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The love of our Savior, pure and deep,
Brings such great joy--makes me sing and weep.
I sing of the joy, the blessings I've ben given.
I weep for the trials and pains that for me have been ridden.
I laugh and I cry in grand ecstasy.
And raise my voice high for the gospel decreed to me.
I'll share it, I will, with pure testimony.
And raise God's kingdom, be a beacon for all to see.

I wrote this at church :-) I know I should have been paying attention, but I was wicked tired.

To My Mother Dear

To my mother dear
Who once qualmed all my fear.
Who gave me food and drink
And acted as a shrink.
Who held me and caressed
And for that I've been blessed.

To my mother sweet
Who fed me bread and meat.
Who picked me up from school
When I was as sick as a fool.
Who attended my sports game
Even when it was lame.

To my mother kind
Who spanked me on my behind
When I was ill-behaved
Who corrected as I craved
And taught me simple truth
Even in my youth.

To my mother dear
Whose love brings me a tear.
Who loves me at all times
Despite my little crimes.
Who forgives me and lets go
And always lets her light show.

I am 66% Blonde

Copy and paste this in your notes section, then add or subtract x's to match you! Pass it on to all the blondes and potential blondes you know!

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking

[] You have ran into a glass/screen door

[ ]You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.

[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.

total=3

[] You have ran into a tree.

[x] It IS possible to lick your elbow

[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow

[x]You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.

[] You just tried to sing them.

[] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.

[X] You have choked on your own spit.

[ ]You have seen the the Matrix and still don’t get it.

[x] You didn’t notice that in the last question “the” was spelled twice

[X] You just looked at it

[]Your hair is blonde/dirty blonde.

[x]People have called you slow.

total so far=9

[] You have accidentally caught something on fire

[] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes/cheek.

[X] You have caught yourself drooling.

[x] You’ve fallen asleep in class

[] If someone says “fart” you laugh.

[X] You just laughed.

total so far=12


[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking

[X] You tell a story and forget what you were talking about

[x ] People are often shaking their heads and walking away from you

[]You are often told to use your “inside voice”.

[x]You use your fingers to do simple math.

total so far= 16

[]You have eaten a bug.

[x]You are taking this test when you should be doing something important

[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it

[X] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand or pocket

total so far=19

[ ] You sometimes post bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t do it even when you know it won’t happen to you.

[] You break a lot of things.

[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you

[x ]You sometimes tilt your head when you are confused

[x ] You have fallen out of your chair before

[x] When you’re laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling

total: 22

times it by 3 then put " I am __% blonde" as the title

The Secret Thoughts of a Poet

The Secret Thoughts of a Poet

It's opaque and thin, with ink so deep
This pen that allows my soul to seep.
It colors the pages of a wire-bound journal--
Records my thoughts--both joyful and infernal.
It leads me to whisk you, from reality, away
Inside my head, for just a moment to stay.
You read my thoughts and try to analyze
And on the paper, the ink quickly dries.
You feel so much more than could possibly be read
The feelings surpass what I actually said.
Your imagination has now taken you o'er.
You are wondering now why you do feel more.
Could the words that I've written sparked this grand plight?
Your head is now spinning. You're left with no might.

Man hating!

