Friday, 25 September 2009
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WA
In Spanish class, we frequently discuss the topic of ambiguity, or laziness.
This is because the people who invented the Spanish language, were, without a doubt, the least creative and lazy geniuses this world has ever seen. I mean how confusing is it, that one word that means gate, also means fence, door, opening swinging object... etc?! It's maddening I tell you.
In English, mind you, we have entirely too many words sometimes. I'm all for words, but really now, must we honestly state the word superfluous to say unneeded? Why don't we just say unneeded?
Personally, I'm a geek and I adore words so I love saying superfluous in lieu of unnecessary. At least we keep our options open.
However, something more confusing entirely is Spanish. They have ONE word for four or five different things. There is even one word for an entire phrase sometimes. and it gets ambiguous for me. I don't's like it.
Therefore, to express our displeasure and to make ourselves feel better, Colebear and I invented one word.
This is a word one can use to describe *any* extreme emotion.
Ladies and Gentlemen..... BEHOLD!
Wa.
Yes, you read correctly, Foxxy and Vanilla enterprises now have produced- WAIT!
pause..
I'm such a dork.
I sat there, trying a million different ways to say the word "producized" thinking it was the past tense of produce.
Then finally I right clicked it to get a correct spelling and lo, my eyes glaze over the word "PRODUCED"
Ha! Fancy that.... the past tense of produce is produced. Wowzzah. What kind of brilliant scholar thought that one up without informing the stupid of this world? The stupid who live their life to make it more complicated.
*ahem*
We now resume our previously began sales pitch.
This word, produced by Foxxy and Vanilla enterprises, will enable you to clearly express yourself, in any emotion you need to.
Are you immensely angry? WA.
Are you immensely happy? WA.
Are you immensely sad? WA.
Are you immensely bored? WA.
Are you immensely tired? WA.
The possibilities are nearly limitless.
The only instance in which I would not recommend you use this word of amazingness would be that in the situation of childishness. If you are feeling extremely childlike, and you voiced the word WA, it would actually be fitting and make a small bit of sense, therefore the whole effect of the word would be expiated.
We don't want that happening do we?
So tell your friends, neighbors, close enemies, distant enemies, cousins, babies, toddlers, anteaters, and the mailman.
This Word Will Change Your Life.
real life examples can be made available upon request, if xanga will let me upload videos.
So yes, dear ones, remember you are not alone in your boredom, and let us inspire you to reach beyond the dismal rays of dismay, to the overjoyed happiness that can be found in rebellion.
go forth, and conquer.
p.s.
yeah. I hate Spanish.
p.p.s.
Breaking Benjamin's new single rocks like a hailstorm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShtAtZEMGUY
Thursday, 17 September 2009
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time forgets
Music for a rainy week:
In This Life- Jet Black Stare
Tears of Yesterday- Hoobastank
Misfit- Lesley Roy
The Simple Life- Sherwood
Unfold- Marie Digby
Thoughts for a rainy week:
-"you're listening to holocaust music!"
- I'm putting together the most efficient amazing "friend" survey ever. *nod*
- Obama's speech to the kids.. super controversial discussion happened in human relations class.
- fall is here.
-candles make me happy. (yes that was a subtle hint. My birthday is in April)
words for a rainy week:
Psalm 22:1-16|
In You, O LORD, I put my trust;
Let me never be ashamed;
Deliver me in Your righteousness.
Bow down Your ear to me,
Deliver me speedily;
Be my rock of refuge,
A fortress of defense to save me.
For You are my rock and my fortress;
Therefore, for Your name’s sake,
Lead me and guide me.
Pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me,
For You are my strength.
Into Your hand I commit my spirit;
You have redeemed me, O LORD God of truth.
I have hated those who regard useless idols
But I trust in the LORD.
I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy,
For You have considered my trouble;
You have known my soul in adversities,
And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy;
You have set my feet in a wide place.
