day five.

Have you ever tried to put the taste of water into words? Cause if you really think about it, it HAS to have a taste. It's just so plain, we say that it's impossible to describe. I think about weird things like that. You know, I actually didn't think about these kinds of things before. Ever since I made this blog, I've caught myself observing things with great detail, and thinking of a way I can put it into my Blog to make it creative. It's weird how something as simple as a Blog can make you see things in a new and more creative way. I feel like an old classical writer, looking at the most simple things with amazement. But I like it.

day four.

Why is it, that when you swear you'll never forgive a person for what they did to you; You do? I'll sit there, crying to no end, and then the next day, it's like nothing ever happened. I guess things don't really have much of a good explanation, they just kind of, "happen". But for the situation that I'm in, I think there is an explanation. Lets just say that she finally realized how much pain she was putting me through, and that it's not a good feeling to be left behind in the dust. We have gone through too much together to throw it all away. So right when our friendship was hanging by one tiny, little strand; she broke out the glue and saved it from splitting entirely. Apologies are hard, I can tell you that. But in the end, they don't turn out to be regrets. I love you.

day three.

Have you ever been hurt before? Well, I have. and it's not a good feeling. I am feeling a lot of hurt right now. And I don't like it, one bit.

day two.

You know what helps me clear my mind? Riding the four wheeler. Almost like writing, it gives me inner peace. Something about the rush of wind in my hair, zooming past the trees, blairing my iPod- makes me happy. I can't really explain it. I just feel- free. Whenever things are getting to tense in the house, or whenever I just have too much on my mind; It's like my sweet escape. It gives me time to think, and clear my mind. As I was riding, I was doing some thinking. Mostly thinking about my Blog. Just the simple fact that i have a Blog gets me excited. I guess you could say that it has always been a dream of mine to have a Blog. And I'm finally making that dream become reality.
I'm sitting in a recliner at my Aunt's house. She is asleep on the couch, and I am typing from my cousins laptop. I keep glancing out their front door, and the view is just beautiful. It's not your typical mental picture of 'beautiful". I'm looking out to a view of a cornfield. It is very "hilly". It's just so simple- simply beautiful.
I just played some Online Pacman. Random, I know. I don't get why the ghosts always run away from you when you eat the dots that enable you to eat them. It's wierd. You know what else is wierd? People. People and what they believe in. I respect the fact that everyone has their own views, but when people give you a hard time for you and what you believe in, that upsets me. I could go on and on about this, I really could. It just is a touchy subject for me. You see, I'm a very strong believer in God. I could get into my big, long story- but I think I'll save that one for later.

day one.

I've always enjoyed typing; talking about my life. Just sitting down with the laptop, and opening Word Pad, gets me excited. I guess I just find something about it peaceful. That's not something you hear everyday, right? For most people, they find their inner peace by, for example, Art. You'll hear a lot of people say that when they "pick up a paintbrush, the world just gets kind of quiet." Or, maybe I just watch "The Notebook" too much. But whatever you need to do to find your inner joy, mine is typing. Writing about whats on my mind. Ever since kindergarten, I've been the kid who had a diary hidden under their mattress, writing about the cute little boy they sat by in class. Then, when we started writing in journals in around 4th grade, I was always the one who spent extra time writing pages and pages about the topic, when everybody else only wrote a paragraph. And I always did get encouraged by my teachers. They said that I was an excellent writer and that they loved reading what i wrote. And it definently inspired me. In 6th grade, I got my very own laptop for Christmas. And I had this idea to keep a "diary" type kind of document on it. And I did. I am currently a freshman in high school, and I still go back to that Diary and read it, to recapture the memories. [A little note, MY laptop is currently broken, so I'm using the family's to write my blog.]
I'm not really sure how I got this crazy idea to start a Blogging site. I mean, I've always wanted one, but I never really took the action of making one. I was just kind of sitting here, and I finally did it. And here I am, making my first blog. I'm not really sure what happens after this, but I'm really excited to see what the results will be. I'm not sure if I'll totally fail at this, or if I'll turn out to be a big success, but whatever the result; I'm doing what I love and thats enough to make me a very happy girl. (: