Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Summer
Monday, June 9, 2008
Summer school
Sunday, June 1, 2008
NEW WEBSITE
anyone who wants to see it, the page is:
elliott.design09.googlepages.com
Are We Having Fun Yet?
I hope some of you keep checking in from time to time. It's Sunday night and I'm already missing you--even though I won't miss working every day. Still, your faces and fun are what make it all worthwhile. It looks like I will be teaching AP Language (our class) and AP Lit (senior English) next year, so I'll have some of you back again!!! I'm really thrilled about that. YES!!! But, of course, that means I'll be working like a maniac trying to prepare to teach a course that is totally new to me. Oh, but don't I love challenges! (and learning all kinds of new "stuff").
In just over a week, I'm off to Europe, so I'll probably be too swamped to write much this week. However, I will tell you all about it when I return. You'll probably be bored with my adventures over the sea by the time I finish (but maybe not). Anyway, have a great summer, and post something now and then to let me know how you're doing.
Much love,
Mrs. N
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tenth Post! YEA!!!!
Athletic Stuff
Purses!
Cellphones!!!
My Balcony
Today in Mrs. Neaves' class she gave the story about the balcony and how we should put people in it who care for and support us no matter what. It really almost made me cry but then Ivan or Jordan said something stupid that made me laugh and broke the mood. I am so glad to say that my balcony would be sold out. I realize how many people I have who support me and care for me and love me, and that I should really try and reach out to those people who don't have that in their life, because I can't imagine how my life would be without the love of my friends and family, especially my mom. She is AMAZING. All my friends love her and I know she will always be there for me and support all my decisions (unless they're stupid). I want to be a mom exactly like her when I have kids. And I really really appreciate my friends, without them I wouldn't be who I am today. I am truly blessed.
And all my teacher's who have put up with me this year and taught me so much, I know they care because I'm still around. This means you, Mrs. Neaves. Thank you for being such a wonderful teacher and I know you really care for us and that's what makes us love you all the more.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tomorrow is my last day...
For senior year I'm planning on making a sort of video diary for the year [ I don't want to call it that because that makes it sound gay so I'm just gonna go with video yearbook for now]. It'll include first day of senior year, all the "senior" events, homecoming, beat south, prom, Christmas, my birthday, baseball season, last day of school, and others...maybe I should include the summer before it also...we shall see. [maybe if it's good enough I'll rent a projector and sell tickets...if that happens I'll get the word out ]
To everyone who I just met this year, "It was cool meetin' you," and to everyone who I've known for a while, "thanks for stickin' with me through everything...putting up with me anyway =] - see everyone next year - I'm out.
ps.
Mrs. Neaves, thanks for being an amazing teacher, I can't thank you enough for the vast amount of progress you've helped me achieve. Just so you know [ and this isn't just me tryin' to earn brownie points] you truly were my favorite teacher this year, and I really hope you move up to AP ENG 4 next year so I can take your class again; it's fun to be challenged. Hope you have a great summer.
Danny Elliott
Rain
Andrea's All ten Blogs
Which Came First?
I would like to discuss the common sense questions which, ironically, seem to have everyone in a stand still baffled state of confusion.
Which came first? The chicken or the egg?
Did the baby come first? Or the human?
Did the mold come first? Or the bread?
It can only be realistic that the CHICKEN came first. Adam and Eve came before the baby, how else would darn Cain have been born?! Therefore, the egg can't produce a chicken, because the chicken has to produce the egg; thus meaning the CHICKEN is the predecessor...and now I could go for some barbecue with all this talk of chicken.
Is the glass half full or half empty?
Darn it! If you wanna know, then pay attention! If someone is drinking it, pouring it out, or in one way or another EMPTYING the contents therein, than it's HALF EMPTY; but, if someone is FILLING the cup, yada yada yada, than it's HALF FULL!
The world is 100 % LAND.
Yes, I said it. Scientists say that the world is 70 % water, if this were true...then what do they think is holding up all that water? More water?! There is land beneath that water, just as there is land beneath puddles in the road and ponds in your yard. This doesn't mean that the land has vanished, it is just being covered/hidden by the water, thus meaning the world is 100 % land with a generous supply of approximately 70 % water to garnish it.
Work-the funniest, most disturbing place on planet Earth
I work at, well, work. Here is just a short synopsis of the oh so many wonderful things we do:
Week 4 on the job: Me and co-worker play in the aisle ways, throwing paper balls and climbing shelves.