Have mercy on me, O LORD, for I am in trouble;
My eye wastes away with grief,
Yes, my soul and my body!
For my life is spent with grief,
And my years with sighing;
My strength fails because of my iniquity,
And my bones waste away.
I am a reproach among all my enemies,
But especially among my neighbors,
And am repulsive to my acquaintances;
Those who see me outside flee from me.
I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind;
I am like a broken vessel.
For I hear the slander of many;
Fear is on every side;
While they take counsel together against me,
They scheme to take away my life.
But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in Your hand;
Deliver me from the hand of my enemies,
And from those who persecute me.
Make Your face shine upon Your servant;
Save me for Your mercies’ sake.
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yes.
warning, bright cheery post soon to come.
be not afraid.
Wednesday, 09 September 2009
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for Hannah!
even though neither of us play the guitar...The Lady to Her Guitar-- Emily Bronte
For him who struck thy foreign string,
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spirit--old Guitar?
It is as if the warm sunlight
In some deep glen should lingering stay,
When clouds of storm, or shades of night,
Have wrapt the parent orb away.
It is as if the glassy brook
Should image still its willows fair,
Though years ago the woodman's stroke
Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.
Even so, Guitar, thy magic tone
Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh:
Hath bid the ancient torrent moan,
Although its very source is dry.yep yep yep!
:-}also,
for you,
oh yes!
and a quote!
"Only the skilled can judge the skillfulness, but that is not the same as judging the value of the result."
C.S. Lewis
yes, Boo, I am void of my own words tonight.
I am pretty much feeling the unbrilliant vibes.
:-/
oooh well.
so long, buddy friend!
and buddy friends....
Wednesday, 02 September 2009
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a whisper
suppose....
suppose I couldn't go on
suppose I couldn't bear this burden
suppose I needed an Anchor
suppose I was lost
suppose I lay broken on the floor, calling out Your name
suppose I turned my glistening eyes to You
suppose I need You to hold me so I won't slip over the edge
suppose You sustained me
suppose I saw that if I took Your hand You would guide me
suppose I knew, somehow, all will be well.
suppose You knew Better than I.
You Do.
Has anyone ever noticed that I become extremely laconic when melancholy?
I have.... it's weird. Usually, I would describe myself as.... more talkative.. .ish?
life is simple when it hurts.
It's rather like this cycle of Grace.
Sin--Consequences--PAIN--Repentance--Forgiveness--PAIN--Restoration--Joy
p.s.
thank you for praying.
I am such a fortunate daughter...
and I do, love being strengthened.
Various songs quoted from Evanescence, Third Day, and Rachael Lampa
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
It's been so long since you felt like you were loved
So what went wrong
But do you know there's a place where you belong
Here in my arms
I know that there's an art to starting over again
Knowing God will never waste the pain
You can only try so hard, to right a wrong
This song will only last so long
Life takes time, so let it live alone
God will bring me through, He always does.
Psalm 42: 5-8, 11
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me;
Therefore I will remember You from the land of the Jordan,
And from the heights of Hermon,
From the Hill Mizar.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and billows have gone over me.
The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
And in the night His song shall be with me—
A prayer to the God of my life.
Why are you cast down o my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
For I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
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holding my breath
I wish my life was this song
'cause songs they never die
I could write for years and years
And never have to cry I'd show you how I feel
With out saying a word
I could wrap up both our hearts
I know it sounds absurd
...........
The way that I feel tonight so down so down I pray I can swim just so I won't drown and the
Waves that crash over me I am gasping for air take my hand so I can breathe as I write this
Last song down
...........
I can't tell how this last song ends
-Secondhand Serenade, The Last Song Ever
Oh, my God is so good.
He is.
He has brought me strength, He has led me through the night.
But tonight, Father, I'm hurting again... I am immensely grateful for all Your work, You truly are...
my everything,
all in all.
and I am grateful.
