This is a mix of my old blogs from live journal.  I'm switching to Xanga officially.

The beauty of Seattle is truly enchanting.  Autumn is most certaintly my favorite season--the golden trees flowered in orange flames, the demanding green majesty of the pine, the silver clouds kissing the treetops--I love it all. 

I treasure being alive.  Existence becomes more beautiful after pain.
Life is such an interesting gift God has given us.

Is happiness attainable on earth?  I like to think it is.  First of all, happiness is NOT about getting what you want, but being content with what you have.  Contentment is the tricky part.  Where does that gnawing human greed end?  I think that is we can just truly appreciate the fact that we are alive, we can truly enjoy the smell of a rose or the roaring lull of the ocean.  I think contentment is attainable through living in the moment. If we treasure each moment for what it's worth, that moment becomes incredibly more important.  Don't worry about the past, and don't fret over the future.  Just enjoy where you are.  Contentment doesn't just happen: it takes a conscience effort.  And there will be hard times, but I feel like my general perspective on life is a happy/content one.  Even through pain, I see the good.  And of course, remedy for past mistakes and preperation for the future is necessary, but the moment must not be lost.

I'm so grateful there's a heaven.  I pity Sartre.  That man must have been utterly miserable.  Sucks that things only got worse for that curmudgeon after death.  Even if he had been right (which he isn't), what's the point of believing that philosophy?   I'm usually a stickler about gaining knowledge, but I would say that in his case, ignorance is bliss and more power to the people who don't care enough to find the truth.  I can't imagine how I would be in that kind of society.  I would become nightmarish.

A great person I once knew ( and still do I might add) said that true friends aren't just worth dying for, but they are worth living for.  There's nothing like relationships where 100% of the persons involved is revealed.  You know that perso will love you no matter what, and you know that you will love them no matter what.  These friendships transcend mere support and a good time: they are the essence of love. 

There's nothing like loving and being loved.

The air is alive with songs tonight.  The music of the spheres has converged with the sonata of the twilight.  I'm opening my window to allow the wind of the night to sweep me away into a melody of the darkness.  The notes float aimlessly into my soul. 

My ghost slips from my body; melding to and then passing through the window into the night.  I slowly sink--soaring over the wet black top.  The pale light of the streetlamps filter through the thick fog.  I am not here.  I skim the surface of revelation while floating down the hill. I smoke off the steps like a heavy mist slipping into darkness.  I intertwine with the white trees of the forest I've entered--kicking up wet leaves into a whirlwind.

Waking, waking, waking...up.

ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE

TIME WARP. 

I'm back at last year...squirming my way through the halls with the whole of the student body pressing and mashing each other against me and the wall.  This year the claustrophobia is X 100.  I sit through Calculus BC AP (what a bunch of letters) with a dazed look in my eyes attempting to grasp the concept of implicit differentiation which we were supossed to have learned last year.  Haha, yeah right.  Then I travel to a full classroom for Debate.  Mr. Eatmon chides us for our 'rebelliousness' and mocks us for our stupidity.  What fun.  Afterwards is Spanish 1 with the Freshies.  Daniel and I are the only seniors, so we have precedence.  Yeah baby!  After Spanish is American History.  Mr. Freeman embodies the perfect history teacher...droll...mundane...although I do suspect he has a wild streak somewhere.  Following history is English with Mr. King.  Upon hearing about ten of the same stories he laughed uproariously about yesterday, we dive into Hamlet as I play the Prince of Denmark himself.  Then we have lunch.  No, not lunch...lunch is too...too..small of a word.  We have luncheon or something.  Our luncheon is extremely long; I believe it is longer than any of my classes.  After Lunch, I go straight to my drama class where I get to play a crazy old murderess in Arsenic and Old Lace.  After that, I hang in French 5 AP with Jenna, while racing through the book of John (Jean) in French.  C'est tres interessant! 

Then I get in my Corsica, roll down my window, blast 101.1 and speed home.  Ahhhhhh

So I got back from camp a few days ago...I had such a sweet time.  My relationship with God has grown so much; it's incredible.  I can't wait to share all that God has done for me and my friends here.  I also did some pretty crazy things...like having someone spit live and dead crickets in my mouth. 

YES, I did have the wing.  Anyways, guess where I went today...HOLLYWOOD.  I put my hand in Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe, and Arnold S's handprint...it was pretty sweet.  We're leaving for camp at  tomorrow morning, so Ill catch ya'll later.

My cousin practically lives in Beverly Hills, this is so awesome!

!Hola!  I've returned from Merida!  I have so many storieso abouto El Mexico.  Anyways, now I'm soakin up rays in Cali; enjoying the Hot Hot Heat in more ways than one. (listened to the band two minutes ago.) 

And as a follow up to my last entry, I'm still alive and did not get sick.  Praise God! 

I had a movie day over at Alex's, Fran and Matt were there, and that was it.  No annoying siblings etc., we had a good time.  I cannot express how much I love Monty Python. 

My flight to Cali was good; I actually slept. *shocker*

I leave for Mexico on saturday.  It's kinda funny, but Miss Emily has decided to cross RIGHT over the Yucatan peninsula--where I'll be staying.  Peachy.  I'm not worried though; the houses we are staying in are made out of pure concrete. 

Sol, Ben, and I just finished playing catch.  Believe it or not, no fights erupted between the boys, and we actually had a sibling bonding moment. *Miracle of miracles*

Agh, I'm getting sick!  This is probably the worst possible moment for me--right before I leave.  Hopefully, I won't throw up all over the little kids.  That definitely wouldn't help lead them to Christ. 

NEW YORK, Jul 10, 2005 (United Press International via COMTEX) -- If talk show queen Oprah Winfrey ran for U.S. president against George W. Bush she would win with 65 percent of the vote, according to a survey.

Bush was favored by only 35 percent, according to the poll of 2,395 people conducted by the magazine Parade.com.

Oh sick, how sad is that?  For freakin goodness sake, a woman who is head of a f'ing talk show would win against an already well-qualified current president?  That disgusts me.  Americans are SUCH idiots.  They don't do their research and just go whatever way the media-wind blows them.

AYYY!

  Well I just got back from Camp Southland and had an AWESOME time!  Wow, I am just....just in wow.  Anyways, way too much to write so if you ask me sometime, I'll tell you.  wow.

Well, I LOVE Seattle.  Wahahaha, Pike Place Market is freakin AWESOME.  And I'm proud to say that I finally rode a motorcycle.  FINALLY.  I'm glad to be back though, 'cept for the fact that I'm leaving tomorrow for camp counseling.  Wheeeeee.  Since Im leaving, we are shooting off the fireworks today....yay.

If one more guy tells me that I need to get back in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, I'm am going to kill something.  My favorite conversation of this sorts is one that I had with Roth--this embodies the entire problem with the men(excuse me, boys) at my school.

Roth-"Women are stupid and should serve men."

Me- "No they aren't"

Roth-"FEMINIST!"