Week 6: I am hence known as "ponytail girl" aka: giggles. Courtesy of Satan.
Week 12: I "kindly remind" (he thinks it's "threatening") my co-worker of the dangers he could encounter at work.
Week 18: My co-worker begins the endless onslaught of throwing books at me when I least expect it.
Week 20: Co-worker calls me a fat dancing machine.
Week 23: Co-worker "accidently" runs me over with a cart while I'm sleeping in an aisle way and begins to throw everything within reach, including books and soda cans, at me.
Week 29: I "kindly remind" my co-worker of the dangers of leaving his drink unattended.
Week 43: Another game of catch. I put on a crown, stick a fake spider in my hair, and begin to roll around my work in a rolling chair.
Week 44: My boss sees me glide out of the back room kneeling on a chair, does a double take and calls me crazy. Can't say I blame him.
Week 56: My co-workers lock me in a closet for two hours. I finally realize I have my work's number and contact one of my bosses. She rescues me. They argue that they "blocked", not locked, me in the closet.
Week 57: Someone leaves chicken on a co-worker's desk. We search for the culprit.
Week 58: One of my co-workers puts hand sanitizer on top of another co-worker's doll's heads.
Week 59: We play Rock Band...ALL week.
Week 70: I roll around on the electrical weelchair ("scooter"), honking the horn, advising people we're closed.
Week 77: I sabotage my bosse's (Satan's[he was born on 6.6.66]) desk: counter set to 666, chair wrapped in caution tape, the book "the Devil and His Son" set in his chair. He loves it, I deny all knowledge and then confess, and he compliments me on the touch of the book. Me and my other boss plot to paint the break room pink and hang up smiley's everywhere, just for Satan.
Week 86: My co-workers decide that if I could be any T.V. show, I would be "That Girl". Look it up.
Week 87: I go to ask my boss a question. He asks me what I want, commenting that he knows that smile. He he. :)
Week 92: I'm caught licking cake off of a napkin after eating the cake...I was hungry.
Disclaimer: While all of the events are factual occurences, the dates/weeks are not, they are just guestimated.
Another time around...
Here's another one...I like this one a little more because it deals with the problems of the world...yada yada. This is from the same book.
Disclaimer: I wrote this in the eighth grade, LONG before I ever met my current high school friends that go by Molly and Pamela. Yes, strange coincidence; no, not intentional.
I looked down on the world today. I saw everything. I witnessed the secret you told to your best friend Molly. I saw Cano gossip to Lin about Jack. I pretended to not notice Johnny steal money from his friend to buy pot and then later get into a fight at school. I ignored the people telling lies and stealing from their family. I lied to myself about not seeing the bloodshed and the hurt and anger. I saw Suzy’s kidnappers and the people who rescued her. I saw firefighters die and give their lives for thirty-six people stuck in a warehouse. Pamela organized a campaign for unknown diseases. I watched as the once innocent Lynden shot his best and true friend. I saw little kids steal. I saw Jane give all she had to offer to the poor and needy when she had close to nothing herself. Children went from door to door caroling. Adults gave gifts and exchanged friendly greetings at family reunions. I measured the faith of people sitting in church. I watched as police arrested a man for his attempt to kill thousands of people. I watched as people serving their country went to work every day knowing that they might not see the next sunrise. I saw the corrupt and the kind, the nice and the mean, the true and those pretending, I saw it all. I began to notice things about people that even themselves could never recognize. The pain, hurt, agony, friendship, happiness, those that cared to lend a helping hand. I watched helplessly as the rich stole and the poor gave. I realized how some knew not where they were headed or where they were at. Some seemed to be stuck in the small fragments of time; swaying back and forth between what they know is right and what is wrong. And there I sat, watching it all, and doing nothing.
Yet Again
Quite honestly, I don't like this post or the one before it. I think they're terrible, but if you're that bored: knock yourself out. This is from the same infamous, aforementioned book.