She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong,
but she still sleeps with her light on,
and she acts like
It's all right on, as she smiles again her mother lies there sick with cancer,
and her friends don't understand her,
she's a question without answers,
who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless,
but she needs to find her purpose,
she wonders what she did to deserve this and..
She's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out,
'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you,
and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out,
I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about.
He tells everyone a story,
because he thinks his life is boring,
and he fights
so you won't ignore him,
because that's his biggest fear,
and he cries,
but you'll rarely see him do it.
He loves, but he's scared to use it.
So he hides behind the music, 'cause he likes it that way.
He knows,
He's so much more than worthless,
he needs to find the surface,
because he's starting to get nervous.
She's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out,
'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you,
and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out,
I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about.
Thousand Foot Krutch- This is a Call
I am not without hope.
I *do* trust You, Father.
Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.
-C.S. Lewis
Thank you for this hurt.
I rest in the Omnipresent Arms that are ever holding me.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
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tender excellence
“We must be our own before we can be another's.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson had quite a point. But I would firstly point out we are our own through the redemption of our Creator. Before being anyone else's here on earth, I must first be defined by my Father... that's part of the whole "becoming Amanda" stage I am going through. *smile* It's such a hassle, but the rewards are innumerable.
How could I ever not know how splendid it is to be myself?
yes, I still question the sanity of these nutty people who put up with me, however at the same time,
I love being Amanda.
Psalm 18:32
It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect.
Amanda isn't strong, but her God is. He gave her a portion of His strength to be made manifest.
*hums*
thankful to be me?
o yes.
I have far too many wonderful, dear, precious, irreplaceable friends and relatives .
with them, and My Father's Love,
life isn't all hurt.
my dear Emerson also said
when it is darkest, men see the stars
ah yes.... the stars.
Thank You for these stars. these sparkling, glorious, goofy beings You have placed in my life, these gifts from Your arms, these gentle breezes that bring hope.
I blink away tears as I speak these words.
His grace, is, abundant.
music moves me...
Look Ups for This Week:
Faber Drive: When I'm With You
Rascal Flatts: Here
Faith Hill: Wish for You
Jay Sean: Down
Plain White T's: Let Me Take You There
*nods*
yes... just a few selections this week has brought to my attention.
He is good, and His mercy enduresforever.In my lifetime I have insisted so many things will last forever.. but sometimes they don't.
One assurance I can count on is His power and mercy. forever.
I love, I am filled, and I am here.
before I go, I must add the lyrics to a new Christian song...
I'm usually not into much Christian music but at this time in my life some has proved to be filled with comfort.
*smile*I thought I did what's right
I thought I had the answer
I thought I chose the surest road
But that road brought me here
So I put up a fight
And told You how to help me
And just when I had given up
The truth is coming clear, for...
You know...Better Than I
You know...the way
I've let go...the need to know why
'Cause You know Better Than I
If this has been a test
I cannot see the reason
But maybe knowing, I don't know
Is part of getting through
I try to do what's best
Find faith has made it easy
To see the best thing I can do
Is put my faith in You, for...
I saw one cloud, and thought it was the sky
I saw a bird and thought that I could follow
But it was You who tought them to fly
If I let You reach me...
Will You teach me? For...
You know...Better Than I
You know...the way
I've let go...the need to know why
I'll take what answers You supply
'Cause You know Better Than I
-Better Than I, Joy Williams
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
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here
where the bloody heck is here anyway?
Yes, I'm here.... I'm on my bed, typing effortlessly away at my laptop, trying to convey the words as rapidly as they enter my mind. I'm not being successful so far, but perhaps the longer I'm at this, the better it will be!
*smile*
Here....
here is my home.
not this old big blue house... that's definitely not my home, but here is... here is surrounded by those who love me. those who I cannot bear to lose. those who have kept me from falling too hard.
yes, I'm surrounded by those who God has used to cause me growth, (pain!) but at the same time, He has given me a greater portion of those who are close to my heart.
