Call life alert! I've fallen asleep and I can't get up!

Some days I accidentally wake up at 11:30pm, think that the 11 is a six and do my hair in the middle of the night. I can't tell the difference between midnight and morning.

I decided that by wearing cheetah print shoes I am literally taking this day from normal to awesome. Just by a pair of shoes.

Since school started, my left brain has eaten my right brain and become morbidly obese. In case that sentence went right over your head, right brain deals with creativity and left brain deals with logic. The teachers at school murdered my right brain and now my left brain is all that's left. This is a difficult thing to deal with when basically 70% of the things I like to do use my right brain. I'll let you know when it's resurrected. Until then, don't expect to much from this blog.

Basically

We got a new toilet. 

I was the first to go in it.

I am very proud of that fact.

My lawn and I are very similar.
We both love it when it rains.

I'm a Sophomore. 

(a poem)

Big bad new school.

All the kids think they're the chedder,

But I know better,

They're not so cool. 

If books were cake I would be fat.

And happy. 

But books aren't cake,

So I'm not fat.

Just happy.

I hid a dream catcher in my closet.

I want you all to know now that I am petty. 

And I am very very concerned about shoes.

Go home highschool. 

You're drunk.

Spiritual Sunday (a little late)

"Long ago you and I were born as daughters (or sons) in our Heavenly Father’s family. … Each one of you was a valiant and noble woman (or man) in your premortal life."

-CAROL B. THOMAS

Just a quick reminder that we are all children of our Heavenly Father. We are joint-heirs with Christ, the King of Kings. We are of great worth and who we are in this life does not change our soul's true identity. 

On having a broken heart

Remember when I used to do spiritual Sunday posts?

No?

Oh. Let me remind you:

"Broken chains set free

Broken swords bring peace

Broken walls make friends of you and me

To break the ranks of sin

To break the news of Him

To put on Christ until His name feels broken in

Broken souls that need His mending

Broken hearts for offering

I'm convinced that God loves broken things."

-Kenneth Cope

My thoughts today are on being broken. On a broken heart and a contrite spirit. I never understood that term before, I thought having a "broken heart" was a bad thing. That it meant sadness and despair. Then my mother gave me the analogy that to have a "broken heart" is more like being a "broken horse" you are obedient and humble. To offer up a "broken heart" is to be obedient to the Lord and what He wants from us. Just as a broken horse obeys his master and follows him, so must we obey out Master and follow Him. 

bro·ken  

/ˈbrōkən

a. Subdued totally; humbled: a broken heart.

Funny thing...

Once upon a time I made a quote on a picture of Brooklyn.

Then I sent it to a man named Ryan Hawk

Who put it on his website 

I thought that was pretty cool. 

I forgot about this picture until one day, 

It showed up on pinterest.

I traced it back to Ryan Hawk's pinterest

It had been pinned off him 351 times. 

What?

I thought that was pretty cool.

 And so I decided to share it with you. 

Because that's what you put on a blog,

Funny things that happen.