Almost done.

The Facebook drought is almost over.

I can feel the blood beginning to pump back into my veins...the familiar rush as I anticipate logging in and seeing all those notifications...

NOT.

I probably really haven't gotten that many, in all actuality of reality of syncopasity.

I don't know what else to talk about.

I'm seriously at a loss for words.

I don't think that's ever happened to me.

Well. Maybe once. And it was at the Grand Canyon.

I choked on a piece of gum.

Day 16, 1:57 a.m. Eastern Time-Facebook whispers my name...

Okay. I miss Facebook. It's official. I had this weird obsession with spending hours looking at pictures of people that I hardly knew. And now that I watch my friends from afar doing said creepy activity, I'm just itching to get back on. 


But it's all in my head...right?


I don't REALLY need to respond to the seemingly endless wall-posts that I imagine are clogging my notifications. Right?


I don't need to check those important messages about that event that I might not even go to but I'll check 'maybe" anyway because I'm wishy washy...........right?




....Right......


Enough about Facebook.


I've decided that the laundry room in Moore Hall is the perfect place to relax. I love washing machines.


I have also realized I have this superfluous fear of treadmills. I have aptly named this fear, "Tread-Dread". I ran on one in the Rec Center tonight and the whole time I was sweating. Not from the workout......(I only had it on about level 5.5. I can just hear you judging me. Don't) but from the constant fear that I was going to be distracted for one second or slow down and it would be all over. I've fallen on a treadmill before. It might surprise you to know that you can't stop running on a treadmill. I found that out the hard way. (Again with the judging...)


While we're on the subject of things I've learned:


All-nighters aren't much of a reality for me anymore. I'm getting old.


Never tell an Architect his letter "P" is looking a little crooked. Did you know they spend hours on those letters...? Whoops.


Free stuff and coupons are awesome. That goes for anyone at any stage in life.


I got a new phone cover for my phone. It looks like a Transformer (not exactly something I've learned...but I just thought you should know) 


Some people just are on a NOT-need-to-know-basis. Find this out before you tell them anything. I'm over it.

When they say "poor college students", they MEAN IT.


Goodnight.

Facebook withdrawals...

Yes I changed my blog. Don't freak out, because it will probably be different in about a month or so anyway.

Hey mom. Yes I'm awake at 12:36 a.m. But it's okay because I don't have class in the morning.

Do you ever just wake up and not like yourself? I seriously woke up today not liking myself. I don't like that I just go through life expecting things to be handed to me. I'm a selfish person. But, by God's grace. That has been my motto for the week.

Because here's the deal. I need a job. But I can't just keep thinking I'm gonna get one very easily. There are so many other qualified people out there that want the same thing I do. So I gotta knock 'em dead, kid. Gotta get after it. Gotta sock 'em!

..."Sock 'em?" I don't even know what I'm saying right now.

I have been officially Reganed.

Guess who has two thumbs and just saw Brian Regan live?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


This gal.


Jealous?


It was inexplicably indescribably AWESOME! As I've mentioned one too many times to mention, I want to be a comedian when I don't grow up. So this hits the ticket.


I don't think that's right...


Hits the nail on the head? At any rate. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. So it was good.


There are slogans out there that have false advertising all up in here. 


Like the Always brand. "Have a happy period". Wow. Not enough words to describe how false this is. The words "happy" and "period" do not even belong in the same sentence. The same universe. I bet it was a male that came up with this saying. 


"Spangles, it just tastes better." Compared to what? Better than what? I need a chart. When I walk into Spangles, I want to see a statistical chart that shows what Spangles is better than. Every restaurant. 


"Wheaties: The breakfast of Champions!" .....is there an ingredient I'm missing? Because one day I was eating Wheaties (a rare occasion. I was always more of a Frosted Flakes fan) and I looked at the ingredients. I didn't see any notes about Steroids or muscle-influencing supplements. Joke. But really. After I ate them I went back to bed. So does that imply that I must be a Champion BEFORE I can eat the Wheaties? Is there a Wheaties osmosis that has to occur? Or do I become a Champion by eating said cereal? I just want to be a champion. 

Social Networking bannation: Day 1.

Facebook-be-gone experiment, day 1.


I have decided to get off of Facebook for a whole month. One. Whole. Month. To some, this is an absurd idea. Preposterous. I'm beginning to think they're right. 


It's already been 15 minutes and I can feel the blood rushing to my head...my palms beginning to sweat...the familiar shakes come on as I feel the withdrawals setting in. The endless hours of creeping on pictures of people I hardly know beckon to me; the painstaking thought process of inventing a witty status to gather caustic remarks and thousands of "likes" plagues the brain. Tomorrow is National Creep Day...How can I do what I do best without Facebook?


All that aside...it's worth it. Completely worth it. I have realized just how important Facebook has become in this society...too important. It has become an infection; people refer to it for relationships, friendships, and even friends of friends of friends that were tagged in that one picture from when your friend was on vacation. This so-called social network has become more than just a trend among college students. It has become a world-wide icon that has possessed so many monitors across this globe. And I want to know...is it really worth it? Is Facebook so crucial in my life that I can't go a month without it? I would like to think not. That is why I am going to conduct this experiment. To go a month without that social networking site that we have all learned to obsess over. And I challenge you to try as well, reader. Will you accept?


P.S. Also, if you really need to get ahold of me, there are other things out there. Email. Phone. A hand-written letter! I love getting them and I love sending them. They have become obsolete and it saddens me. What is a hand-written letter you may ask?


Google it. 

Oprah, Kramer and whippage of hair back and forth.

Oprah. I want to know. How is this woman successful? What was the point where she woke up and decided, no turning back. I'm going to own my own talk show. And if I decided to own one, would it work that way for me? Probably not. So what is it about Oprah that brings the sobs all around the world? Her voice makes me think of Feng Shui. You can't even hear her name now without thinking, I may just start crying because of that one episode where she bought a house for the family that was financially unstable. And it's crazy to think that years ago, no one knew who Oprah even was. She has surpassed even celebrities. She's in BOARD GAMES for crying out loud!!!!! I just...don't know what to do. And she's just so filthy rich. It's like every show she's handing out free cars for everyone in the audience or she rolls in giving high fives and announces, "hey everyone! You're all going to resorts in Australia because I feel good!" It just. I mean if Bill Gates had a talk show? Can you imagine how THAT would go? Oprah would be a thing of the past. People would get free planets. 


