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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING BLOG POST CONTAINS FOWL MOUTHEDNESS THAT I MOST LIKELY WILL NOT SENSOR DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW WHAT THESE WORDS ARE. IF YOU DON'T DO NOT READ THIS BLOG UNTIL YOU ASK YOUR PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mom if you're reading this, I'm sorry.

Cussing, cursing, vulgarity, and just all around fowl language are basically unavoidable. It's been this way since words were invented. As someone who was raised that bad words are, well, bad words my mouth is generally pretty clean. But that doesn't mean that bad words have no place. Sometimes you just need a word to describe something and 'dang' just doesn't cut it. But bad words aren't meant to be taken lightly. Words carry weight. I know that sounds stupid but think about it. Every word you read has a meaning to it. You can change one word in a sentence and it will change it's whole meaning. I love you. I hate you. One word makes a whole lot of difference. Notice at the start I said a 'generally' clean mouth. I am no saint. But I know that; Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. Proverbs 18:21. Your words are important and powerful, even if you don't think they are. One kind word or hateful comment can change even a stranger's entire day.
But it isn't enough to know that they're powerful. You also have to know their meanings. They are not just words used when you catch your toe on the kitchen table or lose your job. They have actual meanings and origins! That guy you just cussed out. You didn't just cuss him out. You literally damned him. You just said I damn you to hell! This is the same mouth you can cast demons out of! Your words hold a power you don't even understand and you can literally curse someone! Now don't get me wrong. God didn't give you the power to legit send someone's soul to hell, only he can do that. Fuck is pretty self explanatory. It means to have sex with someone, generally outside of marriage but this is yet another blog I need to add to my list.
Bitch is another one I hear all the time. But funnily enough I don't often hear it as an insult. It's more used like boys call other boys 'dude' or 'bro'. But the fact is it means to call someone a female breeding dog. You called a girl a worthless pet who's only use is to make babies. You are an asshole.
Speaking of assholes, it's one of those words that's not particularly horrible in meaning. You're just calling someone a butthole.  Ass is another word for butt and Donkey so even though it's a mean thing to say it's logically not worse than calling someone a butthole. But it still has weight and shouldn't be said without reason.
Now I'm gonna say one that I just feel should be addressed but most people should know that this one is wrong and why. For those of you who need to know, NEVER use the word Nigger! I feel dirty even typing it! Google has deemed this word as too bad to give an autofill for! It's slang for 'negro' meaning black but it's meaning is way more than its definition. I'm not very well educated on the whole meaning myself but the term goes back to the American slave trade and refers to African-Americans as 'black cattle' in a sense. You see why this is a BAD term? This one is making me uncomfortable so I'm just gonna leave with 'nuf said. I'm sorry I had to bring it up
You hear people all the time saying 'don't take the Lord's name in vain' but this commandment means WAY more than we originally understood. First off it's main focus is not on the phrase 'oh my god'. It was meant to refer to false prophets, people who were preaching against what God's word says in His name. 
Like they had His approval. 
What God is saying here is that we shouldn't put His name on something without just cause. If I make a stripper club in the 'name of the lord' that's just insulting and misusing what He gave us. And before you read that last sentence and think 'wow God's touchy, I just hurt His feelings' think of who God is. He is Holy, Perfect, Omnipotent (all knowing), Omnipresent (all present), and literally so big that there is no word for how big he is, he just is. When asked by how to describe Himself He literally says I am; Exodus 3:14. He isn't just big, he isn't just powerful. He just IS. He has a right to be angry when you stick His name on something that He doesn't approve of to begin with!
The other reason we shouldn't use His name in vain is the term most of us know. These days the words 'oh my god' and 'jesus' are used too much. Stop with me for a second and think of a word... now say it outloud for 30 seconds or so. Does it lose some of it's weight? A banana doesn't really feel like a banana after the fiftieth time you've said it does it? The word god loses it's weight over time. I don't care if you're a Christian, atheist or another religion, that word means something. After the billionth time hearing 'jesus' it stops sounding like the saviour of the word and starts sounding like and expletive.These words aren't meant to be thrown around like bouncy balls, they're meant to stick. Meant to leave a lasting impact. Even if my meaning of the word is different from yours.
We use these the word god way too much.
It doesn't even begin to describe Him. That's not even His real name you know. The Israelites had a name for Him. It was only allowed to be spoken once a year by the High Priest, the top leader who would spend all year cleaning himself for the event. Now THAT is a powerful word! It's a word you have to spiritually and physically cleanse yourself to speak. It is literally awe-inspiring! In my heart I'm sorta glad it's been lost. If it were known today it might be disrespected just as other words have been. I feel like calling Him God is putting Him too small. Like He's some character from Supernatural that you can find some spell for and kill. On Supernatural it's actually not that hard to kill a god. I can tell you exactly how to 'kill' Zeus, You need a stake struck by lightning (A stake not a steak, we're not striking cows with lightning) and a nice sturdy pair of rubber soled boots. That's it! They make it seem almost easy. 
Supernatural, however, has it all wrong. And I mean ALL of it but that's another post. God is so insanely big that it's laughable to think that you could so much as slightly irritate Him. Think of us as ants and God as the elephant. Only the elephant is bigger than the universe and we're still ant sized. So to use the word god so flippantly is absolutely horrifying and belittling of someone who can only be described as He Is.