My name is Amanda, and I am here.
I love.
It's been put through fire, it's been put through ice, and it's been put through severe sorrow.
but, credit given to our Almighty God, it has remained. I still love. It can't just be stomped out, it can't be shoved away... my love. My love for music, my love for so many dear people, my love for dancing in the rain, my love for fairy tales, my love for wind, my love for nature, my love for thunderstorms, my love for questions, my love for the smell of coffee, my love for literature, my love for teaching, my love for words, my love for this gift of life. and being eighteen.
My name is Amanda, and I am random. I can be excessively goofy at times. I don't want to be defined by what other people want for my life. I eat chocolate when I'm upset. I am very stubborn to the point of being annoying. I cry. I love to be with people. I play the piano. I listen to celtic music when my heart is breaking. I listen to rock music when I am happy. I don't forget memories. I am a careless driver who is trying to pay attention more. I am a teacher. I talk to fish. I talk to myself. I talk to my car. I love colors. I enjoy every season. I am not afraid of disappointing people anymore. I read the Psalms. I hate mopping the floor. I draw pictures that look like five year olds drew them. I can definitely live without dancing. I love candles. I'm learning to make decisions. I give people retarded (and I mean retarded) nicknames. I am captivated by simplicity. I talk too much. I can't stand hip hop music. I love to listen. I truly, honestly, sincerely, and fully love my friends, my family, and what I do.
in the short time of two weeks, things have been revealed, minds have been debated, hearts have been hurt.
I have been driven to let go.
and... I'm still letting go... God knew the only way to get through to me was to bring me to a place where my weakness was so very evident that I could not hide. He brought me to a place where my sorrow would suffocate me if I did not release my tenacious hold on my desires.
that happiness will return to my eyes. I am sure.
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
~Dr. Seuss~
dears, what can I say? I used to think it so cheesy... but it's true. don't ever lose you. God created us all wih weaknesses and strengths, but He created specific things about us that He does not want us to try and change. Always stay unique.
you are you. now, isn't that pleasant?
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I am here.
here is the laughter I hear, the love I have, the joy I know is to come, the strength I possess that comes from my Father.
Job 5:18
For He bruises, but He binds up;
He wounds, but His hands make whole.
here is home.
Friday, 24 July 2009
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filled
“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think"
Christopher Robin to Pooh.
-A.A. Milne
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
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the undesguised ramblings.... part the first
I had a momentary lapse of my mind's vocabulary and proceeded to check thesaurus.com for a synonym. A synonym to the word Honest.yes.
true, dear one. that was a true statement.EVEN WHENjust two weeks ago I came across the most kick butt word for truthful: veracious.
*head to bed for lack of desk*
Defeat.
Fizzle.
Doleful Error.I lose.
*ahem*
See this girl standing next to me? I'm the one with no eyes.
I do rather miss her.
"May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too,
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you..."
While you were sleeping.... (in North Carolina)
I have become, sadly enough,the hick demon goddess.
'tis true, lovey.
mourn, if you wish. rejoice, if you will.
However,
to my credit, I have been a most industrious demon goddess.
A trip to Houston was made this past weekend.... we arrived home safe and sound last night. fun, sadness, and excellent fellowship were in order, due to the occasion for the trip. it was a fruitful and truly productive weekend despite the many people who came up to me demanding to know where my brother was. the scoundrels. *tosses head in supercilious defiance*
We traveled with my five year old niece, and my one year old nephew.
'nuff said.
During the duration of this trip I managed to pick up the entire Twilight Series. Don't ask me how I manage to do these things, I just do. It comes with the territory of being a herness. *puzzled*
So yes. I hate to admit it, but as girlishly romantic and horrid as these books are, they are, without a doubt quite impossible to put down after the 5 hour long trip was over.
QUESTION: does the term voyage refer only to a trip made by sea?
speaking of the sea, and my old twin's and my obsession with despising Keira Knightley, this a picture taken the first night she ever spent the night with me.
