I have finally caught up to you all :):).
I just want to say how nice it is to actually have people that read what I have to say and always give great imput. Nicole, Natalie, Skippy, Wandering Child, Aren, thank you. And thanks to anyone new who visits, or just doesn't comment as often. It's all appreciated. :)
Words are power. I think as bloggers, we all realize that. Writing is the way we express ourselves, make sense of things. The great advantage of blogging to private journalism, is that we get to see the way other people view things. We get that insight, that new way of thinking. I'm just happy we have that chance. I've been reading, and I'm almost finished with The Book Theif by Markus Zusak. Wow, talk about an incredible book. It really makes you think about alot of things, especially the power of words. Especially for Liesel, the book theif and the word shaker. Words can inspire, words can convince, words can kill. But words can also save. It all depends on how you choose to use them. Adolf Hitler used words to march the jews straight into the ground. That doesn't mean someone else can't use them to lead us to the clouds. I'm not referring to heaven here, I'm not exactly religious :P. I'm just saying, words can do so much, in either extreme. That's why I want to be a writer, I want to be like Liesel Meminger, a word shaker.
Alright, my philosophical moment is over. I'll sink back into the rut of school and obligations. Everyone was excited today over a rumor that school was closing early. Apparently, someone's mother texted them saying the news said our school had an early dismissal. This was either faulty news, or an untrue rumor :P. I'm voting the rumor. So everyone was on edge after the announcement that today would be a regular, full day. Around ninth period though, snowflakes started falling, and by the end of the day, the ground was covered in a fresh blanket of white. I was kind of excited to tell you the truth :). I think winter's pretty. Just the cold gets to me, but I'll get myself used to it as I do every year. There's something whimsicle about winter though, when there's snow. Something that calms and soothes, but at the same time, evokes a girl to pelt a boy with a snowball on the way from one barn to the next. It makes you feel like a kid again.
I know I'm not ancient, I'm only sixteen. But I can feel myself growing up, I can give you a prime example from Spanish class. Our teacher has a young daughter, whose artwork decorates the walls of our room in parts, and I noticed this 3-Dish drawing, but it looked like it was made of foam. I had never seen anything like it. I asked, and apparently this new substance is called "puffy paint". How did I ever miss the invention of puffy paint?! I mean, where in the world was I? Plus Christmas has lost some of it's magic. I remember being younger, counting down the weeks and weeks until the big day. Now it's less than two weeks away and I haven't even given my Grandma my list, and I haven't gone shopping for anyone. Where has the time gone? I just want to flip a switch and freeze everything, so I can catch myself up . I'm hoping this snow will last and I can feel the holiday spirit. A snowday for tomorrow better be in the works :), I desperately need one.
Well, Happy Fiftieth to me, and happy blogging everyone :P