to Kira

To my dearest Kira!

Happy birthday, Kira!
I hope you have a wonderful day!

I love you.

From Ding

AAAAANNNNNDDDDD...go!

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FROM ALL OF US TO YOU!!!!!
WE WISHED YOU "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" SO WE CAN PARTY TOO!!!!

Yeah, Daniel and Julia are TWENTY-TWO today!!!!!!
Happy birthday, me hearties!

Have a good one, Dan and Ju!

Ah Lego, the essence of youth.

I would like to wish a very sincere "Happy 50th anniversary" to Lego. You have been a very great part of my childhood and I will never forget the many hours I spent trying to make something that was [and I quote] "way cooler than yours, Christopher." But then, Len would come along with his magnificent airplane and blow us both out of the water. I remember that Len had all of the really cool sets and Christopher and I were never allowed to touch them unless he was there [Christopher and I had the houses and stuff that had tons of pieces missing so you could never build them properly]. Len also had a transport truck , it was so cool. I remember that sometimes, I would build a car (which I thought was wonderful) and Len would laugh his fool head off at it. So I would pretend I meant to make it hideous and I would put it on the float of the transport truck and push it to Len and tell him that my car needed repairs.

Wow, Lego, you really brought the family together. I remember we had the Muis family at our house [the big Muis family] for Christmas and the lego was brought out. There were so many people playing Lego that afternoon. It was incredible.

Therefore, happy anniversary Lego. I hope you continue to make really cool stuff because I'm going to buy you for my kids. [And then I'll play with it...when no one's looking...actually, I'll play with it when people are looking, because I love Lego, a lot.]

Nadinerisms

My brilliant amigo Maria, has coined this most magnificent of words: Nadinerisms.

You would understand if you knew me well and knew my mannerisms [which I shall hence forth call Nadinerisms]. For example, shaking-fist-at-people or the word "Woot" or dancing-on-the-last-day-before-the-holidays or hiding-in-a-flower-bed-placing-hands-on-head-and-stating-most-firmly-"We're-flowers" and other random expressions/hand gestures that I use often and at odd, often unrelated moments.

These are the manneriest of mannerisms.

home is a good place to be

I don't want to be sick anymore.
But I guess I'll have to deal with it.
I don't want to complain anymore either.

...

Today, I went out for tea with Amber, Maria, and Benjamin. It was quite lovely. I laughed a lot. It hurt my sides and my throat. Going to tea with awesome people isn't always a good thing to do when you're tired and sick. But I'm glad we went out. It was needed, I think, and I enjoyed it immensely. Thanks for a good time.

...

I'm glad I'm at home now. Sometimes I really like being at my home. Now is one of those times.
I wish I had more homes, because then I could be happy to be at a lot of places, not just my literal home. I like feeling comfortable and cozy and safe in my home and I wish I felt that way in other places.

...

I think I'm going to finish baking cake and then go to bed and read my Bible for a long time. Because I want to. And need to.

[glare worthy of disintegration]

Flip people! Stay out of my kitchen while I'm baking!

Why do I get so irrationaly angry about things like this?

Halfway, boo yah!

realizations

Sometimes things scare me. A lot. And then I can't get to sleep because I keep reliving the experience and I can't get it out of my head.

Maybe this should happen more. Because it makes me see that I care about people, sometimes more than I realize. Or show.

I've been thinking...

I should probably start reading the book upon which half of my English exam is based.

grapefruit

I ate a grapefruit every day this week.
As a result, I feel very fulfilled because I have never done said action before.

Today I sewed buttons back onto my coat, at school, in the morning, and some people looked at me oddly. But I was okay with that.

I Asked the Lord

I Asked the Lord
John Newton

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace
Might more of His salvation know
And seek more earnestly His face

Twas He who taught me thus to pray
And He I trust has answered prayer
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He'd answer my request
And by His love's constraining power
Subdue my sins and give me rest

Instead of this He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart
And let the angry powers of Hell
Assault my soul in every part

Yea more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low

Lord why is this, I trembling cried
Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?
"Tis in this way" The Lord replied
"I answer prayer for grace and faith"

"These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou mayest seek thy all in me,
That thou mayest seek thy all in me."

you ninny

I decided that I am going to stop my incorrect use of the word "like" because it is improper and against all grammatical rules.

I've also decided that I am going to try to stop my incessant use of the word[for lack of a better title] "ninny".

he said, "I am the light of the world."
Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life."

the banquet

My beautiful amie Maria, and the only other girl at my table!


My stunning date, Calv Hutch, and I.


The bowtie noodles. No, I had never seen them before last night and no, I don't care if you think that's pathetic.


Calvin with his recently aquired bowtie, it accentuates his skin tone quite nicely I think.


The face which Calv and Paulie just had to make with the sauce left on Paulie's plate.


Well, I looked majestic(?), the others all look beautiful and happy.


My brother and I looking very majestic.

To: the Devil

Get behind me, Satan! It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.'
Stop taking my hand and leading me, saying "Come on, this really is 'the Way' "
Stop it, because your way is not the Way. Your way is not God's way.
Stop bringing me to the edge of the pit and throwing me in.