The bell within the big oak clock tower inside of City Square chimed three times, piercing the frozen and silent air. Everything stood still and not even one rustle of a child stirring or a crow flying was heard. There was complete silence and yet there was something disturbing about the silence. No friendship was offered from its frostbitten arms or cold tundra. Thirty degrees and I was lying in the dark with my blanket wrapped around my ankles, sweating profusely. The air in my room was humid and sticky and I had my only window open to the outdoors, welcoming comfort and a slight breeze. I pushed back the blanket that was choking my ankles and fell on the ground. Laying in silence on the cool hardwood floor I used every muscle in my body to slowly heave myself off the floor and bring myself to the window. I placed one hand on the cool metal that framed the window and stuck the other out the window to let the chill of Christmas Eve run across my arm. Chilled and wanting to sit in the cool comfort, I crawled out the window and sat on the sloped roof that was twenty feet above the ground. My entire body became limp and the feeling soothed me almost to the point of falling asleep. The wind rushed across my face; quickly growing in speed and strength. I looked toward the clock tower. Something I did not recognize was rising from the bottom of the tower. The figure became larger as it slowly approached. Darkness and despair clothed him and he had no smile on his face but a look of sadness and hurt. The closer he came the more I felt empty and alone. I began to feel everything he felt only at greater measurements and I felt sorry for him. Everything I could never know or feel began to creep inside of me. Happiness, sadness, surprise, hurt, anger, despair, future, past. I felt it all. It killed me to know what I shouldn’t and yet I thirsted for more of the forbidden knowledge. What pained this unfamiliar person? Why was he sharing it with me? These were things that I would never know.
Random
Yet more ramblings from eighth grade from the same pullings of repertoire...
Clementine always wanted to be a singer and decided she would use every spare college moment in choir. One day, out of the blue, she decided that she did not want to go to the school she had planned on going to anymore but to a different one in a different state. While there, she decided to take band as one of her choice activities since she had never learned how to play an instrument growing up. Of course, she filled up the rest of her time with choir, but why she had chosen band was beyond reason. Clementine worked hard and became very close friends with a girl named Tina, who just happened to be in only one of her classes: band. Over the years Tina and Clementine remained best friends even though they went their separate ways. Tina went along with her music career and Clementine chased her hopeless singing career. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t seem to find the right people to help her continue her dream. One day Tina called her up with hellacious news. She had talked to her manager and told him all about Clementine. After hearing about Clementine, Ted, Tina’s manager, wanted to cut her a deal and bring her into the music industry! Clementine was ecstatic. She would finally be able to live out her dream at last!
Abigail
This is a story I wrote in the eighth grade, pulled from a repertoire of inner thoughts and morals to live by. It's old and I can't promise the grammar, but enjoy. Please notice that this story is a reflection, not of me, but a reflection on life itself. Most people become confused if they don't understand that tidbit right there.
Abigail
The cold air pierced through the silent night like a sharp knife. No one, not a single person, was there to hear it; and never would be. Not one single person. So lonely was the chilly night that no one dared to step outside of their house for fear they would catch a cold. No one, that is, except for one person. I watched her stare up at the night sky, wrapped in her knitted blanket--worn, the colors faded. It was as if she were waiting for something. But what? What could she possibly be waiting for on a frost-bitten night of December at the young age of twenty-three? Her name was Abigail.The stars twinkled in such a beautiful array of fantasies and sparkles. So much hope did they bring that it was surely a sight to be seen. The young woman sat still and dared not to move, and I suspected that she never would, not until whatever she was waiting for came. I imagined it was something marvelous but I did not care to risk my health to the frozen air to ask what. My heart went out to Abigail; she seemed so alone and cold. She had neither gloves nor a coat and yet she kept her place. I could imagine a gentle tear rolling down her cheek. Slowly it rolls until she gives a slight blink of her eye and then it drops off her chin and falls to the ground without a sound loud enough for anyone to notice. Just where was she heading? What good did she think she brought by freezing herself to death? What was she waiting for? So many questions that I yearned to ask her, but I just couldn't. I didn't have the courage, the will. I looked into this young girl's soft face and then into her warm, deep blue eyes. She had both and then some. How could she manage to be so brave and so determined when she knew not where she was headed? Even I myself had no type of courage or understanding. I yearned with all my heart and soul that I should obtain what she had, though I knew her not. How could someone so meaningless and unknown have such a great effect on myself and others around her? Others that noticed. I stared at her for hours on end and not once did she give up. Not once did she leave her place. No words were spoken and she had not seen me and yet I learned so much from her."Abigail! It's time for dinner!" My mother called from the kitchen."Coming!" I replied as I left the frosted-paned window, letting my hand slip away from the pink, satin curtain. On my way to mother I picked up my ragged and worn knitted blanket in which the colors were faded.