Whew! That is enough typing for one day. If this blog perked your interest please let me know. And if you have anything you want me to talk about comment about it! I would love to hear from you! But for now it's TTFN. That's Ta Ta For Now!

Here's one of my other verses that didn't work it's way into my rant Hebrews 4:12

My OCD

Hi! My name is Brianna. I have OCD. My room is not clean, my bed is not made and my books are not sorted alphabetically. That is not my OCD.
But I will always put my socks on right then left and then my shoes, right then left. I will always pull my pants off by the right pant leg then the left. My phone will always be in my right back pocket and my headphones will always be on my left side.
That is my OCD.
I will always use shampoo, then put conditioner in, then wash my body, then rinse my hair. I will always brush my teeth right bottom, middle bottom, side bottom, right top, middle top, left top.
This is my OCD
 I will never step on a sidewalk seam. I will never step on the stairs with my left foot first. I will count the cars and light posts until I hit an even number that feels right. If I end on an odd number, I will find more cars until I have an even one. I find myself counting words rather than reading them. This sentence has an even amount of words. This one doesn't does not. I have to eat an even number of pieces. If I find myself with one m&m left I will bite it in half so I can have two. One piece on each side until there are none left. If I get cookies I will either get an even number or I will eat the first one in half, one half on each side of my mouth.
This is my OCD.
Sometimes people tease me for it. They think it's just something quirky I do for fun or as a habit. They make sure to eat two of my five gummy bears and leave me with an odd number. What they don't know is that I will spend the next half hour feeling uncomfortable. It makes me cringe at the thought of not pulling a door shut all the way. The feeling of incompleteness will cause me to open and close the door several times until it feels right.
That, is my OCD.
I like things neat and orderly. Everyone can appreciate a perfect line of pencils. But that is not my OCD unless three of those pencils are blue and two are red. I just changed the number of pencils in my imaginary scenario because four and one didn't feel right to me.
THAT is my OCD.
I count the lines on the floor or the colors in your eyes or the shapes on the wall or the cabinets in your kitchen. Putting away the dishes is my job because nobody else understands that the new spoons go on the bottom or that all the plates have to face to one side. They don't know that as I think of new things to type I am tapping my fingers on the keyboard and I am trying to make sure I put an even number and it never works so I just count them as pairs. Does this paragraph seem too long because at this point I am just trying to get the incomplete feeling to go away. It hasn't yet but that's okay because I will tap my finger against the table firmly until it feels right.
Yes that feels better.
All of these things have become such a part of me that I don't even notice them unless I leave myself with nothing else to think about. They mostly become background noise. Until I'm left with one m&m...
That is my OCD

Sticky Note Quote

I'm so proud of you. 

I just wanted to tell you 

in case no one has. <3 

To the person who left this sticky note on a poster at DCCC I just wanted to say thank you. I couldn't think of any way to tell you so I'm gonna write a blog about it. Around campus there have been several poster boards popping up with sticky notes and pens. Write something inspirational, It says, or take one if you need it. It seems like something cheesy or dorky but don't underestimate that kind of power. I needed somebody to tell me that today. If I hadn't, my depression would've won and I would've been beaten down, crumpled up, and tossed in a corner today. But instead somebody said they were proud of me. I don't know who and they don't know me but it's important to tell people that. So leave a little sticky note somewhere today and let somebody else know something important or something good about your day. They are important just like you are important. So what encuragement do you have to give to me today? Or to somebody else? A stranger? A janitor? I'm gonna pass this sticky note around and you can do the same. And by the way, Im proud of you too. I think you're pretty awesome. <3

TTFN that's tata for now! <3

Midnight Stories with Bri

Hi guys, so last night I had a dream that I thought was interesting enough to share. This post might not be your cup of tea but I'm gonna work on another one for next week. So without further ado, join me in Madness (again).

