Happy Easter! I hope it's a lovely one for everybody. So since I'm here to write about my minuscule life on earth, I'll get right to it.
I really don't have much to complain about. I have wonderful, beautiful (and handsome) friends, and only two weeks left before summer. Oh summer, how I've missed you! Summer is when I get to be 100% myself all the time. No school uniforms, no homework. Just camp, friends, sun, and Jesus. Camp especially is where I thrive. The people there know me as the person I want to be all year long. Funny, godly, and a leader. I am closer to those people than I am to some that I see every day. And I LOVE Church of Christ camp. So much. It's only about ons month away, praise God. That place changes my life.
Speaking of things changing my life, I'm starting to get into the "taken" mindset. I'd been single for quite a while before this, so it's taken me a little bit to start thinking like a girlfriend again. I'm naturally such a flirt, so I've had to consciously change my behavior. But all's well that ends well. I just don't try to plan too far in advance, ever. I feel like it's just not a good idea. But I'm happy just having fun now, I'm trying not to take myself too seriously. Sometimes I have to remind myself.."you're only sixteen, Anna. Live a little."
So today, I'm good. We'll see about tomorrow when it gets here.
My whole family is home this weekend. I almost forget how loud it is with everyone here..but then they all come and remind me. It's awfully stressful having such a full house. No major catasyrophies yet. Yet. I'm super PMS, so I may or may not have taken out one of my family members by this time tomorrow.
But I'm quite tired, I'll see you again soon!
Adieu,
Anna
About Me
- Anna*
- I'm Anna. I'm not like anyone else I know. I sing, I dance. I fall down and I get up again. I love to love, and I love to laugh. I've cried before and I'll cry again, but the sun keeps coming back out. I love Jesus, He saved me when I didn't have a place or a friend in the world. Enjoy my blog, I've written it just for you. Always, Anna
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Waitin on the world to change.
Going to watch college choirs always puts a worried feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I mean, not that a worried feeling in the pit of my stomach is unusual by any means, but still.
I'm not certain of very many things in my life. I'm kind of at a middle stage right now. A crossroads, of sorts. People turn to me and ask me what my life's gonna accomplish, and they fully expect me to have an answer. I don't, of course. I'm taking it a day at a time..but that isn't enough for some people. Namely, my parents.
They're scheduling college tours, trips. Mail piles up at my house, admissions officers calling all the time. It's like they're trying to rush my life away! No one else I know is so stressed about this so soon, why should I be?
One day at a time.
In other news, I'm going to commit a felony if the showchoir sub doesn't ease up a little on the psychotic, OCD, crazy woman routine. I don't consider myself much of a diva, but I so can be when the situation calls for it. And my Situation Line has been ringing nonstop for a few days now.
I know I'm in no position of authority in choir, but I am still fully allowed to be bothered when a crazy red head comes in and starts screwing the system! And I am bothered, let me assure you.
Our show isn't going to be bad, I'm not worried about that. But the setup is ridiculous. She's got us singing backup for the JR high for the first two songs. I mean, does senority not count for anything anymore? Gosh.
So a new girl just recently moved to my school, and is now hanging out with my group of friends..she told me yesterday that she's just so happy that she found such nice people to hang out with, because she was so scared that no one was going to like her. I told her I said the exact same thing when I moved schools.. I have the best friends in the world.
Speaking of my friends, they're gradually all meeting my boyfriend. Their approval really does mean a lot to me..they're my accountability sisters, and they know me more than I do sometimes.
My days have been so long lately. I'm looking forward to some free time this weekend.
Until next time,
Love x 3.
Anna
I mean, not that a worried feeling in the pit of my stomach is unusual by any means, but still.
I'm not certain of very many things in my life. I'm kind of at a middle stage right now. A crossroads, of sorts. People turn to me and ask me what my life's gonna accomplish, and they fully expect me to have an answer. I don't, of course. I'm taking it a day at a time..but that isn't enough for some people. Namely, my parents.
They're scheduling college tours, trips. Mail piles up at my house, admissions officers calling all the time. It's like they're trying to rush my life away! No one else I know is so stressed about this so soon, why should I be?
One day at a time.
In other news, I'm going to commit a felony if the showchoir sub doesn't ease up a little on the psychotic, OCD, crazy woman routine. I don't consider myself much of a diva, but I so can be when the situation calls for it. And my Situation Line has been ringing nonstop for a few days now.
I know I'm in no position of authority in choir, but I am still fully allowed to be bothered when a crazy red head comes in and starts screwing the system! And I am bothered, let me assure you.
Our show isn't going to be bad, I'm not worried about that. But the setup is ridiculous. She's got us singing backup for the JR high for the first two songs. I mean, does senority not count for anything anymore? Gosh.
So a new girl just recently moved to my school, and is now hanging out with my group of friends..she told me yesterday that she's just so happy that she found such nice people to hang out with, because she was so scared that no one was going to like her. I told her I said the exact same thing when I moved schools.. I have the best friends in the world.
Speaking of my friends, they're gradually all meeting my boyfriend. Their approval really does mean a lot to me..they're my accountability sisters, and they know me more than I do sometimes.
