Ok So my best friend since...well...since I remember  just hurt himself...again. We'll see if he has to have surgery. :-\ Hopefully he won't have to have it! It's really bad timing because he's almost done with the school year and it's pretty much the busiest time. It amazes me that God has given me a friend like him for so long. His plans are so past our understanding. Who would have thought that our parents would have ended up at the same church, and that we would have grown up together to become the friends we are now. Better friends now that he's in college and I'm about to graduate high school. I hate to say it...but he's learned a few things about life...things that I hadn't learned yet. Could it be...that he is wiser in some areas than I am now? I can actually learn stuff from him??? WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?! Who knew that just watching tv could be fun just because you have a friend to watch it with? Hahaha. ^_^ Well...I should probably go. Only one more hour! Readers...please...never take for granted friendships. If you have a good one...hold on to it at all costs. They are hard to find!! BYEZ! :-B

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Dreams

Being a senior in high school has its perks. Getting out half days is definitely great...if you don't fill the free time with extra-curricular activities plus overtime. Getting to walk down the hallways knowing you're the most experienced class, and that you DO influence the younger kids (for good or bad) is pretty cool as well. This position is a hard one to be in, though, especially when your creative abilities are bound by a teacher who assigns you to a group for projects. Take Sweetflame, for instance. This is a sweets and treats business created for a project, but I want it to be so much more! I am excited, and can not stop making plans and tweaking the products to look and taste even better. Today, I made my first official business appointment with a cupcake store in Greenville. It felt grand. The shine soon wore off, however, when one of my teammates bailed on me, causing this appointment to look fake and unprofessional. What is a dreamer to do? I suppose it is no new thing to face obstacles when pursuing dreams, but it stinks. ^_^ Should I even tell them about the potential opening for an actual location in the mall? Would they even care? *sigh* We'll see. Maybe I'll be forced to go it alone......then again, that may be for the best. ;-)

Supper

What does a kid want more than anything else when coming home from a long, tedious day of learning? FOOD, of course! Every teenager has been there. You know what I mean. Those instances when you open the refrigerator door, find nothing that you can easily pick up and eat, and close the door only to come back ten more times even though you KNOW there will not be anything new. Yes, those times. We Americans have houses full of food, yet we can never find anything to eat after school! It is irritating! Today I came home to a pot of boiling chicken. I was hungry, but I took a walk instead. When I came back, I made the discovery that my mother had gone to the grocery store. She came home without any real food, however. This is definitely America. "Fridges, fridges, everywhere, and not a bite to eat." ^_^

A Special Memory and the Importance of Chocolate

As a child, I ran around everywhere! There was not a corner top, kitchen cabinet, or underside of a bed that I didn't examine thoroughly. There was always one place, though, that awed me with its complexity and mystery - that was my sister's room. I was almost never allowed inside, but my curiosity was only heightened. I exercised the "I'm not touching you!" principle by sitting just outside her door frame and watching her. Needless to say this did not encourage sisterly love. I adored my sister, and I remember the day she started "Sister Night". She had saved up her allowance and ordered pizza just for us, and took me into her room to eat it! What's more, she let me sit on her really high bed as I had dreamed of doing forever! We ate our food (cheese pizza had never tasted so good) and then my sister read me the first few chapters of the book she had been writing! I almost died from excitement! She turned on some Enya (Paint the Sky with Stars has been my favorite since) and asked me to help her pick out and outfit for her upcoming youth group activity. I felt like crying. We both started getting tired, and she surprised me yet again by allowing me to have a sleepover in her room! She probably didn't realize it at the time, but that is a night I will never forget. I went to sleep as the happiest kid in the world and dreamed about my future with the best sister anyone could ever ask for.