I think Kramer from Seinfeld is hilarious. If I was a man I would want to look like and have the  mannerisms of Kramer. But I'm not. So we're just gonna move on.


Willow Smith. I had not even heard of this child until this song, "I whip my hair back and forth" came out. I don't understand the song. The child is nine years old. In the song, she talks about "when they see me pull up, I whip it real hard" (I'm assuming her hair). Pull up in what?!!!!!! Her Barbie Convertible?!!!! She can't drive!!!! I don't...understand. It just bothers me when mere children talk about things such as pulling up in invisible cars. She also mentions, "Don't let haters keep me off my grind". What haters? Grind?! I didn't even know what haters meant at the age of nine. Do kids even know how to hate? I just think society has driven this whole child-star thing out the door and through several buildings. The rest of the song goes on to tell us, if we didn't get it the first ten choruses, that she likes to whip her hair back and forth. Willow, I'm sorry you're named after a tree.


P.S. Bon Jovi keeps looking older and older.

Do YOU take your deodorant for granted?

I like watching the polls.

Is that nerdy? Oh. It is?

Well. I admittedly do. It's addicting. It's like watching a caterpillar trying to go from one leaf to another in the span of five hours. You never know what could happen.

Speaking of which...

have you ever had that sinking feeling in your stomach? Like when Wal-Mart discontinues your favorite deodorant?

I don't think I have to say it. But I will. Wal-Mart discontinued my favorite deodorant.

Are they insane?!!!!

That deodorant...was the perfect odor blocker. It smelled like an ocean breeze wafting through a beach full of coconut palm trees waving in a Hawaiian sun. Pretty sure that's what it was called, too.
I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and it was GONE. I had to choke back a cry of helplessness as i frantically rifled through the endless maze of unfamiliar scents of Teen Spirit (Do I really want to smell like hormones and ex-cheerleading years? Literally taking the song to the next level) and tacky odorless off-brands. It was nowhere to be found. Through the streaming tears I grabbed a go fresh Dove. Three years of my beautiful Suave...gone.

I am NOT melodramatic. I do NOT use parentheses too much. And I certainly DON'T overuse caps.

An Ode to Parkour-----> unrelated note: A footnote about the wonders and fine art of procrastination

I wrote a poem about Parkour. It goes like this:

"Jumping, leaping."

That's all I have so far. 

Have you ever seen something and thought, wow. That is cool. Then tried it? Well. I've been watching Parkour recently. And I thought, wow. That is cool. So I tried it. 

Lets just say...people with the hand-eye coordination of drunk monkeys should not attempt or even think of attempting Parkour. It looks dumb. Not Parkour; drunk monkey people attempting Parkour.

I think Parkour should be added to the dictionary. My blog is correcting me, telling me what I am actually meaning to say is, "Park our." Which, in fact, is actually two words.

On an unrelated note (see title)- Procrastination is an art form. It truly is. And it is one that I have mastered quite well. And let me tell you...what was I going to say?

I'll just tell you later.

Biebz and Oreos

Justin Bieber. All I have to say is, this kid has a 'do to do the dew. Know what I'm saying?

I had a theory in my head the other day. Well. I've heard it before. But. It was a little more profound on this Fall day. What if...

Your orange is different than my orange? We are seeing the same color, but what if the color you actually see is my red? But we both know it to be the same color. Mind blowing, right?!!!!!!

I want to learn how to play the bagpipes.

Do you ever get that heart-stopping feeling in your gut when you remember something too late, or realize you've lost something very important, or see your favorite book in a puddle of water, or listen to someone squeaking Styrofoam?

You're probably wondering about the other half of my title. Or if I'm going to end the story about heart-stopping moments.

I don't even know if I will.

Oreos are good for the heart. And I just had some. And they help with heart-stopping moments, like I had before I ate aforementioned Oreos. Did the Oreos make me feel better? No. Therefore, the statement "America's Favorite Cookie", does not seem to apply in this particular predicament. But Oreos are pretty good, I'll give them that.

I don't even know what I'm talking about. I have about 3 bajillion pages of homework, 3gigjazillion pictures to edit, and I honestly just want to sit and be space. Not take up space. Just be space. Sit there. I know that sounds depressing. But my motivation has flown out the window.

KBye.

Ballet for Dummies.

Today it hit me. It really did.

I have a somewhat strict Ballet teacher. She is pretty sarcastic as well. One time, a guy in my class mentioned how sore he was. Her response? "I missed where I care."

It wasn't even me and I felt like I was melting into the slick, marley floor.

Anyways.

I decided that all along, my motivation has been skewed. For these past few weeks, I have been dancing for my teacher. This is terrible. I am ashamed of myself. My motivation should be for the one who gave me these legs and this heart for music and leotards and turning my body into a human pretzel.

On a totally unrelated but completely related note...

I'm going to go see So You Think You Can Dance in KC with my friend Andrea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you have no idea how excited I am. I have watched this beautiful show for about, oh, several years now. And it is better every year. And it has always been my dream to go see it live. And that dream is about to come true. I. Can't. WAIT.

Sorry to geek out. It's just...whew. My eyes are dry. I don't know what this irrelevant statement has to do with such a wonderful event. Just felt like sharing.

Alka-Seltzer+a shortage on kleenex=a very unwanted sickness.

I'm sick.

My froomate Jessica was nice enough to give me alka-seltzer. Now. Lets talk about this. Alka-Seltzer works really well sometimes. But I think it's absolutely nasty. You know those children that just cannot or refuse to swallow horse pills (why are they called horse pills? Hm? Do horses take pills of that size, henceforth and whereto the name? Or is it simply because horses are big, and are henceforth and hitherto an ample comparison? Because I do not feel like I'm swallowing a horse when I try to get those pills down. More like a spaceship. Thank you for your parenthetical time). Do you see where I was going with this? Bunny tracks are only good in ice cream, not stories. And yes I just made that up. I like corny, macabre puns that make you want to cry.

