The Unknown.

Do you know exactly how much is unknown? Because I don't know what is unknown, nor do I know how much of it is not known. Do not you just hate that? I do. I hate not knowing the unknown, not even knowing how much of it I would have to learn before knowing all of that which is not known.

Stupid unknown. Never knows when to stop. At least I do not know when unknown stops.

My words are poop.

Do you ever feel like poop? I know I do. Unlike most people, I don't feel like poop when others are mean to me. Usually I'm just like "Wow, you have impressed me with your mean abilities, you are completely right..." (Or not.) okay, more like "Um, yeah. Your meanness I don't care about."
Now if what they said while being mean was true or something.... then yeah, it'd be a bit different.

Mostly when I feel like poop it is because I have hurt somebody I love. I don't just mean the kind of things we'll get over in five minutes. But the one's that might not even be gotten over. Luckily, I have not hurt too many of my friends. (that I know of) And most friendships that have been damaged have been repaired. MOST. That's when I feel like poop, when I can't fix what I had to go and break in the first place.

When I get angry, or ooberly frustrated, my mouth (or fingers) start sending messages that my brain hasn't approved of yet. These messages are usually things that I know for a fact will cut hard at the other person. It's a talent that nobody should have, yet so many do. It's disgusting.

The worst part is, when the other person just stops. Stops arguing back, stops fighting, stops talking, everything stops. I have been so terrible that they give up. There is a twitch of satisfaction, but that is before the realization sets in. I have killed my friend.

The poopiest of poops is when they won't even hear me apologize. When I have hurt them so much they won't even look at, or accept my apology.

That saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." was said by the biggest chronic liar in the world. (That, or they were deaf.)

Words hurt. They hurt more than guns, or whips, or the gnashing of teeth, words start wars, words kill millions, words can do more harm with one flick of the tongue than an atomic bomb. At least with a bomb *boom* you're dead, but with words you have to live,-suffer through the pain, and even after apologies remove that knife there will always, ALWAYS be a scar.

James, he was a pretty cool guy. He wrote a really cool book and in it he addresses words and stuff... You should read it sometime. But in it he says
"but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison." (James 3:8 ESV)
He goes on to say:

"With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so." (James 3:9-10 ESV)

I do not use this for an excuse, "It's untamable, so it's not my fault..."

Guys, the tongue may be untamable, but we are not! We control our own bodies, and when we know we'll end up saying or doing something stupid if we're put in a certain situation (wait for it....) DON'T PUT YOURSELF IN THAT SITUATION!!! At least 90% of arguments don't need to have been had. Things I say all the time I wish I could take back, but I cannot. And just like the people I hurt with my villianous ability to blindly blurt stupidly mean things must live being hurt by what I have said to them, I have to live knowing that no matter how sorry I am I can never unsay a thing once said.

Let us all hold each other accountable for potty training our mouths.

That is all I have fore today, thank you.

Whoo-hoo! Parents are outta town!! Part: 3 This is the End.

Praise Jesus! My family is back! And it's about time. Despite what it might have looked like by view of my blog it's been pretty crazy here. Whoo....

The week was pretty crazy though. On friday we had a CA-razy time at Good News Clubs at the local elementary school. (A child evangelism after school program.) All of the little "angels" were INSANE, we suspect it was a leftover sugar high from halloween.

However that evening I went to a costume party. I put on all my best attire. (Cape, sword, guns, feathers, the whole works.) However, unlike everyone else, my costume did not consist of things that were purchased to be a costume. They were things that I have collected over the years because I genuinely have an interest in the like. Therefore I wasn't technically wearing a costume. Just clothes that were strange.

Some would come up to me and try to guess what/who I was:
"Lemme guess, Zelda?? Er,, Link?"
"Legolas right?"
"Frodo!"
"Are you another Katniss??"
"Well, from the waist down you look all vampire slayer. Yet from the waist up it looks Assassn's Creed meets Robin Hood."

I couldn't really answer people when they asked who I was. My costume was original, not copying a character. Duh. So I had a different answer each time.