So my sister and I recently moved into a neighborhood, (I'd never lived in one before) so this story takes place in a form of neighborhood.

We were wandering around and ended up finding a shed in a neighbor's backyard and broke in (yes we broke into a shed, my dream self is a criminal).
We then decided to make it a clubhouse for ourselves and moved an entire office space into it because we are giant nerds. Then we start to eat our halloween candy which in my head for some reason was kinda like a camera angle of a trash can with somebody dropping trash next to it and didn't show us actually eating the candy. >.> But for some reason we had no intention of throwing away our trash because we are utter slobs.
Why am I focusing so much on the trash can? Because the owners found out about us but instead of wondering why there was someone's office in their shed they were more concerned about the fact that we refused to throw our trash in the bin... So they left us a note...

This is obviously the most logical thing to do in a situation where some creepy kids have set up shop in your shed but whatevs it's a dream so we'll let it slide. We then come back and instead of being thankful that the neighbors didn't call the police and, for some reason, seem fine with us trespassing, we continue eating
THE SAME CANDY IN THE EXACT SAME WAY AS THE FIRST TIME. Which of course makes the owners mad because littering indoors is the biggest law being broken here.
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Then we come home and try to get our uncle to make our treehouse (that could literally fall over with a breeze) into an office clubhouse. Which he won't do because, even though my uncle is awesome like that, he's not stupid enough to think that A: that's a good idea and B: he has anywhere close the the time or energy for a stupid project for his idiotic nieces. Which means that in dream world my uncle is the most rational person in my mind....       Which is in itself irrational.

So that was another example of how I belong in a mental institution and why mine reading should never be a thing because nobody should ever have to suffer through my brain.

LINK TO COOL VINE BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY RELEVANT THING I COULD FIND

This concludes Midnight Stories with Bri. Stay tuned next time when she says something logical.
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Imagination Station

Have you ever had an imaginary friend? Did it have cry candy tears, have the tail of the cat and the nose of an elephant? Maybe it wasn't so much a fully fleshed character as an idea, a voice with a name. My first imaginary friend was a snowman named Mr Snowman. He looked something like this:

He had twin daughters named Leela and Lila and they were my best friends. Eventually I grew out of a talking snowman but I never really could quit the habit. Anybody else way too 'old' for imaginary friends? I just turned 18 and I still talk to invisible people! But it's not because I'm crazy. I just don't spend a lot of time with people so I make my own friends. Am I the only one that does this? Pretend that Deadpool is following you around being basically a giant nusance? Or that the Doctor stopped in to have a chat while you clean your room. Am I weird? Probably. But I really love having a friend whenever I want one, who never makes drama unless I want them to. Maybe it's just my mind hoping that if I wish really REALLY hard, they'll finally be real. At any rate I don't think growing up will stop it. I think that the only way I'll be able to quit is if I find someone who makes me want to live in reality just as much as Harry Potter. So guys, you have a high standard to pass.

This post was inspired by the movie Inside Out which is now on my top 10 Disney movies. At any rate this isn't my best written post but I'm tired and I wanted to give you some food for thought. :) Shoutout to my fellow nutbrain Pheona and don't forget to dream. ;)

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Teacher's Extra Credit ;)

IT'S THE END OF THE YEAR! For college students anyways. I don't have a lot to talk about but I just wanted to say that I had an amazing teacher who was extremely helpful and if you can't say that by the end of the semester then you should quit the class. There's nothing more helpful than reading over a paper before you submit it. Thank you very much Mrs Grubbs!