Speaking of crying...

Alka-Seltzer is like a weird soda. My mom would make me take it. It tastes like fairy vomit.


Another blogging point I wanted to make was that professors never have kleenexes. And I want to know why. I know I'm not in high school anymore, where there are always mounds of boxes. But I never see ANY. Like...do people not get colds in college?!!! Do these professors not realize what season this is?!!! Was there a shortage at Wal-Mart?! I'm just...so disgustedly sick.

I was going to make another point, but I forgot. It had nothing to do with sickness though, so it would probably be bad blogging etiquette to write it...Seeing how my title is very umbrella-like and specific.

Oh! I remembered! I'm going to say it anyway.

Bikers. On campus. Are like a hurricane. Every time they whiz past me, I can't help thinking....what if I had moved, just an inch? They would have squashed me. And I know what you're thinking. A Bike, Bekah? Really? Bikes are harmless. Suck it up and let them have the sidewalk, like the maniacs they are. (Things you will see a lot in my blog: parentheses (eh? Eh?!!!) Double parentheses, and little italicized words to denote ethereal thoughts in my head) well let me tell you something. Bikes are not harmless. I can see myself lying there, bleeding out of the tire-treaded gash in my back. People will walk by and say, Oh my. It looks like she was attacked by a deranged, rabid squirrel! 

And don't even get me started on the squirrels on this campus...

"Well...it's a Natural Disaster."

I have this class. It's called Natural Disasters. It's about...well...Natural Disasters. I hate to tell you this. But it's boring. The earth is cool. SO WHY AM I BORED? Because. My professor has a lulling voice that would put wolves to sleep. But I learned that if the earth was the size of a basketball, the earth's crust would be as thin as an apple skin. That's all I have squeezed out of this defective learning environment. 

Observations I have made whilst wallowing my worthless wile away:

1. Professor Keith Miller doesn't ever wear a tie. 

2. Someone didn't wear deodorant today. 


3. I could be working on my Earthquake summary right now, but I'm blogging instead. Better choice, I should think.

4. I'm sitting in the lobby blogging by myself. Well except for this other kid. It's his birthday I guess so he's drawing random cake and presents all over the board...So I'm not alone, technically. Did anyone even get this kid a present?


5. I have some K-State basketball players in Nattie D. Wanna know how I know? They're tall, they wear sweats, they slouch in their seats, and they wear K-State basketball t-shirts. Dead giveaway. 

6. Whenever Professor Miller even mentions "short film" or "quick video", everyone gets up and just leaves. I stay and watch. Short films are awesome.


7. I have found the perfect seating arrangement in that class. I sit near the back in the middle. Prof likes to walk a certain distance up the row, but I have found he only reaches a certain point, pauses, then turns and walks back. Texting becomes foolproof (not like I text in that class or anything).


8. I really need to work on my earthquake summary. 


9. I despise small talk. I feel like I'm eating a sweaty sock. It just doesn't work for me.

Blah, blah, blah.

I wanted to blog my first day of college, so that I could get my initial, raw feelings about it.

But, as I learned really quick, college is not for the faint of heart. It is not all fun and games. IT'S A JUNGLE. I remember some reactions and thoughts to some things I remember. Lemme see.......

1. Our neighbors in the dorms like to blast Ke$ha and rap music. Therefore, when walking down the hall, it assaults your ears and drifts in and out of your subconscious all day. Now, I don't really complain all that much, so I won't report it. It's just odd. I mean, Ke$ha?! Really?!!!! On moving day I thought I heard the sounds of sweet Buble from one room. All I wanna know is, where did those classy people go? Did they disappear in the haze of rap and raspy teenage insanity? I've decided it's my civic duty to Buble their socks off. They'll get crooned.

2. K-State campus is a maze. An intertwining maze full of mobs of unique music-listeners, bike-riding, text-while-walking (which I soon found out was a rather difficult thing to do), running, screaming (yes, someone actually yelled something at one point out of their car. I stopped and stared. Was it weird that everyone else around me kept walking? Is this something that happens every day?!), freshman-hating, Mocha-chugging Radinaholics. It's a wonderful, crazy new world out there.

3. My loft bed is really comfy.

4. A good spot to meet people in dorms is on the elevators.

5. Derb cheeseburgers and chocolate milk? 'Nuff said.

6. Stupid Ke$ha song is still stuck in my head...

7. I'm learning more and more that coffee is my friend...

8. There are some pretty eccentric people out there. There is this older guy in my 2-D art class that wears goggles, combat boots, vests, and talks like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. If he is a cage-fighter...I'm never going to class again.

9. People treat freshman with either mild annoyance, slight contempt, or in rare cases, a kind though somewhat condescending manner. We know what we're doing, and, contrary to popular belief, rarely get lost. At least, I didn't. I may not know all the hangouts and slang and whatever. But really? You were a freshman a YEAR AGO. It's really not that long, people. Okay. Example. We were standing in line for lunch. These girls had gotten dashers (Derb to-go lingo), and they came back down the stairs through the crowd. Another girl starts yelling at them and saying words I would never repeat to my mother. The girls just flip her the sparrow and keep walking. She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "freshman." Now I ask you...how, in this whole green God-given planet, does that insinuate freshman behavior? She could have been a senior for all we know. We are not dumb. We are not naive. We've been around the block as well. Just because you've lived another year than us does not mean you can treat us like we are 5. I'm sorry but it just really bothers me the way people act like freshman are the bane of existence.

That's it for now. I feel like I've already been here for about two decades and it's only been a few days. It's like some sort of weird, sector 4 dimension.

Peace.

Facebook: Self-Affirmation at its best.

So I decided to to start packing for college today. I move in Saturday...but it will be okay. Because I've promised myself not to stress too much.

Facebook. I "like" Facebook; Who doesn't? If we could all have a "like" button in life, we would probably all "like" it. But recently, I've noticed something. Facebook is a way for people to basically spend a few pointless hours stalking pictures of friends you hardly know and putting up statuses that beg the question: is Facebook really just a way to connect with friends? Or is it an attention-getter? Even I find myself trying to come up with witty, blistering remarks that people have no choice but to "like". And I don't know about you...but I'm getting rather sick of it. Facebook is beginning to lose substance to me.