"Katniss after she went insane."
"Hillary Clinton with guns."

and my personal favorite...

"What costume?"

Refusing to acknowledge that I was wearing a costume of any sorts. "I always dress like this."

It was a fun night. Probably the highlight of the whole week. My sisters and I went shopping on saturday, and had a full random whatever tv marathon on sunday. Untilpa. Mypa. Parentspa. Finallypa. Gotpa. Homepa. (That sunday evening.)

It was about time. Most adult things I can handle. But parent things are way out of my league. That's right, I'm not ashamed to say it.

Boys and girls this now concludes are eventful series on "Whoo-hoo! Parents are outta town!!", THE END

28 random things about me that are "unusual."

I'm not normal, hopefully you know this by now. Because if you don't, well then... you should re-read (or perhaps first-read) some older blog posts. They will either remind you (or in general show you for a firsties) of how weird and strange I am, OR how much like me you are. We shall see my young padawon, we shall see.

Well, you know... oh wait, no you don't. Let me tell you. In 28 randomly, and nermically organized order... if that makes any sense. I'm confused.

1. I do not speak the same dialect of english as most "English-speaking" people. You will find words such as "indeed" and even "bloody pumpernickel" in my vocabulary. I know those aren't the strangest ones I use... but to be quite frank with you I can't seem to think of anymore.

2. When I was twelve I specifically asked for the 1938 Robin Hood soundtrack for Christmas. This was the same Christmas that I received a green hooded cape from my brother (brilliant gift by the by) and a wooden handmade longbow from my parents. I was taller than I was at the time.

3. I once OD'd on hotdogs and ever since have not been able to look at one without wanting to throw up. Everywhere.

4. I've generally had the same hairstyle since I was fifteen.

5. I'm NOT in love with Johnny Depp. That guy that everyone seems to love.

6. I have affectively been in love with a fictional/legendary character since I was 12. This has not changed, if he appeared today and asked me to marry him, I would look at him and say "You busy right now? Let's do this thing."

7. This fictional/legendary character may or may not be Robin Hood.

8. I tend to put on my green hooded cape while I clean my room. Or randomly when I am not in the greatest of moods.

9. I still have a blankie.

10. Eight is one of my favorite numbers.

11. I have only ever sorta cried in one movie. Ever. It sorta mighta kinda been at the part in Tangled where Eugene died.

12. What costume? This is what I look like.

13. I plea the fifth commandment. . . Wait....

14. This is embarrassing. I meant third commandment.

15. I believe in guns. They exist. I know they do!!

16. I could listen to a random song from a soundtrack and give a pretty accurate guess as to who composed it. (This is a game I play with my sister's. Fo real.)

17. My media expertise ranges from Clint Barton (And his shmexy arms) to George, of the Knightly clan, to Archie Kennedy. (Midshipman and loyal friend of Horatio Hornblower.)

18. I am one of few who believe Bob Ross is the master commander when it comes to painting.

19. I have decided to name my first son Giaus Tiberious Whatevermylastnameis. (Don't ask)

20. The pinky is the ninja finger.

21. Ski-doosh. #YODO (YODO: You Only Die Once)

22. I use weird voices by default when I'm getting tired. Wether or not I realize that I'm tired.

23. I can count super high. Trust me, I did it once when I was eight.

24. I am really pale. I am human. But pale. Not sick. But pale. I lack the ability to tan.

*cough*
http://blogofrandomthings.blogspot.com/2012/09/no-im-not-sick-i-just-look-like-this.html
*cough*

25. Automatic toilets scare me. They always go off before you even stand up. I mean fo real.

26. I am a cylon. *Insert "All along the Watchtower" sound clip here*

27. Gosh, I'm counting pretty high today aren't I? Well, I DID get more than decent grades in first grade math. :)

28. My sisters and I have coined the phrase "melestache" referring to a creepy mustache.

Now you might could possible see a little bit into this twisted brain of mine, I hope you have a better understanding of me.... Or maybe not so much.

THE END.