In 2008, I:
Traveled through seven different countries in 3 months
Made friends that live all over the world/country
Started Cheerleading
Was in my schools first musical
Started blogging
In 2009, I will:
Spend 5 weeks in Ukraine
Cheerlead- again
Turn 16!
Get my learners permit
Get my drivers license
Celebrate my first year of blogging.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Whacha Get?
So, yea, this post is just a little late.... Mainly because my computer crashed and so now I have to use my moms computer, and I don't like blogging when my parents are in the room and I just remembered my parents read this but I'm too lazy to take that out and this is a really long run on sentence and hopefully people can read it cuz I find run on sentences impossible to read.
Wow.
So anyway, this is what I got for Christmas:
Wow.
So anyway, this is what I got for Christmas:
An iPod (4g purple nano)
Two books (Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris, and I forget the name of the other one....)
A Vera Bradly purse
clothes ( a jacket, two rocker tees, and a sweater)
money ($250, but $130 is for travel)
gift cards (to target...)
nail polish
hair dye
So what did you get?
***
My family had the dinner for my extended family at my house this year, which I honestly didn't mind. However, all my cousins are three or more years younger than me, and we got rid of all my toys. So with nothing to do, my cousins decided to play pretend. The story? They were kids home alone one night, and they get robbed, but defeat the robber by beating her up. The robber? Yea, that was me. Fuuuuuuuuuun....
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The Other Side
(This is another assignment for school. The assignment was "If you could create an ulterior persona, what would that person be?")
There was a flurry of activity going on around me. The Prop and Set crews were running around on stage, making sure everything was in place. Makeup artists were putting the final touches on the actors and actresses. Everything had to be perfect for opening night!
If I could create an ulterior persona, it would defiantly be a Broadway actress.... or a concert flutist.... or a singer in a rock band.... or... so many to chose from! I'd probably go with the acting, though.
Acting is one of my first loves, one of the few I'm somewhat nerdy about. I love every thing about it- learning my blocking, memorizing my lines. even the last week of 24/7 rehearsal before opening night. It's stressful, but I love it.
***
The assignment ended there, but I have one more thing to say: PSAT results.
For those of you who don't know what that is, the PSAT is the test you take that prepares you for the SAT, the test you take to get into college. I did OK, I guess...
There was a flurry of activity going on around me. The Prop and Set crews were running around on stage, making sure everything was in place. Makeup artists were putting the final touches on the actors and actresses. Everything had to be perfect for opening night!
If I could create an ulterior persona, it would defiantly be a Broadway actress.... or a concert flutist.... or a singer in a rock band.... or... so many to chose from! I'd probably go with the acting, though.
Acting is one of my first loves, one of the few I'm somewhat nerdy about. I love every thing about it- learning my blocking, memorizing my lines. even the last week of 24/7 rehearsal before opening night. It's stressful, but I love it.
***
The assignment ended there, but I have one more thing to say: PSAT results.
For those of you who don't know what that is, the PSAT is the test you take that prepares you for the SAT, the test you take to get into college. I did OK, I guess...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Christmas Memories
I wrote this for school today, and thought it would make a good blog, so I decided to post it here! Don't you feel special?
I woke up feeling euphoric in my special Barbie Christmas pajamas to the sound of eggs cooking on the stove and the smell of cinnamon rolls in the oven. At six years old, I had been waiting for this day all year, and couldn't believe it was finally here! I umped out of bed and ran to the stairs, then stopped, remembering that I had to wait for my parents to check and make sure Santa had come.
"Mommy!" I cried. "Daddy! Did Santa come?" My dad walked to the stairs a few minutes later, carrying a steaming mug of tea.
The calming sent drifted up the stairs, as he said "He came. Do you want to open presents or eat breakfast first?
I ran down the stairs, sounding like a stampede of six children. Half an hour later, I was euphoric once again. I had gotten all I wanted and more!
I woke up feeling euphoric in my special Barbie Christmas pajamas to the sound of eggs cooking on the stove and the smell of cinnamon rolls in the oven. At six years old, I had been waiting for this day all year, and couldn't believe it was finally here! I umped out of bed and ran to the stairs, then stopped, remembering that I had to wait for my parents to check and make sure Santa had come.
"Mommy!" I cried. "Daddy! Did Santa come?" My dad walked to the stairs a few minutes later, carrying a steaming mug of tea.
The calming sent drifted up the stairs, as he said "He came. Do you want to open presents or eat breakfast first?
