She's Alive!

AND SHE'S BACK! This just in: this blog has come back to life miraculously with just a few clicks of the keyboard and a very weirdly inspired young lady who is determined to revive it. Hey. That's me. I'm just writing nonsense because I feel like it. HA! IN YOUR FACE! I don't know who I'm talking to. Myself? That would be awkward. Gettin' some Smoegel action going on over here...I will now attach some oh so flattering pictures of me being frustrated with my school work. I call it, " A montage of frustration faces". It's catching on already, I can tell.

Blasphemy!

I feel as if controlled by a separate entity at times. I know that sounds completely absurd and very psycho-ish dramatic, but if you really reflect on your day's happenings, you'd most likely find the same conclusion. It takes a conscious effort to remember everything I did today, and the order in which I did them. Isn't that odd? I think it is. I am already super forgetful to begin with, just ask my boyfriend, but I don't think this notion is completely inconsistent with the majority of humans walking around out there in the world. It's amazing the things we store in our minds as top priority and the things we take an effort to remember or consistently reflect on a daily basis. I am writing to see if I can conjure up my long-lost ability to make beautiful writings. So far, not so good. But we shall see. We shall see how long this constant blogging lasts. For today, it has come out of an attempt to distract myself from the impending doom of my homework I still need to get done. Darn. Reality sucks, doesn't it? Yes, Jessica, it does.  You wanted to go to college and learn! You mean I have to WORK?!! What blasphemy is this?! *sigh* I digress. Good night and farewell, for good this time!

Randomness

Woah...it's all different from when I was last on here...like three months ago haha oh, well! I really have no idea where I'm going to go with this, I might make a whole new blog and do the same thing I was doing before and just make it about literature and random writings...because apparently I have two accounts on Blogger...whatever! I shall make it work somehow! And I have no idea what to say other than that I am totally procrastinating right now becuase I should be taking care of homework that's due Thursday and the days following my return from Disneyland..but from my apparent lack of progress right now, it looks like I will be doing homework in Disneyland...oh, joy. I'm already boring myself by writing this and realizing what I'm writing. Gosh darn, I thought I was better than that! Drat. Now I have to get back into the swing of things to even become remotely clever or just the least bit interesting to my readers. If I even have any readers. The beauty of blogging: you never know who's reading it! And if you are reading this, I apologize for the poor quality of the material being written here. I will leave now and hopefully that will salvage what cyberspace pride I have left. Farewell.

Back to Blogging and New Books!

Well, I'm back again :) Back to blogging, procrastinating, silly randomness, absolute literature mischief, and school :) Except this time I'll be in college....wooooo! My excitement has yet to dwindle. Let's just say, I got super stoked even about the bathrooms. THE BATHROOMS! I was like, "oh my gosh! They're so clean and pretty and new-looking!!!" I'm set. No need for grades or learning, I'll just hang out in the bathrooms the whole semester haha In other news, I got book store gift cards for my birthday, so of course it called for a wee bit of a shopping spree with Harry. I bought $45 worth of books, and a couple tiny Star Wars bobble heads. THE CUTEST THINGS EVER. Picture this: C3PO and R2-D2 in tiny, bobble head form. FANTASTICAL to say the least. :) The wonderful list of new additions to my personal library: Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, Catcher In The Rye, Tortilla Flat, and Uncle Tom's Cabin. Obviously, I'm beefing up my classics collection hehehehehehe :D I'm excited! I'm hoping I'll get through them by the end of the semester, chances are slim
with all the reading I'll be doing for school. No pain no game, baby! Until next time...

A Sample of Something Special

Um, yeah. I am probably the worst blogger in the history of blogging. I haven't been on here in...4 months? Sounds right. Oh, well! Here's a sample of something I'm writing...which reminds me, I should probably finish the other story I was writing...one thing at a time!

Am I in Heaven? No, I’m still alive. The hills, the trees, even the dirt is home to me. I could never get lost in these mountains. These mountains are mine. Before me, they were my dad’s. They were created by a Mighty Hand, but were passed down as an inheritance along with the lake, the rivers, the rocks. No single person owns this land like the old days; it belongs to each person who has come to know its beauty, inside and out. It’s nothing special. There are many places just like this one, but it’s special to my dad and me. My father was brought here as a child. He obviously saw something great in it because when we were children, he started to bring us here too. Is this how it started? I tell my kids yes.