My days have been so long lately. I'm looking forward to some free time this weekend.
Until next time,
Love x 3.
Anna
Monday, April 4, 2011
I'm on my soapbox today.
Hey, strangers. I haven't posted in WEEKS, and for that I am truly sorry. I've got a lot of material to cover, so I'll just get started.
The choir trip to Orlando? Awesome. Stressful, and too estrogen-filled at times, but much much better than school.
Honor Choir? More than awesome. I SO love being in a space with like-minded people, making incredible music. These people get that music isn't just notes on a page or something you sing along to in the car, it's a lifestyle. It's universal expression on emotions that people normally might not even understand. It comes off the page and can move people. Music can fix people. It can change someone's whole outlook on their life or situation. In a hundred years, my great great great grandchildren probably won't remember my name, but they'll know music. Is there anything, other that God, that stretches that far? Music is eternal. I picture my life without music and it's not a happy place.
Anyway! Sorry, I tend to ramble on about things that are super important to me. Speaking of which, the new guy in my life is excellent so far (I say that, because I don't wanna jinx him). The relationship happened as a complete surprise to me, I wasn't looking for anybody to be in my life like that..it just kind of happened. He makes me happy. And I think it was about dang time for somebody that made me happy, and visa versa.
School is kicking my butt. I'm so enormously sick of doing school work that I could run and scream. RUN. AND. SCREAM. Especially English class. Let's just say my teacher and I have different opinions about, oh..EVERYTHING. I want to explain to her that I am a free spirit and cannot be contained by foolish grammar rules. I'll write, I'll write all day long. But having to concentrate on whether or not I'm in present tense or if all my sentences are "unified." I think writing should be like music, with rules but also room to run off if you're feeling like it. In my English class, I have no room. None.
In other news, I'm going to this dance thing on Saturday with my sweet best friend. I'm excited. I love to dance. I may dance a little..err..questionably, but anyone knows me knows that I am not the person that I may dance like. I've got a few friends that will dance with me, so I'm looking forward to it.
My family is as dysfunctional as ever, and I may run away one of these days. Just take off. I'd come back, of course, but it's the act of running away itself that would make me feel better.
Okay, last topic, because I have to go re-type an english paper for the aforementioned class.
Being a Christian in highschool is no easy task. How do you wittness, be an example, without being a judgemental bigot? How can you tell people what they're doing isn't right, when you're just as not right as they are? I want people to feel like they can talk to me, and I think that I've gotten that across to some people, but I'm coming up short. I'm afraid people see me as the all-knowing, all-judging Christian girl that couldn't understand anyone's problems, ever. So I'm stressing about it..but thing'll get better. I'll learn. But I'm off, thanks for reading my nonsense.
Lovelovelove.
Anna
The choir trip to Orlando? Awesome. Stressful, and too estrogen-filled at times, but much much better than school.
Honor Choir? More than awesome. I SO love being in a space with like-minded people, making incredible music. These people get that music isn't just notes on a page or something you sing along to in the car, it's a lifestyle. It's universal expression on emotions that people normally might not even understand. It comes off the page and can move people. Music can fix people. It can change someone's whole outlook on their life or situation. In a hundred years, my great great great grandchildren probably won't remember my name, but they'll know music. Is there anything, other that God, that stretches that far? Music is eternal. I picture my life without music and it's not a happy place.
Anyway! Sorry, I tend to ramble on about things that are super important to me. Speaking of which, the new guy in my life is excellent so far (I say that, because I don't wanna jinx him). The relationship happened as a complete surprise to me, I wasn't looking for anybody to be in my life like that..it just kind of happened. He makes me happy. And I think it was about dang time for somebody that made me happy, and visa versa.
School is kicking my butt. I'm so enormously sick of doing school work that I could run and scream. RUN. AND. SCREAM. Especially English class. Let's just say my teacher and I have different opinions about, oh..EVERYTHING. I want to explain to her that I am a free spirit and cannot be contained by foolish grammar rules. I'll write, I'll write all day long. But having to concentrate on whether or not I'm in present tense or if all my sentences are "unified." I think writing should be like music, with rules but also room to run off if you're feeling like it. In my English class, I have no room. None.
In other news, I'm going to this dance thing on Saturday with my sweet best friend. I'm excited. I love to dance. I may dance a little..err..questionably, but anyone knows me knows that I am not the person that I may dance like. I've got a few friends that will dance with me, so I'm looking forward to it.
My family is as dysfunctional as ever, and I may run away one of these days. Just take off. I'd come back, of course, but it's the act of running away itself that would make me feel better.
Okay, last topic, because I have to go re-type an english paper for the aforementioned class.
Being a Christian in highschool is no easy task. How do you wittness, be an example, without being a judgemental bigot? How can you tell people what they're doing isn't right, when you're just as not right as they are? I want people to feel like they can talk to me, and I think that I've gotten that across to some people, but I'm coming up short. I'm afraid people see me as the all-knowing, all-judging Christian girl that couldn't understand anyone's problems, ever. So I'm stressing about it..but thing'll get better. I'll learn. But I'm off, thanks for reading my nonsense.
Lovelovelove.
Anna
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