Drinking Moonlight And Holding Fireflies
• Aug. 28, 2009 - //And I want to touch things I can't feel/Want a moment to be real/They can't break me, as long as I know who I am//
Random unimportant updates on my life:
Well, life has been pretty smooth lately. Getting ready to start school. I have classes online, on Potters School, this year. Don't know how I feel about that. I'm semi-glad to be starting school again, because it will keep me busy... less time to mope around and feel sorry for myself. ;) But it's still school. And my last year. And I honestly have no idea what I will do next year. So I try to avoid thinking about it.
I've been drawing. A lot. Like my life counts on it. I want to upload stuff onto the computer, but I don't have a scanner. I created a new character. Quin. And I've been drawing him a lot. My style is kind of realistic manga. Yeah. ^_^ I usually don't draw all that much, except to sketch a little when I'm bored, and it's nice to be diving into drawing.
I started Judo the other day. It is sooo good to get back into martial arts. I actually have another class tonight. It's a ground-fighting martial arts, involving throws, falls, and wrestling. The teacher scares me really bad. Aahaha. And not just because he's so blunt. [And he is that.] This sounds mean, but I'm saying it 'cause he's not here to kill me: he looks like a mix between Bilbo Baggins and a Sith Lord. Like, seriously. He scares the crap outta me. 0.0
Anyway, judo itself is really awesome. It's my favorite kind of martial art, and I knew beforehand that ground-fighting was what I really needed. Wrestling is the awkward part. You do it with people of all ages and ranges of experience, and you have to stay close up to the body, with no space between you. But once you know pressure points and grabs it gets easier... more like actual fighting than trying to stay out of a defenseless position for as long as possible.
Last time I was told by the teacher that I was strong and fast. Like, ding dong! Applesauce. Spiders crawling up your back. Static in brain. Head shoots up, chest shoots out, heart skips a couple beats....
Honestly, complements like those are the ones that go straight to my head, even if it was given by Bilbo Baggins. Never give me a complement like that. I have to fight it down for a long time after.
Yesterday I went to a sleepover. Full of girls that I only half-knew or didn't know at all. And now I think I've had enough of girls to last me a lifetime! *gags dramatically*
"Childish, why are you so quiet and antisocial? Come closer and talk with us!"
Me: [thinking: It is quite amusing to watch and observe utter stupidity at a high-energy level. ] *looks up and gives stupid grin* Oh, okay. I don't know much about pregnant men and movie stars, but...."
haha. jk. But honestly, they start talking about nail-polish, and end up talking about steroids and rubber-duckies in a two-minute period of time, practically. And I just.... don't know how to do that. 0.0 To be fair, they are extremely nice girls. I'm just extra odd, I guess.
*Sigh* But I'm doing well. I adjusted back into my normal American life very quickly after getting back from Malawi. No deep depressions like India did to me... tore me up, like a radical trauma, marking a turning point in my life that I couldn't get over for the longest time.
God's been really close to me. He's showed me that nothing I could ever do, or imagine, or become will ever separate me from His love or even make it any less. Do you know how amazing that is? God loves you just as much as He loves a serial killer, or a prostitute, or the worst sinner out there. His love knows no bounds. No human could love you like that. Even when you are in sin, even when you are lost in a storm, even when you have turned your back on Him, He has not turned His back on you. He cannot deny Himself. His blood has power beyond our human comprehension. How dare we say, "I can't go back to God now. He can't forgive this sin again. I've been coming back with this same filth uncountable time. This time He won't forgive me."
He died for that sin, shed His own blood, gave His own life. For you. Nothing can separate us from His love. |
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• Sep. 7, 2009 - Yeah:)
Haha, oh my gosh, I KNOW! Teenage girls can be so tiresome! I have a really close group of friends who I talk things like bible/archeology/politics/antichrist/end of the world stuff with, and that's really cool to be able to have. But the girls in this small town are very obcessed with clothing and makeup and local gossip (all so very cliche) so I don't really have very many close friends outside of my group, just cuz I don't fit in at all. haha. So I feel your pain!
Have a great week! I'm actually posting something tonight, so if you wanna check it out, that'd be okay with me:).
~Lyssa~