*smile*
sixteen was two years ago.
little did these two kids know what was in store for them, eh?
*agh!*
Must.... prevent.... nostalgic tears of love.....
AHA!
*happy grin*
Yes.
By the way- yayness and thankful bunches of stargazer lilies!
That spider that's been living in my room hasn't shown his face for the past few days.
I found out why.
It's a her, and she's been busy having babies.
what's a girl to do with a female house spider named "Hobbes"?!
*ponders*
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books are nice, and so is Journey. Listening to "Faithfully" right now.
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I look forward to the days to come, no matter how discouraging, or perplexing, or painful this road will be. The year I am eighteen....
yeah.
my best friends are getting older, too.
late nights leave a great deal of room for thought, when my days run short.
God is amazing.
Indecision has plagued me all my life, but loved ones are encouraging me to fight it.
It's really been starting to prove a detriment, and thank God, I'm getting there.
My Heavenly Father gave me the ability to make up my own mind, He gave me the ability of being unique, of being strong, of remaining steadfast in my convictions. He is nurturing my courage. He is creating Amanda.
I'm just a lump of clay, yeah.
but.
I still have my job to do.
Being molded is not as easy as I make it look. *sad laugh*
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Well, I fear the hour is late and I am blinking. rapidly. and the number of blinks is increasing by the moment, so I shall close this post for now.
All my love!
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
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for your information...
Hayley Westenra,
Shenandoah.
it's a thin silver-white 3 minutes of beauty.go! listen, now! *nod*
And while you're at it, Harbor, sung by Vienna Teng, would also be amazing to look up.
Bach makes me happy to be alive. listening to his fugue's makes me happy to be alive. playing his fugue's makes me happy to be live. performing his fugue's makes me happy to be alive.
practicing his fugue's, however, does not make me happy to be alive.
neither does milking.
and while I have a momentary negative outlook on life due to bovine and incompetent fingers,
I can't believe summer is half way over... it is injustice. *frown*
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My brother surprises me with the randomest quotes.
"why? Why must we drink so much hot coffee?"yups. you gotta love youtube. *chuckle*
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Today we discussed the difference between being scared, and being surprised. For instance, when young men, or little boys for that matter, or come to think of it, anyone really, walks up to me and startles me, I always say "you scared me!"
but I said that today and Rustie reminded me that actually they *surprised* me. Being scared is entirely different. Just thought I'd let you guys know. Anyone know that Shakespeare's supposed birthday was April 23rd?
chyah.
amazing, huh?
Okay, enough of this. I have been excellent in my life lately.... just so much growing and learning. gollyfunkers, you know, life would be a lot less painful if I just simply knew everything. So much less sanctification.
Ah well, if I knew everything I guess it could get pretty boring, too, huh?
Yeah... well at least I can say that I have the foolish, stubborn human being mindset down to a pulp.Aside from making mistakes and being held in the arms of my Abba Father, missing people, slaving over my last few units of Algebra II, Spanish, several other tedious textbooks, and literature stories that have no real life application, I have been working with my students.
I have a girl taking from me now, who is 17, and is 6 inches taller than me. Quite the adventure. AGH!
another random quote!
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"your fingernails are like long bits of mozzarella cheese, sprinkled with the ancient dust of Parmesan."
*dies*
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Alright people, I vote for YOU! raise your hand if you're ready for m to wrap up my Tuesday evening tiredness junble.
Higher, please.
Okay that's high enough.
Gosh, what the heck? Put your hand down already!
One would think you a bit too overly zealous.
I get it, I get it.
I bid you all to fare well, more than well actually, fare fantastically, and I shall say goodnight.
"even if you are a mortician, I will fight you!"
yeeah. modern translations of Twelfth Night rock. (eth)
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- Name: Amanda
- Gender: Female
- Member Since: 12/29/2006
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“She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)” -Lewis Carroll