Question of the post: What's your funniest teacher story?
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Dear English Class of 2012

Dear fellow students. The year is 2026 and as it's been ten years since our class ended I have decided to write a letter to tell you how time has passed. I'm assuming you have your diploma by now as I finished mine in the new university in space. I now have learned how to time travel and discover new dimensions. I have joined the intergalactic guardians of the universe and I just got promoted to captain! As a promotion gift my commander gave me permission to go into the past to see Jesus' death and resurrection! Tomorrow I leave for the candy dimension, I can't tell you all the details but I can say that it involves a very hungry cult of potato people. I hope you are well and that you never have to encounter an intergalactic issue.
Farewell and good luck,
Captain Smith

EPIC RAP MESSAGE

Time for another poetry reading! This one is on 2PAC's 'Changes.' For those of you who don't get why the video on the right is a rap song let me explain. Songs are poetry put to music, rap is no exception. I don't normally listen to rap but when I do it has to have meaning and man does this have meaning! Good rap isn't about how hard you're gonna bang that girl or how high you're gonna get tonight. It's an expression of what a person feels in a way that lets them say whatever they want. So without further explanation, here's my thoughts.               PS: Before you read this you should probably watch the video or you're just gonna be bored.     The song really brings to my attention how hurt and angered this man is. His people are being discriminated against because they're black and as we all know all blacks are criminals. He's talking about how people can't get out of this stereotype 

because they're only doing what they have to to survive. The line 'my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch' really hit me because it's true. Crime is caused (mostly) by people who don't know any other way to live. If you haven't eaten in days and nobody will help you then you'll have to resort to illegal methods to get what you need. If your father is an addict then you probably only know that life. Sure it's illegal but we aren't stopping the root of the problem. Instead of helping the people around us we look the other way until they end up in prison and then when or if they get out they still won't know any better and the cycle continues. We have the highest incarceration rates in the world and yet we aren't showing any difference from them. He was very right in saying 'Take the evil out the people they be acting right' because it's true. But we can't do that by locking criminals up. All that does is put a bandaid on a bullet wound. I happen to love this verse:

I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

The world is unforgiving. It beats down the people who live in it and it's only concerned with itself and its problems. The problem is that we've become strangers, two people from two different worlds who couldn't care less about each others lives. But what if I told you that that guy you just flipped off just lost his job. Or the lady at the cashier is a single mother trying to get by. Or maybe that jerk who treats everybody like trash was the one in his home who gets treated like trash. Suddenly you know them and feel for them. They become people too, not just faces to walk past. They become even more important when you realise that God created them and loves them and died for them. Then it becomes important to find out more about them. If we all cared about each other then when somebody needed some cash they wouldn't have to steal it. They would never have to feel worthless so they wouldn't feel the need to die. Everything changes when you start to see them as people.

So if God gave them the same gift he gave us who believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I to think that I could stand in God's way?" Acts 11:17

So the question of the blog is: what did you get from this poem and what do you think of my interpretation? Let me know in a comment below!

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PIG KILLING CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!

So I live in the self proclaimed barbecue capital of the world, Lexington North Carolina.
No seriously google BBQ capital of the world and you'll come up with my hometown and some place in Texas. And before a Texan (naming Pheona) starts arguing with me, Texas can have the beef capital. We do pigs here in NC and not much else so congratulations, you have the best cooked cow. (you monsters)

Now that the inevitable crap storm is addressed, let's move on.

The Lexington BBQ festival is a bigger deal than the town fair around here, they close all of mainstreet for the occasion and I know of several people who come from across the country to taste our greasy noms. But we don't just have a fair once a year to celebrate our swine slaughter, We have themed pig statues all across town that we call pigs in the city. Here's some of my favorites:

This is Miss Puffy, the peppermint pig.
She remains my favorite even though
she's no longer in front of our historical Candy Factory.

Here's her new and 'improved' version
but this one isn't covered in peppermints
so it's not as cute

Little does everyone know
but our mayor is actually a pig

Tom Swineyer reading at the local library.

Yes. This pig is a house.
Yes. It does have windows to see inside.
Yes. It does have things inside the house.

This one is out of this world!
I'm sorry...

Riding the pig to market...

There's even a Walmart pig 

                                     

Have you had enough of me pigging out? What about my meaty puns? Okay I'll stop I'm just being mean now. Anyways I don't know how to end this post out (again) so I'm just gonna cap things off with whatever BBQ meme I can find for the end. So without further adou, here's a crappy meme!

