A Choice

"Happiness is a Choice"

That's what my dad always says.

We have a lot of choices, don't we?

Yes, there's the everyday choices everyone has:

Should you wake up to your alarm, or push snooze fifteen times? Should you actually get ready for the day, or wear a hoodie and have your hair in a pony tail.. Again? Should you pay attention in class, sleep, or write on your blog?

But then, there are the bigger choices. Choices with bigger consequences, both good and bad:

Should you go to church, or sleep in? Should you answer the three am call from my suicidal friend? Should you hurt yourself again? Should you listen to them, or live your life for you?

Everyone has the choice. The choice to be happy, the choice to smile and sing and laugh. The choice to dream, and fulfill your dreams. The choice to live life to its fullest. No one should get in the way of your dreams. Of your happiness.

Everyone should have a choice, a chance, to choose.

Ouchy Wa Wa

Spring break is a Cruel, Cruel taste of the summer that is yet to come..

Including Sleeping in, Staying up way to late, being Stress Free, Hangin... Scratch that: Chillin with friends. And, Of Course, The Sunburn.

This beautiful word, I just happen to hate at the moment.

A LOT.

Let me express to you, my feelings: I HATE SUMBURNS!!! SO FREAKIN BAD (So bad... Buy all of the things I never had...) Musical moment, Name that Song.

Last night was pure Torture. And now when I say torture, I mean one of the worst nights of my life. No joke.

I usually stay up until eleven, twelve, give or take the night. But last night, I stayed up until three-thirty. Just a little later than I had planned on.

You see, I sunburned my back and sholders when I went to Vegas the last weekend of the glorious soring break. I was there for a Feis (Irish Dance Competition). And, of course, it was Outside. Being the blonde I am, I forgot sunscreen. And in between my competitions, I would take off my dress. Wearing only a tank top and bloomers. Not. Smart.

Stinging and itching. I was hyper-ventilating and breathing hard, causing me to get a bit dizzy. I couldn't stop shaking and twitching. Tensing up and arching my back. I couldn't handle it all, and I was even half screaming. Not being able to even move.

At exactly twelve- thirty- something, I went into my parents room crying. Yes I don't like admitting the tears, but there were a lot.

Asking for a blessing, I thankfully got one from my loving pops. And my mom got me a oatmeal bath. And no, it did not help. We tried so many different things. Neosporin, special cream, ice, cold water, you name it- we tried it.

Finally my dad went to Walmart and got a magical tropical spray that was supposed to help it. And by now, it was about two in the morning. Spraying it on made it sting, and it still does when I put in on. But It still helped, a bit.

Finally, at three-thirty last night, I fell asleep. With a dear, dear friend calming me down and helping me the whole time. Oh so grateful for him.

This morning I went to school, and then got checked out of second period to go home because it hurt so badly. Went back to fourth to take a test.

They say the third day of a sunburn is the worst, the hump.

I hope they're right.

WEEELLLLL
It's been a while, eh?
While I've been gone I have:

• Gone on a magic carpet ride
• Proposed to a Kangaroo
• Become a champion pogo-stick jumper
• And not done any of these things

Now I know you're wondering, Why In The World Is This Girl Writing All This Pumpkin Seed Jucie??
Well, I have this dear friend named Lama and he desided that we were going to play. Okay, well we both decided.
So he got here and he showed me his piano skills, we ate breakfast for lunch, he showed me an amazing magic trick, and NOW we are writing on our Bloggitys.
Ain't that just grand?
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New Friends

Ain't that feelin great?

Making new friends?

Yeah, it is.

Recently I have been talking to a lot more people than I used to. And by talking to these other people I have developed some new friend ships, I am hoping.

Now, we all hang out all the time! We go around town, or watch a movie, or just hang at someones house or the school. It's oodles of fun, I loovve it.