Here's a few reasons:

1. When ever I am talking to someone, or texting someone, or doing something I love, I find myself mentally "liking" it. I'm not kidding. When someone says a cool phrase, I click this imaginary like button in my head, storing it away for future reference. Or even worse, I can see our conversation in a mini-window, and I comment on it. Please. Judge away.


2. I have too many friends. The other day I was looking through them, and I came across a young man with a Middle-Eastern sounding name. I didn't even know who this guy was. I sat there staring at my computer for about 10 minutes. But I noticed something interesting...Facebook makes it beyond simple to add someone as a friend; it's just a click away. To delete people? You have to go to their profile, scroll all the way down, and delete them. Hm. I never want to see this person again. Why would I desire to read all of his personal information before deleting him? Do they think I'm going to read his "About" section and rescind my decision to delete him? "Oh wow...he loves the Notebook and we have the same birthday and he eats the same chocolate brands? I think we'll be good friends."


3. I'm supposed to be packing right now...


4. It causes you to stop in the middle of things...packing, for instance.


5. the GAMES. Bejewled Blitz and Family Feud are some personal favorites. This is a pro, actually. I "like" the games.


Okay. The mental liking has got to stop.

Meteor showers

Meteor showers...wow. I have never seen one before tonight. AMAZING. How can someone see the multitude of stars and not see God behind such amazing beauty? I just sat there for about an hour. I felt so completely small. And I thought of all the other people seeing the same stars as me, and that God created each person, and that we all feel the same when we "see stars"...literally. Ha.

It was just....really great. Every time I saw a meteor I couldn't help but gasp. I saw several shooting stars as well. Wow. That's all I really have to say. I'm just awestruck by the power of God and that He formed this earth by simply speaking.

If it's a radio commercial...then why's it for a movie...

The title is pretty self-explanatory. 

Today, I heard a radio commercial for a movie. And maybe it's just me...but to me...that kind of defeats the purpose of previews. RIGHT?!!! And I'm hearing all these sound effects, and I can't even focus on the commercial, because all I can think is...I wonder what it looks like. I wonder what that sound came from. I wonder why this isn't just a preview. 

So You Think You Can Dance. Amazing. Which reminds me of the movie I just saw. Step Up in 3D. And I have nothing to say, besides the fact that I am BFAB. Most. Amazing. Movie. EVER. It's up there with Inception. Quite the accomplishment. It made me want to dance all over, all up in here.

Guitar Frets and life threats to my fretful mind.

I just got a left-handed guitar.

And please don't ask why I got a left-handed guitar instead of a right. 

So far I have learned how to play "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and a few chords. Classy. 

In all seriousness, it feels good to be working on something productive. Lately I just feel like a stick in the mud in terms of getting things done. K-State has this thing where they pile things on innocent, incoming freshman, eagerly sucking money out of their non-existent bank accounts and making alcohol programs and whatnot. (Excuse my sarcasm. I really did learn a lot from the AlcoholEdu Program. I just don't plan on drinking myself silly anytime soon, therefore I saw no point. But I guess they can't believe everyone, now, can they?!) Don't get me wrong. I'm stoked for K-State. I'm not stoked for: 1. being lost. My inner GPS is defective. 2. The possibility of getting the first F in my life. Maybe even an F+. 3. Not having a car. Go me. 4. Having no money. 5. Going to the wrong class (*see 1.)

As you can see, my head is full of frivolous issues that will probably all turn out fine anyway. I just like to throw them out there, by doing so creating some sort of sympathy from my parents and siblings, perhaps friends. 

Have you ever heard of those songs that the title has nothing to do with the song? And You're sitting there for about five hours trying to figure out what they could possibly mean by the title, say, "Cardboard boxes and tree-huggers". And you think it's something deep and meaningful, but then you get on a very reliable site-like Wikipedia-and find out it's about their dog throwing up grass in the yard. I know that's really gross...but it's true. You know what I'm talking about. I know you do.

Forget Katniss...I wanna be Wonder Woman. Or Batman.

When we kids were younger (I sound like my grandparents. "When I was your age.....*mumble, mumble* uphill in the snow...*mumble, mumble*. Only kidding. I listen to my grandparents. You should too. They're like wise ligers in the wilderness). I don't know why I ended those parentheses with a period. I wasn't done with my statement, therefore this whole blog post is grammatically incorrect.

You following me so far?

Good. Me neither.

Anyways. When we kids (a.k.a. me and the sibs. Don't you just love parentheses? My english teacher hated them. But. He always said a little rebellion is good. So. Here goes) were younger (is that redundant? When we kids were younger? Should I really stop using parentheses? Am I even spelling "parentheses" right? Do blogs have spell checks? Am I ever going to get back to my story? Which came first, the lion or the tiger? BOTH. Because God created Ligers too) I always wanted to be the black power ranger. But Jesse made me be the pink one. Does this story have any moral significance? I would say yes; yes it does. People are going to try and make you be something you're not. Even your siblings. You have to rise above such ideas. If you wanna be the black power ranger in life, YOU BE THAT BLACK POWER RANGER! I don't like pink.

Do you ever hear those phrases and think to yourself, wow. I wonder how that phrase came to be.

1. "He/She was thrown under the bus." ?!!!!!!?!!!!!! WHAT?!!!!!! Ok. So things aren't working out for this person. I'm wondering....back in the day.
I looked it up. It's weird. You should look it up. I still think it sounds morbid and cannibalistic.

*Side note: I just went to this site and it said, "unavailable. Site is too busy." Since when is a website too busy? Haha I'm glad Facebook always makes time for me. Facebook is a true website.

2. "Close, but no cigar." Cigars are the official measurement of all things I guess.

Well. That's really all I have. If I think of more I'll just add them in, complete with smart comments and all.

Youth Groupies of Jesus.

It's so refreshing...to be around people that put God first. 
Tonight, I hung out with the youth group, for the first time in a while. And you know what? I was at peace. I felt so whole. And that can only be a God thing. I honestly just feel pure sadness for those that drink the night away, trying to find an inkling of friendship, or crude movies that just seep into your heart and make you feel...well...cruddy. It just felt like...home, as Janelle so aptly put it. 