I Want Fruit
How many times have you craved fruit? Do you crave fruit at all? Well, I do, and it's leading me to a maniac rage. I dream about fruit, I salivate fruit, I want fruit. Okay, so maybe not THAT extreme, but you get my point right? You see, every Christmas, my family pigs out on an abnormal amount of chocolate, and the following weeks are torture. Coming home from school, the first thing I think about is chocolate. In order to counter-balance this phenomenon, I force myself to eat fruit rather than chocolate or sweets whenever I get a craving, but then I get hooked on fruit, causing an endless cycle of suffering. Why? Because my family is anti-fruit the way that I'm anti-soda, meaning we have no fruit, usually. Now, we do have vegetables from time to time, but for the most part, I'd rather have fruit. Kiwis, Star Fruit, Tangerines, Cherries, and Tomatoes! Yes, tomatoes. My first and only love. I eat them like apples and I eat them quite often. Once, I ate twenty three tomatoes in three days. My parents were convinced I was causing myself bodily damage in an OD fashion, and they weren't able to supply enough tomaotes for our soups and cookouts...so they bought them less often and kept the secrecy of them being purchased. :( . Once, I had my mom go get carrots at twelve thirty in the morning because I was craving them so bad. But I remain an avid fruit lover, true and proud! Except for apples, which I consider a vegetable and a disgrace to the fruit tribe.
Computers. Evil.
Computers should, to put it nicely, die. Petafilers, copyright infringement, identity theft, viruses that eat up your hard drive, vulnerability. And I see half of this on a daily basis at work, especially the aforementioned petafilers. There are sixty year olds where I work that view little six year old's myspaces who put how happy they are to live in Alabama with their frail grandma in apartment sixteen in such and such place. Well, isn't that nice and reassuring?The computer is a waiting disaster threat. How many times have you lost a document or forgot to save a post and had to start all over again? I've made the same mistake with downloading songs. I downloaded all my favorite songs and kept telling myself that I would write it down on paper-just in case. But I kept putting it off and putting it off until one day, there were no songs. Now let's broaden my depression to a larger scale. Has anyone seen "Live Free or Die Hard"? What if the government kept all of the country's information and vital documents in a hard drive with no paper backup or flash drive back up of any kind and one day, it's hacked or suddenly shuts down? What if you did that with your own information and had no way of retrieving it?Let's look on the bright side, computers do make life easier. (Like that cool Dominos Pizza Tracker, so you can yell at the computer because Erick isn't making it fast enough...yeah :)...not that I've done that or anything...) But let's not discredit computers and technology all together. Paper can be just as bad, if not worse. Paper can fly away, get misplaced, burned, stolen, etcetera. So what we really need is an equal balance of both so that we can be prepared-just in case. Similar to having plans and food storages in case of an emergency.
It's All a Conspiracy
Yes, it's a conspiracy. 'What?' you ask? Why, everything! You don't believe me? Take a look around. Rising gas prices? A conspiracy set up by governments, so that they and the oil big wiggs can make a killing off of our need for speed in a vehicle. The fifteen dollars for bags checked in on flights? A conspiracy to get more money, that they may one day take over this greed inoculated planet. The recession we're in? That's a conspiracy too, set up by terrorists within the government so that we may lose our faith in the economy and ultimately lead ourselves to our own destruction! And nine-eleven? Conspiracy! Conspiracy! Conspiracy! All set up by George and his water amphibian friends beneath the earth that are seeking to destroy our nation. He's one of them! Why else would our government murder thousands of U.S. citizens? Marijuana is a conspiracy too, what with the government being greedy and all. You see, us complacent Americans have become too dense, narrow-minded, and brain-washed by SpongeBob to realize these subtle factors in our changing lifestyle.
Disclaimer: In no way do I support or contribute to these random, misguided ramblings. I do, however, support our government with great pride and fervor as we are currently the strongest, most free nation on "God's green Earth" (taken from that radio show my dad always blasts in the car)
Old Drunk Men
Old, drunk men are callow and clueless. Imagine a camel. Imagine a camel riding a unicycle with a "hand" waving a drink and a strangely parched and thirsty aura about him. That is what old, drunk men look and act like.A few days ago, while working at Lone Star Park, I was forced to endure the painfully agonizing and continuous encounter with an overly inebriated, forty year old man, who thought I was the "sweetest thing" and whose goal it was to "pick me up". No matter how many times I told him how young I was and that my MOM would have to hand him the infamous beverage, for I am underage, he repeatedly returned for more beer, trying to get the lucky "goal" of "scoring" my number.