Well, once again I am on the verge of giving up on the male species. I mean really!!! Do you know how frustrating it is to be a beautiful brunette of average size?! First of all, for some reason, men seem to want blondes. I do not understand this. At all. Not only do they want blondes, though, they want these tiny itsy bitsy little girls. It is absolutely ridiculous! I am not blonde, nor am I tiny! Shoot! I am the opposite of tiny! I can pick most men up!! haha Well, It's not that I'm fat, I just am a little bigger. One of the strangest things about men is that they really don't care about beauty. I'm not trying to say that I'm the most beautiful person in the world, but I don't think that I'm bad looking. However, being the prideful, terrible person that I am, I often judge other people's looks--especially the little blonde bimbos that boys choose. Do you realize how often they are not even pretty? They're just chosen because they are a little...racy, to put it nicely, short, and blonde?! It's infuriating! However, I suppose those are not the type of men that I want, so I really should probably be thankful that I am not one of those girls. What kind of life must they have? Always being hit on by the hott men that only care about those things? Shoot. I guess I'd rather stick with the typically strange fellows that flock me. I mean, they have a sense of style!! lol They know what a woman is! haha Anyway...so I realized last night that Cameron is not a homie, he's just a friend, which really does make me sad. As Albert told me, "A homie is someone you can call up any time and be like 'hey man, let's go kick it!' and the homie will be like 'yeah! right on!' but a friend is someone you call up and say 'hey man, let's go kick it!' and they'll be like 'well, i dunno...let me think about that for a while.'" Obviously I'm a homie. However, he is not. Which sucks. Our homie-age is just one-sided. Dude. Seriously, I deserve better friends then him. I mean, I could be blowing this out of proportion, but then again--I can't even come up with a defense for him. I mean, at least he's honest when he blows me off, though. He keeps saying that he wants to go country dancing, but he never comes, and now there are four days per week that he could choose from. The stupid thing is, that he could easily go on Saturday or Tuesday, but golly...he just doesn't. He said he's nervous...whatev. Stupid. On a grander note, though...I get to go country dancing tonight, and I went last night!! It's so much fun! It's probably one of my favorite things to do...even though some boys are stupid. You know, though, I just need a real man who knows what he wants in life. A fellow like that would appreciate me. haha I sound so retarded!! Oh well, I'm just venting all that most women feel!! I guess one thing that does bug me is that I'm just like them!! The guys, that is. I have a certain type that I like...well, actually I like many types, but I tend to go after only the guys that I think are cute, which is pretty sad, since I'm totally discriminating! How ridiculous is that?!! I have no room to talk! Shoot! Man, so there's this absolutely adorable guy who goes to the country dances, and he's so adorable!! He's a perfect gentleman, with an awesome personality...the only problem is he's tiny! Not only does he look really young for his age, but he's just plain small!! If he were a bigger fellow I would totally go for him...but he's not and so I don't. He probably gets that all the time, too. Poor guy. I mean, you just can't force someone to be different than their genetics will allow them. Anyway, I just proctored, so now I'm gonna go! But I wrote some poems and song lyrics while I was proctoring, it's possible that I'll post them. Peace.

Amanda Needs...

So for this one, you google search " needs" and then just write down the first 10. If it really does apply to you, then put an asterisk by it!

1.) Amanda needs to pee
2.) Amanda needs you to map yourself
3.) Amanda needs your prayers. *
4.) Amanda needs to get help busting skulls, not friends.
5.) Amanda needs a wise friend to tell her that this too, shall pass.
6.) Amanda needs a mom in her corner with lots of time and attention to give to her.
7.) Amanda needs a serious love interest*
8.) Amanda needs to read Barbara Bush's speech to Wellesley graduates
9.) Amanda needs more ink
10.) Amanda needs to start taking risks

Folly

Wow. If I were back in the Greek times of Homer, I would say that Folly has just left me and the Prayers have come around. I don't know why I act so stupidly sometimes! My até just seems to continually come around and around. Yeah, I've been reading the Iliad lately. So I talked to army Andy today, and other Andy, too. I have decided that I should just stay away from all Andys. Well, I'm stupid, but not really. Whenever I really stand up for myself and say what I'm actually feeling, I consider myself stupid. How ridiculous and hypocritical is that? In all seriousness, though. Sometimes I just wish I were someone else. I mean, right now I'm just laying in self-pity. Isn't that ridiculous? However, I suppose that's bound to happen when you don't like your own personality. Yeah, anyway, I don't know what I want in my life. But I have to get up in less that 5 hours, which really sucks. Why do I have such a good visiting teaching companion? Why are my roomies so dang fun? I may never know the answers to these questions. Anyway though, what I really wanted to get out, is that I'm stupid when I'm tired. Well, even more so than when I'm awake, anyway. Yeah, I'll give a real update later. I miss Steve.