Unrelated note. The other day I was listening to my morning David Jeremiah. He told this awesome analogy about riding a tandem bicycle with God. He said, “When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long trails up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds; it was all I could do to hang on!! Even though it looked like madness, He said, “Pedal!” I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are You taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. And I'm beginning to enjoy the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says..."Pedal." Beautiful. Jesus take the handlebars. I'm going to add my own bit to this analogy...

"So I pedal. I begin to grow frustrated and bored of the same scenery after a while. So I tell God to pull over; I want to drive. I know it's not a good idea; I've never been here before...and I'm not sure of the way. But God simply gives me the front seat. Before I know it, I've gone off-course. We soon are stuck in a deep rut, and night is falling. Wait...we?! I begin to look around frantically. I cannot see my Lord anywhere. "Lord!" I cry out. "Where are you? I'm lost! So lost..." Suddenly, the Lord is there. He smiles and says, "how was driving?" You begin to realize just how unequipped you are to lead this mission. "Lord...I'm ready for you to take the front seat again. And I'm willing to sit back...and pedal." You both ride away, into the treacherous hills and sweet pastures with rolling waters beyond."

Well. Kinda corny. But I love this analogy. It's just such an amazing gift; that God's grace surpasses all. He is willing to take any burden, any time. And He is always listening. To 6.7 billion people. Each one.

I wanna be Katniss. Pleasekthnxbye.

I have Hunger Games FEVAH. I just love the books. So much. I wish I could audition for the part of Katniss. PSH. Right. Probably not pretty enough, or whatever.

Today. I hit my head on a loft bed. And I felt concussed from here to Ireland and back. I've never heard myself utter so many Mother-Of-Pearl-and-all-that-is-holy-on-this-earths in my life. It hurt. My head is still aching. 

I love Radinas. They have amazing creme sodas, as I found out today. The plan is to try all the flavors. That's the plan.

Heroes

I have had many people in my life that I would consider heroes. While my family holds the highest esteem in my list, I would like to talk about others. These people have had impacts in my life, whether large or small, and have pushed me or encouraged me in my daily walk with Christ and just life in general.

1. My friends- It's such a cliche, but my true friends have been there for me, through thick and thin, no matter what, honest-to-goodness, Christian sisters, loving, awesome, friends. 'Nuff said.

2. Charles Bascom- This man is such a testimony to a deep and personal relationship with Jesus Christ. He loves everyone and has such a heart for God. He is such a funny guy!!! Not a day has gone by where I haven't laughed at one of his intelligently-laid jokes. Him and his wife are such beautiful, Godly people, and if ever I needed a marriage mentor or just someone to go to when I needed a "faith-lift" (face-lift-->faith-lift. I think I heard it somewhere) they are the go-to people.

3. Mrs. B- For the sake of privacy I will use her nickname...but wow. What can I say? Teacher, mentor, and friend. She has guided me through the last three years of high school, and without her I would not be where I am today; with all of my hopes and dreams. I have laughed, cried, and talked her ear off in that tiny, music-filled office of hers. She is a Christian ally and I honestly don't know what else to say besides I love her like an older sister.

4. The Vaughan family- Each person in this family has played such a surprising role in my life. Mr. V with his advice and critique- I don't know why this guy ever found an interest to take the time to give me the constructive criticism I desperately need...but he does. After every show. Everyone else would tell me I'm amazing, but he had the guts to tell me I had talent...but I need to hone it. Kate-So unique!!! She has always been there to give me encouragement and love. She's also so fashionable :) her fiery spirit is sometimes just the thing I need. Mrs. V- such a sweetheart. I love her heart and she has always offered her home. One time I needed a prom dress, but I didn't have the money. They gave me 200 dollars. Wow. That's all I could say at the time so I wouldn't start crying at such generosity. 

5. The McBrians- every Summer we work a funnel cake stand owned by these lovely people, and it never ceases to amaze me how much I learn from them not only about greasy foods and the best Lemonade you've ever tasted, but just about life in general. They are so kind-hearted and generous. They give out so much free food and they always have such great stories to tell. Today, I told Mrs. M I wanted to do Broadway. I mentioned that it was a rather lofty goal, and she told me, "It doesn't matter. You always set your sights at 100%. Even when it doesn't work out, it's okay. Because you know you tried." It was such beautiful advice and I hope to never forget about them and what they've done for me. McBrians, if you're reading this? You'll always have free tickets to my shows. I will do my best to get there. And if I don't? You'll be getting free art. :)


These are just a few of many. But they were the first to come to my mind. I'm sorry this is long...but...no one's really there to read it anyway haha

I'm tired.

There, you see?!!!! THAT was the shortest blog ever.

Guinness work. Not genius. Guinness. And when I say Guinness, I mean you need to take yourself outside of your comfort zone and think outside that box.

I'm also tired, kinda sorta ish.

Shortest blog ever.

A

Why do I stay up so late?

I like movies. I really do.

Maybe it's the actress in me. I don't know.

People...are judgy. Way too quick to judge. And when they're jealous? Even quicker. Sometimes I want to shake people, and tell them to get over themselves. Because there are starving children in Africa. Really.

This may be the shortest blog in the history of blogs. But who's counting?

Stupid. So stupid.

I'm a chicken killer.

I can't believe it.

Today at work, I decided to collect the eggs...and came back inside to make breakfast burritos. As soon as I crack the first egg, blood flows everywhere, and I see this tiny, dark ball of something fall out. It was a baby CHICK. DEAD. Turns out, my boss had been trying to hatch some chicks, and the hen had just stepped off them for a bit. Oh my LANTA. I'm a chicken killer. I feel awful. People thought it was gross...I just thought it was sad. Ugh. 

I hate fights. Especially when it's with someone you love. You know you're both wrong...but it's just so hard to choke it out. Until it's too late. And they've walked away, like usual. 

I don't have anything else to report. I've hit a stalemate. Work, work, work.

Bread of Life

Today. Sunday. It's a day for Jesus, people!!! Well. Every day should be the day for Jesus. 