Moral of the story? Don't drink, you just look that much more pathetic.
TAKS
Part five of Pathway to Destiny
Kozue lies on top of her mother, holding her tightly, never wanting to let go.
The flaming fire engulfs the house; it’s time to say her final goodbye. Quickly, she lifts the heavy trap door, crawls down until she finally makes it to the other side.
Monday, May 26, 2008
We've almost made it
Master, the mother is raging
the laundry is piling high
the kitchen's a compost of garbage
there's homicide in her eye.
we polished the floor tiles with Crisco,
Why did it make her cry?
She drove us to grandma's in Frisco,
She'll come for us in July.
She'd like for us all to obey her will
Please, be still.
Scrubbing the marks from the kitchen wall
removing the mud from the carpeted hall,
It's rained for a week,
The sun doesn't shine,
We're all driving mother clean out of her mind!
She'd like for us to obey her will.
Please be still,
Someday we will.
She'd like for us to obey her will
Please, please be still.
It's a parody on a hymn called "Master, The Tempest is Raging" and we had a lot of fun with it.
See y'all tomorrow!
Mrs. N
Part four of Pathway to Destiny
She sees the bodies of her two parents sprawled on the floor, she runs towards them, grasping a hold on them, first her papa, tugging him back and forth, “Get up or I’ll give you tons of kisses” her shrill voice cries.
Bam, bam, the sound of boards hammered against the back and front doors. The guards ignite the house in a blazing fire.
Kozue rises from the floor and moves towards the door, there is no way out.
Blue and White Game
Not Much
The rest of my weekend!
STATE
State
It was nice at first, but then the group of woodwinds wanted to find the brass building. So we begin our journey following Mr. C who gets us lost. Comes to find out we walked in a complete circle! It was time for my ensemble to play, so I headed back. Yeah, yeah playing went great. We don’t know how sf’s are played though.
Nice trip indeed. It had it’s set backs but it was fun and the results were really, really good. Good job choir, orchestra, and band. Yeah!
Solo and Ensemble State.
Jazz Gigs
Blah..
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Work
Jazz Band At My House!
Part three of Pathway to Destiny
“Cheer up gorgeous, you and your husband are going to a much happier place now.” He throws her by the hair with all his strength across the tiny room. While all this was going on, a second guard beats the life out of papa. His brown eyes close and his body, in scarlet blood, lay still.
this weekend so far has been...
Saturday, May 24, 2008
an amazing day
Crystal Skull
Saturday
Later,
Mrs. N
Longest Day Ever!
Today
Anyway, I've been using a video camera a lot lately...I think thats what I want for Christmas [or my brithday they're only 3 days apart] but I don't know It's between that, a camera, or a punching bag...
Blue and White Game
Friday, May 23, 2008
Final 10th Post
Austin Castleberry
Braces.
Blue vs. White
More funny facts!
Funny facts
Part two of Pathway to Destiny
“That’s enough you two, time for supper.”
“O.K. Mama,” laughs the little girl.
Once supper was over, Kozue was placed in bed. Her mama was in the next room cleaning and her father was helping. Suddenly, there was a vicious knock at the door. “Who is visiting during sundown?” questions Mama. Kozue awakes and runs next to her frighten mother, grabbing the side of her tattered dress. Papa cautiously opens the door, only to be stomped by the police with torches in hands, their black horses waiting outside. Mama quickly pushes Kozue into the antique oak wood cabinet, making sure she is safe and out of danger.
“Kozue stay in here and don’t make a sound.”
Part Seven RST
Usually he had always walked right by it never really giving it much though but now with it being the only smart place to wait out the pounding storm it was both a shelter and a horror. It cast long shadows in every direction when the lightning rippled ravenously through the dark clouds behind and around it. The shadows defined the old building’s feature’s giving a forbidding definition of its roofs tower and many windows. It was a foreboding place to pass by and he had over heard rumors about it when he had first moved here about various things which he hoped were just rumors and nothing move as he stopped and pushed on the towering gate to the yard around it. Slowly it silently floated inward on its rusted hinges causing a shiver to creep up his spine which he blamed on the cold rain to calm his nerves as he quickly made his way up the path, eager to escape the tormenting weather.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Oh my.