It's honestly an answer to my prayers. They don't know, but a lot of my 'friends' lately have become.. Less friendly towards me, and I still don't know what I did to cause this. But anyways, I have been praying that it will all work out and I can find better friends.

Well, I did! And they're all so amazing.

Thanks guys :)

Heaven

1/2 cup shortening
1 egg
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 cup graduated sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
2 2/3 cups flour
1/2 tsp. salt
Mix the shortening, sugar, egg, vanilla, and sour cream first. Then mix in the rest of the ingredients. Chill for one hour and then roll out on floured surface. Use desired cookie cutters and cook on uncreased pan at 425 degrees for 6 minutes.

A.k.a. Heaven.
Yes, these sugar cookies make me wanna die so I can eat them all day everyday in Heaven. They are so good that the dough is even good!
Now, you cookers out there know that sugar cookie dough isn't the best tasting dough in the world. But once you taste this dough, you might cry. And once you taste the warm, freshly baked sugar cookies you may never want to eat anything ever again.
But you will have to eat cottage cheese and mandarin oranges, broccoli and cheese, lasagna, and Ritz crackers. But thats okay! Because you will soon make yet another batch of Heavenly sugar cookies, and go back to eating the whole batch plus half the dough.
But I don't see anything wring with that.
Do you?

Bff?

I'm confused too.
About two (three?) years ago I made a very dear and close friend. We told each other just about everything that there is to tell a person without, well, exploding. Deepest darkest secrets, biggest fears, life long dreams, problems, happy memories, guilty pleasures, hidden talents, passions, everything. He became the closest friend I ever had and I loved him from the bottom of my heart.
But, around six months ago, this dear friend (who's real name will be remain unknown, but for the sake of this lovely post, we will name Patrick) started to distance himself from yours truly.
Yes, you could say this hurt. Because, quite honestly, it did. I felt oh so alone. But of course, I still had my other friends, my parents, and my sisters. But I guess Patrick was different. Everyone has that one friend, you know? The one you trust with your ever being and you can tell them anything, without being scared or nervous? Yes, that was my Patrick.
Well anyways, like I said, Patrick stopped talking to me. He wouldn't call me, email me, or really say anything to me in any way, shape, or form.
As you would have guessed, I was quite sad. I wanted to cry because I had just lost my best friend. And one day, I asked him what I did wrong. Nothing he said, nothing at all. But why wouldn't he talk to me? I don't know, and he wouldn't and still won't tell me.
I miss my best friend.
I miss Patrick.
But every night I would still pray for my dear friend, and I still do. And I would pray to find a new best friend who would not leave me, and be forever with me. Which, I think, God graciously gave me. We will give him the name of Henry.
Henry is an amazing person. He is oh so strong, with many trials that he has overcome. He is happy, smart, nice, he listens, he helps, and he amazes me every day without even knowing it. He is amazing. I can tell him anything and get his honest opinion and real help. And even better, we trust each other completely. And I don't think he will ever leave like my dear friend Patrick did.
Now, lately me and Patrick have been talking again. For about... two weeks now. But We really haven't 'connected' like we used to. And then he stopped talking to me again for four days. It still makes me sad. But I know I have Henry to help me.
Henry is my best friend.
He won't leave me.

Tell Her She's Beautiful

You are Beautiful.
There is no doubt.
You are Beautiful.
Inside and out.

If you ever have one of those days where you just feel horrible, like someone is pulling and sucking in your insides into a big black hole, just remember: You Are Beautiful.
No, I'm not only talking to you girls. I'm talking to the boys out there too. You all have no idea how amazing and beautiful you all are. I go down the hallways at school everyday just thinking 'Wow. These people are so beautiful.' And I'm being honest. Everyone is so beautiful in their own way. Beauty on the outside, and from inside of you all. Yes, all.
It amazes me how others don't see the beauty from within themselves.

So the next time your having one of those horrible, tear pulling, depressing days, Just remember:
You
Are
Beautiful