I ran down the stairs, sounding like a stampede of six children. Half an hour later, I was euphoric once again. I had gotten all I wanted and more!
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Closet
I figure it's about time for me to come out of the closet.
NO not the sexuality closet! Two other closets: the political closet and.... the cheerleading closet.
So, yes. I'm a republican. Now, NO MORE POLITICS ON THIS BLOG.
.... And.... I'm a cheerleader. They finally convinced me. I joined the squad mainly because it gets me a gym credit so I don't have to take gym class. I normally play soccer, but It's at the same time as my school's musical, and it's too stressful to do both. I'm finding I somewhat like cheerleading, though.
Honestly, it's not cheerleading that I hate, it's the stereotype of cheerleaders that I hate. "Girls, in short skirts, sitting on the sidelines telling boys to do their best. Chosen for their beauty." And it's not a REAL sport.
I do not concur. That statement is completely false, but I guess cheerleaders deserve it. A lot of girls don't take it seriously, but it really is athletic, with the dancing and all. My squad does between 20 and 40 push ups (man push ups) and between 90 and 150 crunches.
And besides, cheerleaders can spell and count to 8!
NO not the sexuality closet! Two other closets: the political closet and.... the cheerleading closet.
So, yes. I'm a republican. Now, NO MORE POLITICS ON THIS BLOG.
.... And.... I'm a cheerleader. They finally convinced me. I joined the squad mainly because it gets me a gym credit so I don't have to take gym class. I normally play soccer, but It's at the same time as my school's musical, and it's too stressful to do both. I'm finding I somewhat like cheerleading, though.
Honestly, it's not cheerleading that I hate, it's the stereotype of cheerleaders that I hate. "Girls, in short skirts, sitting on the sidelines telling boys to do their best. Chosen for their beauty." And it's not a REAL sport.
I do not concur. That statement is completely false, but I guess cheerleaders deserve it. A lot of girls don't take it seriously, but it really is athletic, with the dancing and all. My squad does between 20 and 40 push ups (man push ups) and between 90 and 150 crunches.
And besides, cheerleaders can spell and count to 8!
Friday, November 28, 2008
AirBlog
Oh. Hello, blog.
I suppose you’re wondering where Faith has been lately. Well, Faith was at her grandparents house in Arizona with no Internet access for a week. No worries, though. Faith is on her way home!
OK, I’m going to stop talking about myself in the third person right now. It’s bothersome.
So much to catch up on!
I’m currently applying to a five week trip to Ukraine next summer. YAY!
Thanksgiving was great- I have the obligatory “what I’m thankful for” post coming up.
Rolling around, serving it up/ bringing us a Cadillac phunque! Sorry, I’m listening to Family Force Five right now. They’re AWESOME!
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW AND GO SEE TWILIGHT. IT IS MADE OF AWESOME. IT IS NOT CHEESY AND SUCKISH LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. GO. NOW. ACTUALLY, WAIT UNTIL YOU’RE DONE READING THIS POST, THEN GO SEE IT.
While in Arizona, we went to the Grand Canyon and Sedona. When I get the pictures I’ll post them. I’m actually writing this is Microsoft Word on my flight home, so I don’t have them with me.
I failed at NaNoWriMo. About three days into it, I got massive writers block and never got past 248 words. Epic Fail. L. OMG I just used a smiley. EPIC FAIL.
I believe that’s it. This didn’t keep me as occupied as I thought it would. Anything else? Oh, yes. I forgot. PAPER TOWNS. (Honestly, how could I forget that?)
Ever hear of John Green? You have now. He’s a writer and one of the founders of nerdfightaria. He recently published a new book (he’s written three) called Paper Towns and it is made of Awesome. In fact, I do believe it RADIATES Awesome. You have to have special Awesome- viewing glasses to see it though.
I passed out on the plane to Arizona. Not fun.
That’s about it. I’ll see you later!
~faith
I suppose you’re wondering where Faith has been lately. Well, Faith was at her grandparents house in Arizona with no Internet access for a week. No worries, though. Faith is on her way home!
OK, I’m going to stop talking about myself in the third person right now. It’s bothersome.
So much to catch up on!
I’m currently applying to a five week trip to Ukraine next summer. YAY!
Thanksgiving was great- I have the obligatory “what I’m thankful for” post coming up.
Rolling around, serving it up/ bringing us a Cadillac phunque! Sorry, I’m listening to Family Force Five right now. They’re AWESOME!