So Much To Do, So Little Time
Projects
Austin Castleberry
Life
Speakers on Thursday
I'm looking forward to watching your films tomorrow. Sorry about giving a project when everyone else was doing the same thing. I was hoping that this would be something light and fun (and still a learning experience) after all the AP practice we've been doing. So, if you think I shouldn't do this after the AP test next year, please let me know. Any suggestions you have (serious, thoughtful ones anyway) on how to improve the class are greatly appreciated.
Love you guys!
Mrs. N
Video #2
So our Satire Video is due tomorrow I think it will be fun watching what everyone came up with.
For Austin and me, well, we have been expriencing technical difficulties all week, we've had to record in 3 different sessions, change our story, try and work through some bad acting, and finally
I'm in th editing process and the sound keeps getting messed up. So I'm just really hoping that this last DVD burn turns out with everything ok. If not ya'll are in store for something like a foreign film - the mouth and body moves, then you wait for 5 seconds to hear the sounds come out of their mouths...
On another note, I get to go on a field trip tomorrow! AP Econ is going to the "bureau of Printing and Engraving" [the place in fort worth where they make money] so I'm out of class all day after 1st!
=]
5 MOre Days of sChool!
what to do for the summer?
Love Angel
why do people sometimes take religion to the extreme?
Jazz Band
Blue and White Game
Why Now?
Story time... Part one of Pathway to Destiny
One was born with a special gift. One who shall suffer and go through hardship. This person would put an end to this corrupt empire.
“Mama, Mama,” cried the young five-year old girl.
“What is it Kozue?”
“The kids at school are always teasing me. They call me names and throw dirt on me. I don’t understand why. Why mama? Why me?”
Her mom embraces her closely, wipes the streaming crystal tears from her face and whispers in her ears, “Since the day you were born you’ve always been special. No one can compare to you. You are my special little princess,” she gently wipes Kozue tears with her hand and re-braids her long beautiful black hair.
English Video
Guest Speakers
Part Six
As he ran, he looked around wildly in search of a temporary shelter that he might be able to take refuge under until the storm calmed itself. But he found no such sanctuary for there were nothing but oak trees and he knew better than to huddle under one of them knowing that he may not live to regret doing so. And being out in the country didn’t help things either for there were very few houses though…
Then he saw it. It rose up on a hill surrounded by giant ominous dark trees which held very few remaining leaves with an old stone path way winding through them up from the large rusting front gate to the wide tall double door entry. He had pasted this mansion of a medieval castle many times before but never had he looked at it as he did now.
home
Catrina <3
Random Story Thing Part 5
That one was soon quickly followed by another and another and another.
“This is just prefect!” he mumbled to himself as he realized how far he still was from his house. As he began to run down the sidewalk, brilliant bright lightning filled the evening and ripped across the sky accompanied by a loud crack of thunder that tor through the silence of the afternoon like the many sharp claws of an enraged farm cat across the face of the one who made it so followed by the victim’s howling screams. Before he knew it the few droplets had turned into a bombardment upon him their cold pang stinging and nipping at his unprotected head and arms.
We Finished Our Movie!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I never saw another butterfly
5 Months
Austin Castleberry
The Play...again
Other then that, I’ve got an AP test tomorrow. US History. BORING! I don’t care much about it so I’m staying up extra late to edit the satire video for Mrs. Neaves class. Yes. Staying up late. Hope my alarm wakes me up.
summer time
Keeping in Touch and Fearing Death
aww man
Bath tubs?!?!
Random info from Kat =^.^=
POWDERPUFF GAME!!!
FEAR
Dictionary.com defines "Fear" as a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. So then I think it is ignorant, naive, or maybe just rather misleading to say that you don't fear death. Sure you can say that death is the first step into a better place, or that It will end up happening no matter what, and you have lived a good life [just to clarify, I used these examples b/c these are the usual reasons for "not fearing death," not b/c thats what other people had written]; however, for some people it's not necessarily about where they're going after they pass on, but what they are leaving behind. Can you honestly say that you would not miss your life, your friends, your family? Losing that connection alone is enough to fear, and some may say that you will be reunited with them again one day...but whether or not they were true believers of "the faith" is between them and God. For those who say that "what happens happens"...if you died tomorrow, would you not feel robbed and wonder why this happened to you. Also, there are people who are not necessarily afraid of death, but the process of dying.Truthfully, can you say that you are not frightened by th thought of your body systems shutting down, or something like in shattered dreams?
