A Heart Warming Reunion

Once upon a time, my cat Percy stole and hid my very first and one of my absolute favorite Sillybandz. He hid it so well, that I went days without seeing it. I mourned the loss of my rubbery friend, and after a month and a half of not seeing it, I was forced to move on.

Today, my brother decided he wanted to play the Play Station 2, which just so happened to be in my room. The tv has a guinea pig cage in front of it(the cage in which Percy sleeps. Don't think us cruel; that cage is like a kitty condo. It's HUGE.), so my mom told my brother to move it to the other side of the room for the time being. My brother makes it halfway, before he drops the cage and spills Percy's used litter box all over MY bedroom floor. Since I had already cleaned up way more poop and puke then I wanted to that day, I made my brother clean up what he had spilled.

After he had swept up all he could and I took a picture of him cleaning up the mess, my mom started to vacuum my room. I was on the computer when my mom suddenly said my name. I turned around to face her, and there, being held between her thumb and pointer finger was my most cherished Sillyband that Percy had stolen so long ago! Sure, it was hairy and a bit dusty, but I cared not; I wiped the ick off and put it on my wrist, happy to be reunited with my rubber band once more. My mom is my hero of the day!

Funny how things work out, isn't it? =]

I need more lemonheads...

It's only 2 weeks into August, and already it's been the best month this year. =]

I'm cold. Darn the vent and it's icy chill!

I want to watch The Last Airbender before it becomes any older.

SOCCER STARTS NEXT WEEK!

Have you prayed today? You should, if you haven't.

I am currently reading a book called The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum. It's actually pretty good.

In 4 months, I'm going to be 18. World Of Warcraft(aka, WOW!).

I just got an idea...

My dad thought up a totally awesome stop-motion video idea today that I'm definitely going to try!

This blog is sort of like a more fun, easier-to-keep-track-of journal.

I just got my soccer jersey. Turquoise! =D

I've only got 5 Lemonhead candies left. This makes me sad.

I just typed this sentence out with my chopsticks because I'm a dork and I find it amusing.

Promises = Truth

Something that means a lot to me: Promises.

Maybe I'm just old fashioned for thinking that one word actually means something quite important, but oh well. To me, promises are a big deal. That's the one word that can guarantee to me that you mean what you say. "I promise" is a lot like the signature on an important contract. Once you say it, you are making a commitment to keep your word. I never use the word carelessly. If I don't think I can follow through with or fully mean what I said, I won't say it. It's just that simple.

That's why it bothers me so much whenever people say they promise something, then completely throw that away. They act like it's nothing! And maybe it IS nothing. Maybe I'm taking it too seriously. I really don't think I am though.

I'd rather hear the promiser say that they can't or won't do or say something. That's better than trusting them, then them going around doing the complete OPPOSITE of what they promised. It really, really bites.

I'm Very Smiley...

Tonight was one of the best nights ever. That's all. ;D

This year at the fair, I...

Got to ride 4 rides with some of my friends.

Danced and sang openly while waiting in line.

Screamed, "I AM A BANANA!" at the top of my lungs with Tuna.

Got 2 free bags of peanuts and a free popsicle. Yum.

Watched my brothers participate in the pedal pull.

Was reminded yet again how much I dislike the fair booth people and their big mouths.

Got the sickest I've ever gotten on a ride.

Was able to hold a sweet little pug puppy!

Saw my first ever baby peacocks.

Was sad because there was no Ferris wheel.

Laughed until it hurt whenever Kirstin screamed, "And it's NOT fluffy!" while on the most painful ride EVER.

Got to smell a dead animal with my friends for about 3 minutes.

Danced in front of a funky mirror that made me look like a dwarf.

Q's without A's

~QUESTIONS THAT ARE RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND RIGHT NOW~

According to my friends, what's one of the best things about me?

Do I get annoying when I'm hyper?

Why do people find it entertaining to write on themselves?

On a nerdy scale of 1-10, what do I rank?

Why do pop tarts have to be so darn good?

Why did I not listen to Michelle by Paul McCartney earlier in life?

Will I place at all in the youth photography at the fair?

Who decided that Chuck Norris was the IT guy?

Do bugs ever scream before they get squished?

Why am I typing all of this?

Will anyone answer me?!

I get by with a little help from my friends...

Today is Sunday, and on Sunday nights, the Youth have a separate study downstairs with a youth leader(or in this case, our church music director). Our teacher on Sundays is pretty much awesome. He's funny, he's always up for a good debate, and he really knows his stuff when it comes to the Bible. But as much as I enjoy our teacher, that's not what I wanted to talk about.

What I wanted to talk about was something that our teacher was telling us. We're currently reading a book about how to reach your full potential for God, and it's been a great book so far. I've really learned a lot. One of the things our teacher talked about was relationships, and how everyone we come in contact with is for one of two main purposes: Either that person was meant to support and help you, or that person needs you to minister to them.

The more I think about it, the more it makes pretty good sense. I mean, isn't that basically what we need to do? Don't we need to help and be helped? To me, it just seemed like a really interesting thing to think about.