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW AND GO SEE TWILIGHT. IT IS MADE OF AWESOME. IT IS NOT CHEESY AND SUCKISH LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. GO. NOW. ACTUALLY, WAIT UNTIL YOU’RE DONE READING THIS POST, THEN GO SEE IT.
While in Arizona, we went to the Grand Canyon and Sedona. When I get the pictures I’ll post them. I’m actually writing this is Microsoft Word on my flight home, so I don’t have them with me.
I failed at NaNoWriMo. About three days into it, I got massive writers block and never got past 248 words. Epic Fail. L. OMG I just used a smiley. EPIC FAIL.
I believe that’s it. This didn’t keep me as occupied as I thought it would. Anything else? Oh, yes. I forgot. PAPER TOWNS. (Honestly, how could I forget that?)
Ever hear of John Green? You have now. He’s a writer and one of the founders of nerdfightaria. He recently published a new book (he’s written three) called Paper Towns and it is made of Awesome. In fact, I do believe it RADIATES Awesome. You have to have special Awesome- viewing glasses to see it though.
I passed out on the plane to Arizona. Not fun.
That’s about it. I’ll see you later!
~faith
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Life
I feel like my life is bipolar. Seriously. One minute, my family is ripping each other's throats out, then we're crying, then we're laughing and joking like one big happy family!
Today my dad came back from a five- day trip to Romania. My mom was stressing out all day, because the house was a tad messy and she didn't want to make him mad. On Tuesdays, I have cheer leading practice until 5:30, then my flute lesson on the other side of town at 6:00. Not great to get to. After clearing up mixed signals about which lock on the door was actually locked, we were finally in the car on my way to my lesson. Mom had missed a call while trying to figure out why me and my sister went in through the front door and not the back, and she tried to call him back. Well, the third time she called, he picked up the phone, and she didn't realize it; nor did she realize that she hadn't actually hung up the phone. So she goes off on to some rant about HOW STRESSED she is and HOW DIRTY the house is and how NO ONE picks up the phone when she calls and yadda, yadda, YADDA.
Yea, dad heard all that.
So he comes home and their at each others throats. I didn't hear all of their argument because I took a shower to block it all out, but it sounded pretty bad. Then dad lectures me because apparently I didn't do ANYTHING to help out around the house while he was gone and I blow my parents off and I might not be allowed to go to Spain this spring and I have too minutes to clean my room which even though he hasn't seen it AT ALL since he's been home apparently it's to messy...
Then we start having this serious conversation about my mom's anger issues and how he heard her rant and a bunch of other stuff that's private to my family. And then he says that he might not go to my Grandparents house for thanksgiving with the rest of my family. (My grandparents live in a different state and we'll be there for a while.) And I start crying. And he starts crying. He says he won't leave my mom because he made a vow between her, him and God. But I'm still scared. What if mom decides to leave him? Please pray for my family.
Today my dad came back from a five- day trip to Romania. My mom was stressing out all day, because the house was a tad messy and she didn't want to make him mad. On Tuesdays, I have cheer leading practice until 5:30, then my flute lesson on the other side of town at 6:00. Not great to get to. After clearing up mixed signals about which lock on the door was actually locked, we were finally in the car on my way to my lesson. Mom had missed a call while trying to figure out why me and my sister went in through the front door and not the back, and she tried to call him back. Well, the third time she called, he picked up the phone, and she didn't realize it; nor did she realize that she hadn't actually hung up the phone. So she goes off on to some rant about HOW STRESSED she is and HOW DIRTY the house is and how NO ONE picks up the phone when she calls and yadda, yadda, YADDA.
Yea, dad heard all that.
So he comes home and their at each others throats. I didn't hear all of their argument because I took a shower to block it all out, but it sounded pretty bad. Then dad lectures me because apparently I didn't do ANYTHING to help out around the house while he was gone and I blow my parents off and I might not be allowed to go to Spain this spring and I have too minutes to clean my room which even though he hasn't seen it AT ALL since he's been home apparently it's to messy...
Then we start having this serious conversation about my mom's anger issues and how he heard her rant and a bunch of other stuff that's private to my family. And then he says that he might not go to my Grandparents house for thanksgiving with the rest of my family. (My grandparents live in a different state and we'll be there for a while.) And I start crying. And he starts crying. He says he won't leave my mom because he made a vow between her, him and God. But I'm still scared. What if mom decides to leave him? Please pray for my family.
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