Today the Coffeys were back for a brief respite from missions in Tajikistan. It was really great to hear about all they've done over there, and it just made me more hungry for my missions in Africa. Brian mentioned how bread is very important to the Tajiks, and how if you say that Jesus is the bread of life, it clicks for them. And that got me to thinking. Isn't God so amazing that he makes our cultures so different and beautiful? That even something as simple as bread (life bread, mind you) can breach a barrier. And it made me realize that you don't have to be an eloquent speaker to be able to share the power of Jesus Christ with someone. I hope that makes you think, too. 

Another cute thing was when one of the little boys in our church said a prayer for the Coffeys. It was very soft and hard to hear, but I started crying. God heard him perfectly. He was so earnest and innocent, and I just wanted to hug him. I feel that we should love like children (Matthew 19:14), and question about God, rather than simply question God.

That reminds me. I got a letter from my Compassion Child the other day. (Compassion International Is a way that you can sponsor and send money to a child in an impoverished area so that they can do more in terms of schooling and learning more about God. If you want to learn more, visit  

That reminds me. I got a letter from my Compassion Child the other day. (Compassion International Is a way that you can sponsor and send money to a child in an impoverished area so that they can do more in terms of schooling and learning more about God. If you want to learn more, visit http://www.compassion.com/. It's not super expensive and it can change a child's life. Okay. Sorry about the commercial break). Anyway, his name is Ibrahim. He's 12 and he lives in Burkina Faso. It made me tear up a bit, not gonna lie. It was just really great to see how my money can impact a child, and just by reading it how much he loves the Lord. This sponsorship has sated my want to go over to Africa a bit, and I can't wait to see what it will bring. Praise God.

Addicted.

Hi. My name is Bekah Bailey, and I'm addicted to Bejewled and Family Feud. Thank you.

Facebook is offering so much more to me than it did a day ago, mainly, the games. Bejeweled is kinda like RemovEm. 'Cept cooler. And I didn't know why everyone was playing it all the time and it was taking up my home page and I was like wow people get a life there's more than just sitting around the house on the computer playing dumb games that have absolutely nothing to do with the world outside. But I'm telling you now...this game is AWESOME. Complete with creepy man voice telling me my time is up.
Family Feud is cool too. Only problem is, you can only play 2 games every 10 hours or something ridiculous like that. Pft. What, do they think we're actually gonna pay for this crap?!!! No thanks.

Ran about 5 miles the other day. Wow. Never thought I'd be saying that. Hey I'm getting there!!! Half marathon, here I come!!!!!

Nursery Rhymes are creepy.

1. Humpty Dumpty has a great fall and breaks his head and no one can fix him. ?!!!!

2. Ring Around the Rosies is a story about the Bubonic Plague and people dropping dead. So they'd put roses in their pockets. CHILDREN SING THIS. How delight-flippin'-ful.

3. Rock-a-Bye-Baby. The child is rocking. Suddenly, a sudden gust of wind sends the cradle tumbling down and the baby to it's most-likely death. How cute!!!!

4. Jack and Jill. Jack gets a concussion or goodness knows what else, and Jill pulls a Lemming/Princess Bride/starcrossed lover moment and follows after him. I'm sure they both end up with a little more than a bump. Wonderful.

5. Old Mother Hubbard. Goes to the cupboard to get her dog a bone. But. There's nothing there. Does she feed her dog something else in the meanwhile? NO. It says the poor dog had none. NONE. Inhumane. PETA would be all over her face. 

6. Old woman who lived in a shoe (notice a lot of them are about old women?) running a miniature orphanage. And she spanks her children. Now, I have nothing against spanking children. But all it says is that she spanks them, then sends them off to bed. Did they even do anything?!!!! I mean, there's always at least one kid in the bunch. But ALL of them? Crikeys.

7. The Lady who swallows a fly. DARN RIGHT I don't know why!!!!!!!!! Idk if this is a legit nursery rhyme. But it's creepy, so it probably is. "Hey kids, guess what she did next?!!" "I-I-I don't w-w-wanna know..." "GUESS, JR.!!!!!" "*crying* o-o-okay. She spits them a-a-all out?" "NO SHE SWALLOWS A HORSE. SHE DIES OF COURSE!!!!!" *hysterical crying amidst a cackling laugh*.

I don't know. Those are just a few of many, I'm sure. The Gingerbread one is pretty whacked too. 


P.S. I HATE bees. Even the wood bees. I don't care that they don't sting you. They're huge and they dive-bomb you and when you accidentally hit them it's like hitting a squishy pellet of danger. I hate bees.

Spangles, it just tastes nasty.

Days to come home from vacation are always the hardest. Ugh.

Because it seems that's when the weight of reality always comes crashing back down on you. Have to finish raising money for tuition and books, have to work on schedule, have to do this...blah.

We saw a homeless man on our way back. I don't care when people say it's probably their fault and they deserve it. My heart still aches for them and I just want to help them. I wish we'd had food. My dad told me that he used to help homeless people and he even gave a guy a ride once. I wish I could do that. But it's probably not the best idea for a teenage girl to go picking up random homeless guys. Not recommended.

Well. It's kind of nice to be home though. In my own bed. AND. Got a lot of my Fall wardrobe in the books.

Have you ever thought about weird phrases? I'll give you one. "Thrown under the bus". What the skylark?!!!! What I want to know is...where did they get that?!!! I want to also see the reaction of the person it was tried on. "So Jimmy was the last in the lunch-line today..." "Yes. Got thrown under the bus again." "WHAT?!!!! Do not speak of such things!!" P.S. I have no idea why they'd be talking about some kid in a lunch-line. Because who cares about a poorly named kid with placement issues? P.P.S. Sorry if you're named Jimmy, or if you're named Jimmy and you always get stuck in the back. Trust me, I know that feeling.

What am I even talking about? Idk.

Spangles does NOT taste better, contrary to popular commercial. I had their Mushroom Swiss. It was okay, but definitely NOT worth $3.00. And their cookie dough mudslide was not good at all. And it was as much as the burger. What in the globe.

Old Ladies, Jesus and Ghana.