CHOCOLATE

Every girl knows that chocolate has magical properties. It is a temporary balm for hurt pride and broken hearts. I believe it is a natural craving for us at...certain times. What girl can resist the smooth, melt-in-your-mouth texture or that sweet balance between sugar and bitterness? As each girl is different, so her choice in chocolate differs. Cathy loves dark chocolate, while Jamie adores milk chocolate Hershey's bars, and Christina loves Cookies-n-Cream white chocolate bars. Chocolate is a sign of love.It says volumes more than roses or cards, although a kiss still wins. ;-) (not that I would know **halo**) Chocolate - NOT diamonds - is a girl's best friend. Does a girl run to her diamond necklace right after she gets dumped? Does she grab her diamond ring while watching a movie at a sleepover? No! A girl's blood, I am convinced, is at least one percent chocolate. I suppose I have just shown the key to my heart. ^_^ (or have I?)

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A Special Gift I've Given 12/7/09

The most special gift I've given also happens to be the one that was wasted. Let's call the recipient "Rich Younge Manne" for ease of storytelling. When I met Rich, I immediately started planning the perfect Christmas gift for him. After countless hours of conversations and games, it came to me. Every word he spoke after that made my gift seem more and more ideal. After a year or two of saving and a lucky shopping trip on vacation (I have no use for vacation money allowed me, so I Christmas shop whenever I get it", I was ready to wrap it and send it to its home. I can still feel the cool, smooth wrapping paper as I put each fold in its place and taped it down, careful not to wrinkle even an inch. A ribbon here, a name tag there, and I hid it away until the night of my birthday party. The wait was complete and agonizing torture, especially since I had already ruined his surprise for me. I knew that he had gotten me an amazing gift, and beating him at this game made it all the more exciting! The night arrived. My house was full of noise, laughter, and the smell of cookies. My gift was too  special to be given in public, so I brought Rich onto the deck, Carl's voice echoing gfrom the game room. The large package was waiting for him on the rail. I held my breath as he tore into the paper. I watched his eyes pour over the leather case. Slowly he unzipped it to reveal the brand new ESV Life Application Study Bible. He fingered through it briefly, and then, being bored, he found the stiff Celtic journal under it. Afraid to speak, I pointed to it, and he began to read the "dedication". Days had been spent thinking of the truest and most accurate words. He closed the brown case, looked me in the  eyes, said his solitary "thank you", and gave me a hug. The monotone of his voice, his restless air, and the words that followed ("Is that it? Can I go inside now?") confirmed the horrible sick feeling in my stomach. I nodded to acknowledge that there was no more, and I could not keep my eyes from watering as I watched him take that precious gift that would probably gather dust under his bed and rush inside to greet everyone loudly. Although I know better now, that evening I was overwhelmed with the knowledge that it wasn't the gift that wasn't special enough for him, but me.

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Siblings

The gift of a brother or sister, to me, is probably the most precious. Having an older sister is my most treasured earthly "present" (for lack of better word). What good is a movie with no one to laugh or cry with you? Or a video game without someone's score to beat? Or a book or music with no one to discuss it with? Or a giant gameroom with no one to help you fill it with noise? I should think it would be a very dull life, indeed. My sister helped me through almost every major happening in my life, and taught me to turn to God always, because people will always fail at some point. She inspired me to work hard at school and reminded me that everyone has at least one problem they struggle with. She taught me about late night theological debates with people halfway around the world. She taught me about work that doesn't pay, like constant, heart-straining prayer for someone having a life struggle. My sister is so much better than I could wish to be. I think that, if I could possess even an ounce of her strength or faith, it would make such a difference. I thank God every single day for giving me a sister!

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Greetings from a Furball

Aloha! I love to write, and I love to think. My notebooks have become a little too full, so I have decided to create this blog as an outlet. Read it or not. I don't care. That's your prerogative, but I guarantee that these pieces of my mind will make you either smile or become scared. ;-P To those who know me I welcome you, and hope you don't write anything embarrassing...and to those who have just found me or don't know me that well, I am glad you've decided to stop by my page! I'm a simple girl (no comments, guys...<_<)>
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