Okie-Dokie

So I'm back from my Mimi and Papa's. They had an awesome garage sale. You know my plan to move to Oregon? Well, I seem to be the only one who's on the wagon. Is there something wrong with the West??????? Is there???????? I can see it just fine. Why can't they? It's not like I want to move to a shady apartment in down town NYC where the crime rate increses by the minute. I was thinking a small town like Mitford. Only with a starbucks. And a mall nearby. And a
Barnes & Noble. Why do they call it that? "Barnes & Noble" Last names maybe? If not what's "Barnes" mean? Hmmm... I'm reading an amazing book called Looking Glass Wars: Seeing Redd. It's a sequal to Looking Glass Wars. The gist of it is, there is this girl, Alyss Heart, ho lives in Wonderland, A place ruled by White imagination, with her mother and father, the queen and king. When suddenly her Aunt Redd takes over the throne by killing the king and queen and sending Alyss to the real world. Poor 7-year-old Alyss is on the streets of London, homeless. She gets adopted by a family she doesn't much care for. She meets a man who she hopes will help her, so she tells him her story. But he gets it all wrong and publishes it as Alice's Adventures In Wonderlan by Lewis Carrol. Alyss loses all hope. But 13 yeers later she's rescued and gets the throne back. Now I'm reading the sequal where Aunt Redd comes back. Over the weekend I read another book called Stargirl. It was a cute story. I spent a while talking about a book didn't I? All well. Robin's coming home tonight with some Random kid he knows. Josh something. Sound suspicious. Haha! Anyways I best be goings. Wait I'll write a poem for Mimi first:

The Autumn sky,
Crisp and blue,
filled with stories
of tragedies and histories,
full of possibilities,
countless treasures,
we will never measure it's greatness.
It is a gift,
from God to us,
It is a gift of loving kindness,
to us simple minded,
I enjoy it's simplicity,
it's eternity,
Bu soon it will be Spring,
and the roses will sing,
And I will have forgotten,
My love.




>_<
Holly

Soooooooooooooo....

I'm cooking Raman and listening to the ol' radio. Ah... the simple life.
Who'm I kidding? Life isn't simple. It's rather complex. Confusing. Yup. Today was the usual 'cept for April got a NEW CELL PHONE! AND I DON"T EVEN HAVE ONE! Life is also not fair. And frightening. I decided where my dream house is.On the coast of Oregon. Looking out at the ocean. A decent sized cottage-meets-old-English-Oxford-meets-old-Italian Villa. By the beach. Doesn't it sound pretty? I think I'll be an engineer or hopefully a successful author. I got to go, my Raman's getting cold.

Hmmm...

I suppose I am rather... belligerent. And I procrastinate. A lot. But hey who's perfect? Other than Jesus. Well? Nobody that's who! I've decided some people are walking the right path but on the side of the path are bushes of fruit. They see the fruit and they eat it. It taste sweet, so they continue to eat it. Then it taste sour and they vomit. After they realize they did wrong they go back to the path they were walking, expecting their companion (which they had completely ignored 'cuz it was His idea to go on this path) to have moved along. But surprisingly, He is still there, waiting. They expect Him to scoff at them and yell "You idiot! Go crawl over there and be done with you!" But He doesn't. He looks at them with compassion. And then they're all blubbering about how they're sorry and they can understand if He wants them dead. And then He says something that seems like it ought to be in a fortune cookie. He laughs dismissively at their childness, and then it hits them, like that basketball one never sees coming. They're forgiven. Then they're filled with this utter gleeful bliss. And they don't even know why He stayed. If you haven't figured out that He is Jesus, um, you need help. I found my self on that path numerous times. The path is long and hard and takes endurance and faith. When He suggested it, you're all like "WOO HOO! Jesus wants to hangout with me. I am so cool." So many times have I surfaced from the cloudy water, nearly drowned, and realized I'm the one who jumped in. I made the stupid mistake to swim with sharks. And then my ultimate Lifeguard, yet again has saved me. You feel like a complete fool! You try to come off as strong independent, when really all you want is a good cry. Crying is so refreshing. I love it. Like when I cried at the end of Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King. Oh, so sad. I think adults should cry more often. And laugh. A good hearted laugh. They work, work, work, and never seem to notice the small joys in life. Like receiving a letter (so what if it's bills? Someone had to put it in the mailbox) or the small marshmallows in hot chocolate (So what if it goes to your thighs?) or non-diet soda. Things are getting better if you can laugh and cry and not be ashamed. I admire the person who really doesn't care if people think they're lame, or if they're cool, or have a geeky lunchbox. That's who I want to be. But since I'm so shallow and vain, it's hard to let people see your true colors. Well that's my serious thought of the day. I really wish we had some Popsicles.