The tale of these mountains is historic, but my story is short. I’ve only been on this earth for twenty-six years, about twenty-two of which have been spent here. Not exactly, we only came here for vacations, but we never left. My friends would tease me that I might as well move here because I never want to leave. This is only partially true. Like all places sincerely valued, you can’t stay here for too long, or else it loses the magic of being an escape from the real world. By staying here, I would bring the real world with me, and that would ruin everything. No, my home belongs where it is, and the lake belongs where it is. I wouldn’t change a thing, except for where my father is. Now, he IS in Heaven….

Emerson

I've added a new human to my list of influential beings and great things they said. Emerson, indeed. I encountered his writing in the summer of last year, but turned away from it because I was required to read it and wasn't enjoying it so much. Now, I'm realizing his genius and his love of God all in one. I think they may be related....just maybe. Think about it for a second. Anyway, here's a couple I just read and will be adding to my wall of quotes in my room:

A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.

All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.

Character is higher than intellect...A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think.

Every great and commanding moment in the annals of the world is the triumph of some enthusiasm.

That last one was made for me :) hehe

Of Love and All That Jazz

My day was officially made when my little sister made a most astute observation: she said I am loveable. :) Now I'm just warning you, this is a "brag post". Every good blog needs one every now and then, or at least I think so. I was talking with her about my coworkers and about the new guy we got that started this weekend. Somehow this made her think that I'm beloved by all my coworkers (which I certainly hope is true) and that I'm completely loveable and the words she used, "Who wouldn't like you, Jessie?" Needless to say this was a very, "Awwwwwww shucks" moment for me. Still is I believe. :) So this made me think, "Being loveable and more importantly, being loved by people is so important." Of course, some would say that people can be loved for the wrong reasons and therefore being loveable is not always good, and in fact, it can be bad. Well I would say, and I'm making this up as I go, that if it is truly love we are speaking of, it is incapable of any wrong motivations/reasons. If a person loves another (any type of "love" is applicable) then there can be no wrong reasons or selfish motivation. True love is pure truth. It is unbridled, unmasked, and stands alone among all else. It can't even be associated with any grey or matter of uncertainty, untrustworthiness, or suspicion. God is love and He is none of these things. I feel like I'm having a C.S. Lewis moment or something. hehe I tell you, it is no coincidence that I can speak so easily and so passionately about love. I know God has called me to be a people-lover, a life-lover, and a God-lover. I'm just in love with love. And in all forms. The story I'm writing for National Novel Writing Month, and which will eventually turn into my senior project, is a love story nonetheless. It comes naturally and I'm not fighting it. The process is going slow, but I just mentally laughed because I know that's exactly how my "love life" will occur; slow indeed. That's just how I roll. Here's an excerpt from what I currently have in my story.

11/8/11

First I had to hit the ladies room. That interlude had somehow caused my insides to spazz out, plus I desperately needed to wash my face before anyone recognized me as the red-faced freak I was when I was a teenager. Red-faced and freckled. Not a great combination. Of course, in the ladies room there tends to be other ladies in there so when I was calmly splashing cold water on my face while taking long, relaxing breaths, Lily Jenkins comes up beside me at the mirror and shrieks,

“Oh Melanie! I thought I saw you in there! You were sitting next to my cousin, Shane!” she squealed, obviously hinting at some idea that I actually talked with the guy, found out he was single, and gave him my number because we discovered we were perfectly compatible within the thirty seconds I was there before the ceremony began. Well that’s Lily Jenkins for you.

“Yes, he did mention his name was Shane. We didn’t talk very much, Lily. I got in late and that was the closest free spot I could find. The ceremony started soon after I sat down.” I was going to have to be defensive on this one. The big guns were coming out. I wasn’t planning on playing nice.

“Yeah that’s why I got here plenty early. I scoped out all the cute single ones so I know who to dance with later. I’ll point them out to you when we get over there. You’re still single, right?”

Oh boy. I feel like a T-Bone getting marinated before I’m put on the grill. “Yes I am, but I came here because Rachel is one of my close friends, and I wouldn’t miss her wedding for the world. I didn’t come to look at handsome men in tuxes. They’re overrated anyway.”