 mission projects and a backpacking trip. Wow.
ANYHOO, on to more interesting endeavors: doing the annual KnitterWriterBlogger's REASONS FOR GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!
By KnitterWriterBlogger.
1. APs!
2. Friends!
3. FALL FORMAL!
4. intellectual conversations!
5. I heard that we're going to have 2 new freshmen in my lunch group. YAY!
6. I love getting stuff for back to school. I admit it.
7. Chorus! (yes, I know, I didn't get into a good choir, and I know I'm going to shoot something if I do the same thing next year, but whatever)
8. the school musical! I have no idea what it is yet, but I WANT TO AUDITION! (I just really hope I don't get trumped by the soon-to-be sophomores who are in Chamber Singers... I probably will... but whatever)
9. Film class!
10. Creative Writing!
11. My Gold Award Project will be OVER AT LAST!

Oh, that's the turn of events that I didn't mention... or did I? The one about how, through an annoying turn of events, my gold award project has to be postponed?
In a way, I'm glad it worked out that way. I was SUPREMELY unprepared. So... I'm going to go now.

I also saw 'Despicable Me' last night. It was a REALLY good movie. :D

camp, contacts, and writing. :D

Well, after almost an entire MONTH of doing A TON of trips... watching TV, Facebook, knitting, SAT prep, and going to Driver's Ed is ALL I'M DOING. And I'm REALLY BORED.
My next trip isn't until Labor Day Weekend. It's Family Camp with my church. I'm SUPER psyched. I'm SO excited that I'm already planning the video that I'm doing for it... three weeks in advance... I just realized how little of a life I have... Anyhoo, I did a semi-documentary last year (the only reason it wasn't a FULL documentary's because it's only ten minutes long) and I want to do one again this year. What planning have I done? The opening title. "Hug A Ninja Productions." The end. HOORAY!!!
Okay, in other news, I've finally started up my piano and voice practice again (YAAY MUSIC!!!) and I started wearing contact lenses today. I'm doing those two-week disposable ones where you put them in daily and pitch them out at the end of two weeks. It's awesome. I'm not wearing them right now because the guy said that I should only wear them for two hours the first day, and sort of build until I get to a full day, just to get used to them. It's sort of the same thing with my glasses. I like my glasses a lot, though. It's just easier to have contacts because they're not getting in the way. But apparently, glasses look good on me. And I really like them. So... yeah. I guess what I'm most worried about (aside from poking my eye out when I'm putting the contacts in/ taking them out/ forgetting they're there) is... do I have to wear them for two weeks STRAIGHT, or is it a fourteen-time usage or something?
I've also been doing some writing - not a lot, but some. I will post when I have something decent to show. :D