I fear death, I fear loss, I fear suffering...in every form, and every way...I cherish every moment, every breath because of it.
[sorry if I was ranting]
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
"Funerals"
Later,
Mrs. N
Peace Keeper
Austin Castleberry
In Re to: Why do people fear death? #3
Okay so I showed how there is a heaven and hell, and I kinda just bounced to that after I was explaining about why I dont fear death. I must say that the decisions we make in life really do effect us later on. So how I got to showing how there is a heaven and hell, I went to that because some people don't believe that there is. But I am saved and knowing that, I will go to heaven, that is why I do not fear death. I truly believe that God has a destiny for each and everyone of us. If you live for him he will reward you in the end, which is eternal life(in heaven). =D
Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin
So now I lay listening to Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin, my mind twisted with a billion thoughts all at the same time. You learn something new all the time. Most of the time it's at your lowest, weakest, sickest times. I wonder why that is.
In Re to: Why do people fear death? #2
But you choose where you will go when you die. Some people say well how do you know there is a heaven and hell, well my friends, in the bible it shows that that there is, and the bible is the word of God =) in:
Revelations 20:15 ; If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire.
(lake of fire=hell)
Mark 9:43 ; If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter life maimed than with two hands to go into hell, where the fire never goes out.
Those verses right there pretty much show, that yes my friends there is a hell...and if theres a hell there has to be a heaven! =) Thats the good part.
Matthew 5:12 ; Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
I only used those verses because it shows how there is a heaven and hell, unfortunatly I am not the best organized writter in the word. lol But hey I am just trying to show that there is a heaven and hell and that is why I think it is important that you know that is why I believe there is.
In Re to: Why do people fear death? #1
continued on next blog....=>
Shattered Dreams
Catrina Wyrick<3
BBQ
The only other BBQ type of place I’ll go to is Outlaws. Wonderful place but their BBQ can’t live up to that of Spring Creeks. Sure they’ve got chop beef sandwiches or sliced turkey sammies but they can’t beat Spring Creek’s BBQ and BBQ sauce which is oh so mouth watering. One thing Outlaws does better is their burgers. They’re not fake soy burgers like McDonalds or Wendy’s. They’re good beefy burgers cooked just right each time.
So next Sunday after church when I’m craving some good eatin I’m stuck between Spring Creek’s amazing chop beef sandwich and banana pudding or Outlaws grilled burgers and chocolate cake. Who knows?
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Part Four of Random Story Thing
Yet he was alright with it. He saw no need to stretch himself thin trying to do all of that kind of stuff besides he was satisfied with who he was though sometimes it was a drag having to deal with all the drama everyone else seemed to give him about his lack of involvement. Even his parents thought it was unhealthy for a junior boy in high school to be so too himself but he didn’t care except for when it got him into trouble like today.
Suddenly a large drop of water hit him on his head and he looked up just in time to ketch another between his eye which ran down his face till it hit the cold sidewalk.
“Oh Great,” he said under his breath as he watched yet another drop fall to the Earth in front of him.
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Shattered Dreams
I love you,
Mrs. N
Monday, May 19, 2008
Today
Shattered Dreams.
Fortune cookies can be so wise.
At the end of my meal they gave me a fortune cookie. I open it and read the note inside; it read “you would be wise not to put to much trust in your friends at this time.” I thought for a while about that fortune cookie message as I told my friend good-bye after dinner.
Sometime you might need to believe those fortune cookies. My fortune cookie also had these winning lotto numbers. 05-08-09-15-24-25
My Brother
Frustrated
Part Three of Random Story
And like the usual back at his old school he was on one important, not a star sports player because he didn’t much care for sports, and not an outstanding all A+ student because he didn’t much care how his grades looked, and not a drama or music major because he didn’t much like school musical, and he was not in a club of any kind because he didn’t like to stay up at school after hours all the time even though he did have to stay after a lot because of different reasons like having detention or not really wanting to go home, and he wasn’t in any art classes although every one that did talk to him said he should be in one but he didn’t because he didn’t want other people telling him what to draw all the time.
Uniforms?
Austin Castleberry