Forever doomed to think about the things most people ignore,
Sincerely,
Holly Or as Andrea and I have put it:
Ylloh Oj Nosikda
Ta Ta for now

>_<

Today was the usual. So I'm going to write.


I sighed. Not a theatrical sigh or an impatient one. Just a sigh. Nothing ever happened here. Here meaning Mansfield. Mansfield, Texas, the town that turned into a city. A new Kohl's just opened, and I was proud of my twelve dollar purchase. Neon pink, never thought I would own such a thing.
I still had homework to be done. What was the point? I slave enough inside the school, and now they still make me break my back outside of it's cage looking up definitions.
I sighed again.
Contemplatng the fact I had to return tomarrow, I tried to think of ways to make life more exciting.
What if people suddenly burst into song? There were more dance numbers, and it was natural to go to Wal-mart and the altos and sopranos start singing "Clean Up In Aisle Three."
Or if there was more drama. Like a huge scene between pirates and ninjas. Or a tragic love story like Romeo and Juliet.
Or possibly the classic Superman plot. A young, handsome superhero with a dark past, saves the world from the powers of evil.
Or perhaps a little more enchanting. Something like Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty with a bit of Robin Hood.
Or the Lord of the Rings route.
The possibilites were endless. So was reality.
I still had unfinished homework and school was still going to knock on my door.
I sighed. Not a theatrical sigh or an impaitent one. Just a sigh...


The narrator of this story is AMAZING! I totally agree with her. Where are the dance numbers? Well I should jet.
Holly >_<

Mama Mia!

Yeah, I was singing that song in the car. My mum still is singing it. Anyhoo, today was a spectacular day. This is a rare phenomenon in the life life Holly, especially since it falls on a Monday. I woke up with out much exhaustion. Got ready and went to school. English was cool 'cuz we didn't do none o' dat grammer stuff (even though it is much needed). We read this short story, "Eleven", and I don't get it. The girl of the story starts crying because she has to wear a sweater that wasn't hers. Back to the point, I went to Algebra and we had a sub! I love subs because they don't know, that we know they're completely clueless. Mr. Cloud was really nice. What was ironic (WOOT) was in the car this morning me and my mum were talking about the TEKS and in Algebra we had a bench mark! Maya, my friend, started to say something, and April who was getting tired of everybody talking yelled "Stop it!" in a British accent. She didn't mean to say it in British accent, she just has a habit of it. Then I went on to Spanish, and we went to the computer lab, which isn't as hi-tech as I thought it would be. Then I had science which we had a test in. It was easy. Then, Mum came and picked me up early! Sure it was 5 'til the bell but it beats waiting in class for an extra 5 minutes. Then, we found out I didn't have to baby-sit and so we went to Kohl's and I got this cute shirt! And later I'm gonna get ice-cream. My day was awesome, like me! I usually hate Mondays. My reasons why:
1. It's the MURDER of the weekend. I believe that we didn't have Mondays the weekend would go on ( I know there is no logic in that but I can dream.).
2. It's the beginning of a series of pointless days of "knowledge" *cough* torture*cough*. That in itself is enough to have Mondays banned.
3. Ask you kids for other reasons.
Adults, you can relate. Except for if you're retired, you have to go back to work on Mondays. Care to tell the adolescent population how your day was? Bet it wasn't so glamorous, huh? I highly doubt you get along with every one of your co-workers and you're all one big happy family. Unless you work at a candy store or insanely optimistic, you don't enjoy waking up to your blaring alarm clock that sounds like a fog horn or looking at the blinding sun. I think it's unfair adults call in sick when they don't want to go and they still send their kids to a place where how you look, and what you eat, is far more important than any equality law written by the Pilgrims! It's hypocrisy! You should be able to relate. Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's got its downs. Turn that frown upside down isn't going to get rid of the problem. And then there are banned books where parents demand a book to be taken off the shelf because it could corrupt a child's mind. Sure, maybe their child but not everybody else's. And half the time all they do is pull a phrase out of context and use it as evidence! People have no idea how important or unimportant something means without the context of the book! I don't mean to preach a sermon, but I was on a roll. So hey don't be all this girl should watch what she says or she'll be shooting herself in the foot one day. Yeah, that's probably going to happen.
On to lighter subjects. I want to go to Paris this summer. It would be sooooo cool. To like go to the home of art and fashion. I could see the Mona Lisa. That would be so rockin'!
Well thanks for listening to my ranting.
Love ya more than oreos and soap operas,
Holly