Today we went out to eat with grandma's bridge cronies. It was AWESOME. Whoever says hanging out with old ladies is boring needs to go stick their heads in a bucket of ice. It was grandma, Millie and Kathy. OMG. They rock my socks. First of all, they just talk. Not boring or useless. They love the simple things and that's what I like. They aren't self-centered and they like to ask about YOU. Kathy is hilarious. She told this funny story about her friend Doug, who was in the hospital. She called him one day and he was gone. "Where the Heck is Doug?!!!" Except she didn't say heck. I think that's why I thought the story was so funny. You'd never expect that out of her mouth, she's so sweet. Millie was excited because she'd gotten a hearing aide. I don't know. It was just a fun time. Like I said, my grandma is very close to Jesus in my opinion. So I will view her friends with the same biased ideas in my mind haha

Next, we're off to the Bailey grandparents for swimming at Stephens lake, then dinner. My has been at home working, but he came to Columbia today, so he'll be there.

Why is my writing so boring? Idk. I guess because I don't have much of a life. But I'm on vacation. Give me a break. I don't have to think on vacation.

I love my grandpa's keyboard. It's very clicky-clacky. I love keyboards like that. It just makes me want to type endlessly.

Their shower is pretty nice too.

You know it's a nice house when the bathroom has matching towels and flowers and rugs and curtains. Cute.

World Cup. I never thought I'd find a sport that I'd really love besides the Olympics. I'm obsessed. I LOVE SOCCER. My vote was for Ghana, after they beat the U.S. They lost. LAME SAUCE.

Well. Today was a grand day of shopping. Whopee!!!! Got some new clothes. Surprise, surprise.

Levi, my little brother, is quite the git at times. I read his texts today (I'm a snoopy snoop. I don't care) and he was talking to his buddy about how he dreads the car ride with us over here and both his sisters are being annoying and acting like they know everything for attention. Psh. As if HE doesn't do that all the time. I know for a fact he wears his aviators and walks around acting like nothing can touch him and acts like he's cool is just an act for attention. So you see Levi? Everyone has something about them that's annoying or attention-getters. You have your fair share, sir. You annoy me too sometimes. So whaddya think about that, eh?!!!!

Had to rant. I don't care if he sees this.

Grandma used the phrase "ugly as sin" today. Hilarious. I'm totally using that now.

Laters.

I honestly don't know.

So I look down at my earlier Toy Story Post...and it's in a different language. It looked like flipping Hieroglyphics. And I should get a gold star for spelling Hieroglyphics right the first time. Thanks.

Well. I'll tell you something priceless. Advil PM. I just took two. Judging by how foggy my noggin feels at the moment, I will probably be knocked out for the next two days.

I hate how some people feel that the world owes them something. You know what I mean? I'm sure I do it all the time, but as I'm in a rather obnoxious, hypocritic mood, I figured it wouldn't hurt. Hey. Hello. The world does not owe you ANYTHING. There are starving children in Africa and you walk around in all of your...pompousity (it didn't spell check this word. Is pompousity a word? I really don't think it is. Maybe I didn't spell Hieroglyphics right. Now I'm second-guessing myself. HOORAY FOR PARENTHESES AND FLAMING!!!!!!! Two things my english teacher absolutely HATES. Hm. Well, since I'm in an obnoxious mood. And, I'm going to use pompousity. Def: to be an absolute slimy git and act like you're better than everyone else and act like the world owes you something).

Despite my parenthetical madness, today went swimmingly. We are in Columbia, MO, visiting the grandparents. Isn't that convenient? They live miles away from each other. And did I mention I love my grandparents? I really do. If I could compare someone on earth with Jesus, it would be grandparents and Charles Bascom. Saints, I tell you. And them spoiling me with donuts and clothes has nothing whatsoever to do with that vote.

Yesterday driving over was quite the adventure. Later in the night we (we being Janelle, Levi, my mother dearest and I) were so giddy we were laughing about the dumbest things. We saw a sign for a place called Blimpie's. Awful name. There are so many negative connotations you can get from that. I think it was a little past my mom's bedtime as well. Levi asked what Lemmings looked like. Her immediate response? "Penguins." Um. Lemmings look like slightly deranged prairie dogs, mom. And, when she was driving, she glances quickly over her shoulder and mumbles under her breath, in a British accent no less, "ahnd now for our fahst drohving lesson: Mohtahsahcahlihsts." (Translation: and now for our first driving lesson: Motorcyclists). So then we all started giving driving lessons in British accents. It was MLIA-worthy. EXCEPT MY LIFE IS FAR FROM AVERAGE, YA WORTHLESS DUDS!!!!! I'M A CITIZEN AND I APPLY MYSELF!!!!

I really wasn't angry. I was just flaming for the heck of it.

Flaming: Def: to type in all-caps. Ex: FLAMING SOUNDS LIKE A HOMOSEXUAL CONNOTATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For better results, add extra exclamation points on the end.

OK. Now that you've read through this entirely pointless blog post...read some more!!!

P.S. Tonight, I watched Julie & Julia (note: I wrote the title exactly how it is, ampersand and all). It inspired my to get off my non-blogging butt and, well...blog. So. Here goes. I know that it's rather pointless, because absolutely no one reads them. But maybe someday I'll be famous and make lots of money and bored people with boring lives will read it. Someday. That's what I have to look forward to. Writing bland blogs for bland people. Say that five times fast.

Vets and Losers

Well. Today, I worked. Then I went with my dad to try and wrangle our sweet Mickey to the vet. She's stubborn as a mule when it comes to the vet...but I can understand. She's scared. When we got there she would cower behind the plastic chairs, as if to make herself invisible. As soon as she would hear a door open somewhere in the building, she would rush to the door, almost running headlong into it in the process. If I didn't feel so bad for her, I would have laughed. The checkup took forever, especially since the vet talked our ear off about his farm back home. It was quite the adventure. Mickey got to sit in the air conditioned car for once, though, so I think the ride home was more of a relief to her than anything.