From: Nadine

God, help me to lean on you for all things. Help me to not be lazy. Help me to know that Your Way is the only Way. Help me to stop fighting Your Spirit and allow it to work in my heart and my mind and my life.

muse

My sister's coming over with her daaaaaaaaaaaughter!
Ya de da de ya de da de daaaaaaaaaaa da!

woooooohoooooo!


I should go practice piano. That I should.


By the way, Muse is most excellent.

that's my excitement(?) for the day

I have just successfully applied for university and college. Woo.
The post I imagined about this was much more exciting in my head...


Although, pretty cool thing, I applied for Massage Therapy! Wooot!
Oh man! I'm pretty dang excited about that one...weirdly enough.

insert incredibly pleasant sigh

Today I received the most amazing hug I have ever received before. It was from Maria. I loved it.

Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life."

open the eyes

.....The eye is the most interesting organ in the human body, in my limited experience.
.....Eyes can convey so much. They shed tears, not only when one is sad, but when one is exceedingly happy as well. They crinkle on the edges and twinkle when a person is smiling and laughing. They squish when one is angered or frustrated. They grow when a person is shocked. They fade and dull when a person is weary or tired. They can show pain, exhaustion, happiness, excitement, consternation, determination, joy, sadness, exasperation, irritation, anxiety, hope.
.....The eye varies so much per person. Colour, sensitivity, shape, acuity.
.....There are so many different parts to the eye, it is amazing. There are rods and cones. Rods are for detecting brightness and cones for detecting colour. It's so interesting because your eye receives the light that is reflected off of an object, making it that colour. For example, blonde hair is blonde in your eyes because yellow-ish light is reflecting off of the hair into your eyes. And the rods and cones in your eye can detect different intensities of colour and different colours.
.....Eyes are so crazily intriguing. I just can't get over it.
.....I remember I dissected a cow's eye in Biology. It was remarkable. I could see all of the parts, the optic nerve, the retina, the lens, the aqueous humour, the vitreous humour, and I can't remember the rest. It was incredible. The light enters the pupil and is focused on the retina by the lens. Then all the rods and cones interact with each other[because of the light] and send messages to the brain regarding colour, contour, and brightness. It's astounding.
.....I hope I never get bored of these kinds of things. I hope I always think about the way things work, I hope I am always fascinated by common, everyday things, like eyes, and other things, like words.


...
If eyes are so amazing, why is it so hard to use them sometimes?
How can we be so willingly blind to the things that are right in front of us?

fix you

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you



Definitely listened to that song way too much yesterday. In fact, past that. It was way too much after the sixth time. Past six times, it was like, "Are you crazy, out of your mind?!?!"

Dear Carol-Lee Joy:
Yes, now I know what you mean.
And yes, sometimes it is nice to cry with someone.
And yes, it is nice to "spill it. all of it."
But sometimes, wouldn't you rather keep it to yourself and hang on to the fact that you have a secret that no one else knows? And wouldn't you rather save it for times when you are alone, when you can bring it out and think about it and cry and not worry about someone's probing eyes searching you and wondering and dying to ask?
From: Nadine

toasted whole wheat bagels

Happy twentieth, Anton.

shut up brain

My brain won't shut up and I'm feeling annoyed/ worried/ distressed/ grumpy/ harassed/ sleep deprived/ fretful/ needing[but not wanting] to talk/ sad/ apprehensive/ uncaring/ morose/ hurtful/ far away from everyone/ resentful/ callous/ introverted/ agitated/ sulky/ taciturn/ inconsiderate/ exhausted/ sorry for self/ irritated/ distant/ uneasy/ hostile/ embarassed/ fatigued/ frustrated/ sullen/ hard/ miserable/ wanting to go outside and yell/ unkind/ cold/ reserved/ displeased/ bitter/ hurt/ withdrawn/ indifferent to everyone/ silent/ anxious/ infuriated/ discouraged/ exasperated/ grouchy/ aggravated/ upset/ cynical/ restrained/ perturbed/ restless/ angry/ selfish.

Stupid brain. Stupid me for thinking.

hmmm

I got up this morning, and I was confronted with my cat. She was eating the plant on the windowsill. It was gross, well, not gross, but quite interesting, I'll tell ya that. You know your mother has gone crazy when she asks the cats if they are sharing the tuna juice she gave them. I laughed. I'm very cold, but I can't find my slippers. My cat is blocking the heat, she's sitting directly on top of the heater. The amaryllis has a new bud shooting up. I found a yo-yo. Sometimes, I am convinced God is crazy. Camp is amazing. We sang around the fire. With people I love. I thought about things and I cried. I want to bake cookies. It cheers me. And right now, no one is awake to steal my batter. I found my slippers and my sweater, but I'm still cold. The puzzle I tried to do yesterday was much too hard, so I did a violin instead. It was easier. Our computer desk is horrendously messy, but I like it. Why is it that when people ask how I'm doing, I can answer that I'm good and they'll believe me, but when I'm thinking, alone or in a group, and I'm lost in my thoughts, they can sense something is up? And, why can't I just say something is, even though I don't know what it is sometimes. Being introverted sucks. A lot. But, I still like it. I have a wierd thought process. I need to get my glasses. I can't see.

foamy hot chocolate

My head hurts, I need to transfer my thoughts somewhere else.

Thanks for the talk Justine.


In other news, Dan can reach past his knees now. Yusssssssssssssss!
HUZZAH!
[it's exciting]

sleep deprived