Overcome with grief and emotion
overwhelmed with bitterness and desire
can I help that I'm only human?
Overcome with sadness and longing
overwhelmed with trying to hide
can I help that I'm only human?
Will you help me find my voice?
It felt like summer today. =)
I love days that feel like summer. But nothing can beat summer itself!
Days that feel like summer make me so happy. They make me feel light and carefree, not a trouble in the world. Like I could FLY. Of course I always have to come crashing down to earth, but I don't mind.
I even wrote a poem about it! Crazy, I know. But anyway, here it is.
It feels like summer
My favorite season
When the grass is green
The sky is bright
And all I need is a daydream.
Yeah, not the best, I know. But it's satisfying to write stuff like that down, you know? That's actually why I'm even still posting on this blog, since nobody actually reads it anymore... Oh well.
I live for days like these.
Yeah, right now I'm listening to Two Is Better Than One by Boys Like Girls (featuring Taylor Swift!), hence the title. Yup yup. It's pretty good!
I promised I would be posting later today, and so I am. Yay! I'm so responsible! Anyway. I got back from my sister's house a little while, she invited me over to watch Sabrina. The newer one, not the one with Audrey Hepburn. And not Sabrina the teenage witch, Sabrina the chauffeur's daughter. Know what movie I'm talking about? Anyway, I hadn't seen that version before, and it was good. And it had Harrison Ford in it! :D LOL, he's pretty cool.
So, I've been pretty busy lately. One thing... I'm going to Mexico! Yeah!! I'm going with some people from my youth group and from Trent Church of Christ; going during Spring Break; gonna build a house (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... inside joke there). Did I forget anything? Well, I'm really excited. The whole trip only costs 250 dollars, and 100 or so of that is for a fun day. So Yeah I'm pretty happy about that. I had two fundraisers that I worked at already; one on Friday, and one on Saturday. I had a REALLY busy weekend, but more about that later. Anyway, yeah, on Friday I went with Mike (the man in charge of our group) and two other guys who are going on the trip, Blake and Kyle. Oh, and Blake is my cousin's evil twin. Yeah. Anyway, we went and helped clean out this lady's garage and back yard, and washed a car, and did stuff. I earned a lot of money from that. Then on Saturday I went to my church and helped make decorations and then went to the other fundraiser with some of my friends who are also going on the trip.... okay, I'll stop putting in all these details. Anyway, it was a car wash and bake sale, so I helped wash cars for two hours. It was pretty fun, actually. And then on Sunday (Valentine's Day, YUCK) there was a potluck after church, and then me and my parents went up to Washington where I got to hang with my awesome (and weird) cousins. OH, and I got to go see The Lightening Thief! Yeah I was SOOOO happy about that. And it was really good to. See it. Do it. Now.
Well, yeah, I've been busy!! That's basically it. More updates later. Toodle-oo! =)
Okay, I'm going to post later today, I promise. But right now is school time, so I can't. I just wanted to share this short story that I wrote several years ago. I wrote it while we were on vacation at the beach, and I was sitting on a boulder overlooking the ocean. I remember being really proud of this story, I even read it out loud to all my relatives who were there with us. Anyway, here it is, more later today. (And I haven't edited this, so there are some problems with it. But I was pretty young)
Living Life.
By Megan, Age 10
The nighttime surrounds me, and I cry for help. My eyes try to make out figures in the darkness, but all I see is black. My eyes scan the darkness another time, but they grow tired. I hear a sound, and jump back. Am I safe, or will my death be soon? I grope around, feeling for a body. I feel a burn, and then something pricks my hand. I gasp, thinking of what could have happened. Was it a mere rose thorn, or was I bitten by a poisonous snake, or scorpion? I am afraid to touch it in case I draw in more venom.
Then I take a step forwards, and trip. I choke on sand, but then I stand up. Oh! I see a ray of light. Thinking good thoughts, I stumble towards the light. Then I step into the ray, and it becomes morning.
The light shines all around me. A soothing voice comforts me. As my eyes grow accustomed to the brightness of the morning, I hear singing, like the beautiful voices of a thousand angels. I take a step towards the music, then back into my safety. Then I gasp, for my eyes are seeing the most wonderful sight known to man: paradise.
As I look down on the unknown paradise, I hear heavenly voices once again. I cannot resist the urge to climb down the bank, and explore. I feel the soft sand on my feet, and hear birds of paradise singing their song. The dune grass is blowing, and I hear the ocean roar. Then, as I turn yet another bend, I see it. Yes - I see the Ocean. The sound is so loud, it seems like thunder. The waves crash upon the shore, scattering the nearby gulls. The colors of the water vary, from blue, to white, to green, and gray. I am so happy that I dance in the pure white sand, singing songs of delight. I finally collapse from exhaustion. I search through the sand, finding sand crabs, and pieces of Jade, and Agate. Then I find a long piece of seaweed and string my many treasures on it, to wear as a necklace.
Then, as I look up, I realize I have been transported to a different place, a tropical island. It is midnight, and I am seated on a cushioned throne with natives all around me. It is late, and I fall asleep to the beating of the natives' drums. Then I wake up, hearing someone call my name. But it is not my real name, Elizabeth. It's a child's voice calling, "Mommy, Mommy!".
Yes, the tropical paradise was all a dream. In reality, I am a mother of 6, not a dream princess. But it is true that life can sometimes be a nightmare, and sometimes a paradise. But, even though the years may come, and the years may go, and I will forget many things, I will never forget my dream, and I will always remember myself as I was in the dream: living, laughing, and loving life.
So, I should have posted on here ages ago, but... I didn't. Whatever. I actually don't really feel like posting right now, either, because my internet time is running out, but I'd just like to say:
I AM NOT DEAD.
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