Got home. Went for a run. I've decided to run a half marathon in October. That's the goal, anyway. could be closer to a 5K if I can't keep up with heavy training. I've been moving my mileage up once a week. This week is 4 miles. I might have to do two weeks of 4 miles...haha. My mom and I have been watching the show, "Losing it with Jillian", Jillian Michaels of "Biggest Loser". Jillian is a tough cookie, and she yells at everyone. So when I run, or overeat, I just imagine Jillian yelling, "You big, fat loser!!!!!! STOP EATING AND GO RUN 10 MILES!!!!" It works....most of the time.

"These commands I give to you today shall be on your heart..."

So I've decided that I want to try and run a half marathon in October. It's going to take some training and self-control...but Lord knows I need that.

Speaking of Lord...I've been thinking about some things and not to mention learning as of late. Since no one even reads this I don't mind rambling a bit.

1. Going to church DOES NOT make you a Christian. I already knew this, but I heard it at church the other day and it hit me that there are people I know that feel they have a one-way ticket to Heaven through their attendance to church. Which saddens me.

2. God goes off of His time, not yours. I have been feeling recently that all I need to do is move out, get a new job, go to college, etc. But that's not what it's about. I feel like God is tugging gently at my heart and saying, "Stay where you're at, little one. Everything will come in it's own time." I have more to learn at the job I'm at now. I prayed before I went looking for jobs, and I told God to have everyone turn me down if I'm not there yet. I applied for five jobs. I received two rejections and the other three didn't even reply back. It felt like trying to find sponsors for the Miss Kansas Pageant all over again. But I know it was God telling me to slow down. So I did. And you know what? I've been doing perfectly fine. My mom pointed out that maybe God wants me at work to show my boss how to be more compassionate and understanding. And maybe she's right.

2. I don't know if God says things like "little one". But it sounds nice. I like to think of God like that.

3. Sometimes you just have to plain work hard to achieve your goals/dreams. My family hasn't done the best financially, and I've been learning to count it all a blessing. It's really hard to look at other people that have money and don't have to work as hard for the things they want, but having to work hard for what I want teaches me responsibility, and I have found that when you work as hard as you can, you eventually get rewarded and it pays off..

4. Patience. Patience, patience, patience. Getting mad about things gets you no where. "A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger." Proverbs 15:1 When I react angrily, I find that the people around me react just as badly, if not worse. I have a hard time with this, because I have such a quick temper and I am full of pride. But it's just another thing that I have to continually ask God to help me with.

5. Just because my college schedule doesn't look great...doesn't mean it isn't. Random.

Well. S'bout all I have for now. But anyways. I'll be on heya latahhhhhh.

"He answered: 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'" Luke 10:27

First day of...Summer?

Yesterday was the first day of Summer.

No. I don't believe that. We were getting heat a month ago. And I'm already sick of it. Bring on the Fall. Not a big fan of super cold or super hot.

Did you know that you can put out pans of vinegar to get rid of unwanted smells? Yeah. I know. And you're probably asking the same question I asked. "But...uh...doesn't it...uh...leave the smell of...vinegar?" NO. It does not.

I'm still somewhat afraid of the dark on some occasions.

Bye.

Toy Story 3

Sooooo...Toy Story 3 came out the other day.

That makes me feel so OLD.

I was, what, four when the first one came out?!! But I loved it. My siblings and I would watch it at least once a week. I loved the pure innocence of it, and the ideas within the movie held true with every childhood dream I had. I would even find myself willing my stuffed animals alive, and I would open doors quickly to try and see if my Raggedy Ann Doll was reading a newspaper while I wasn't looking. I may not have believed in Santa Clause, but I believed in my toys, which was even better in my mind. The human imagination is such an amazing and wonderful thing, especially in a child. So Toy Story 3 just had better be good. There's no other options. My imagination depends on it.

I've grown up with Toy Story. I love how every time it's come out, each age level has appropriated my own. I'm about to head off to college, as is Andy. It's almost like Toy Story 3 will be my final farewell to those things I held dear in my childhood. I think back with fondness to my Raggedy Ann, my stuffed animals, my Cat in the Hat books, my Barbies, my Polly Pockets, and so much more. They are reduced to memories, but oh, what memories they are!!!!!

So. Here is my dedication and my salute to Toy Story. Thanks for growing up alongside us.

Sorry this is so long. I was feeling like a sentimental fool.

Inspiration from Betty Crocker.

So tonight, I decided to look through the cookbooks that my parents got me for graduation.

Let me tell you something. I'm hyped.

I'm a burner. A burner is a type of person that burns everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. I burn RAMEN NOODLES. That's how bad I am.

So honestly? This whole wanting to cook thing probably isn't going to turn out so great. But. I need to learn sometime. And I don't usually get this excited about cooking so that must mean it won't end in smoke alarms blaring this time.

I hope.

Flooding...why do all of my titles have to do with rain?

The other day at the Satzler's, where I work, I was stranded. Yes. It was a torrential downpour, and their creek flooded right over the bank!!! It was crazy. The first flood I've ever been in. The house really wasn't too bad...It was more scary than anything. At the end of the night my arms were sore from lifting the heavy shop Vacs full of water. Both my bosses were stuck on the other side...they had come back too late. Oh well. We did fine on our own. We figured we had dumped a little over 400 gallons of water. Sheesh.

And guess what?! It's raining today!!!! YAYYYYY the last thing I want to see. I am turning tail and RUNNING...let me tell you!! I'm a little sick of water. Haha

But anyways.

Raining Cats and Dogs and awful cooking

Ah, blogging. It's rather like a mad mix between Twitter and Facebook...but so much better! Where else can I tweet AND post notes at the same time?

A little about myself. I am a recent Graduate of Riley County High School. I will be attending Kansas State University in the Fall, studying Art, Music Theater (Theatre, for the fancier types that spell color "colour"), and Dance. My family is very important to me; I have three siblings. Jesse (19), Janelle (17), and Levi (15). My parents are pretty cool too...I won't tell you their ages though. I also have a wonderful boyfriend Eric. I have a dog named Mickey (she's a girl. Surprise!) and a cat named Oreo. Guess what colors she is?!!! We're such an original family.

This is so fun! I love typing randomly and aimlessly about things that I pretend to understand. Honestly? I'm a horrible cook, and I made the remark today to my mom that I'm going to be an even more awful parent. I simply have so much to learn...

But that's the fun part, isn't it. :)