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The Art of Losing

One Art 

 The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

~Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 - 1979 

Life, and the things in it are fleeting. No matter how hard you try you will always lose something. As someone with a terrible memory this is very true. I can never remember the names or faces of the people I know, no matter how long I've known them. My parents have in just the past month made their divorce final. And Doctors recently confirmed that I have an eye disease that will cause me to go blind in my late thirties. I have lost so many things in my life but I am happier than I have been in a while. I have learned not to grasp my life tightly in my hand, attempting to keep God from changing it, but rather to let it rest in my open palm and let Him shape my future how He wants to.

And now: A poem of a poem.

The art of losing is easy to master

Sometimes it's painless

Like losing a hat or

Sometimes it's hard

Like losing a friend

Losing your income

Or burying your dead

But sometimes we lose things 

On purpose. 

For joy.

I lost my first house

but gained a four legged boy

I lost my shame

but I've never been stronger

Mother lost a husband

But she gained two daughters

I lost my control

But I gained peace in my soul

Question of the blog: What have you lost?
This oughta be a cheery one...

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The Magic Conch Shell

Let's talk election time! Oh stop your groaning I'm not going to ask 'who's stupider, Donald Trump or Patrick Star?' I'm gonna talk about flaws in elections as a whole. First I will turn to, arguably, our most well known founding father and greatest president ever: George Washington. Why the greatest president ever? Because he had no idea How anything was supposed to be done! He was the first president of a brand new country. That's like being the first person to start a club, you have no idea what you're supposed to do. Just an idea of how you want it to turn out and let's not forget the fact that it costs BILLIONS OF DOLLARS AND HAS MILLIONS OF PEOPLE IN IT. So he is the best president because he litterally helped build the American government. Feel free to Ooo and Ahh at how amazing our founding fathers were because man do they deserve it!

I'm going to focus on one of his more poignant quotes:

“However [political parties] may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely in the course of time and things, to become potent engines, by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion.”

Was that too long winded for you? Me too. To simplify our fluent quote: Political parties are popular, but they also allow people with selfish intent to take advantage of our parties and get our vote. Just because you're a Republican you'll vote for a Republican. It's what we call an either-or fallacy. You are either a Democrat or a Republican but you can't be in the middle. In his finale inauguration President George Washington told us not to divide into political parties. A hundred years later what did we do? Divide ourselves. The problems with this are that we then judge our fellow Americans by their political parties instead of by who they are as a person.

The other problem I see with our voting practise is how candidates run. It may surprise some of you to know that during the first several elections the candidate didn't nominate themselves. Their colleagues did. This helped keep people for running out of personal gain. Granted it didn't work all that well but it was an attempt. The other things their friends did for their candidates is to campaign for them. They didn't do it for themselves and it was a far more modest event. Over time the voting system has become more of a competition than it should be, with candidates insulting other candidates rather than honestly telling us how they will help the people. It's become more of a fight for power than a vote on who is most suitable to lead our country.

I don't really have a good way to end this out so I'm just gonna finish with my new ending thing: Question of the blog! This is the part of the blog where you can COMMENT so I don't have to go to bed thinking nobody reads my blogs. *sobs quietly in the corner* My blogs aren't just a grade I get in class. I want this to be a conversation where I reply to your comments. I can't have a conversation if there's no feedback. <3
Question of the blog: What are your opinions on our political system?

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Tour of America

PS: Please ignore this post. Pictures are weird on blogger.

Today we will be doing going on a tour of America IN MEMES!!!

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You seriously want me to write this insanity? *sigh* Okay here goes nothing.

If you're going to America you'll need to know what to pack.
Here is my list:

Everybody knows America for its unhealthy (and delicious) food so don't forget to bring your stomach!


Laziness is also an important cultural pastime so be sure to bring your lack of a to-do list.


As some of us are self aware we are also the leading producer of no-effort health diets


And as the third biggest country in the world you'll need your selfie stick to forever commemorate the wonders of nature.


But above all don't forget to bring our biggest export:


Now on to the trip itself. Let me tell you about the good old USA.

Whatever you do just don't come in illegally. It's not free to get into the land of the free.

Please excuse the language

We have great healthcare,


And since every redneck in the country owns a gun you're in good hands!


All of our people are highly educated,


Our government is perfect.


And we're always friendly

And don't forget our famous waving fields of grain

Which we appropriately earned.


Isn't America such an awesome place?


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Moonlight Dream "Poetry Composition"

Moonlight Dream

How does one say how it is to sleep,

Like falling into darkness

Or on a bed of sheep,

To look up at the night's lights

And watch them fade to black,

To feel the blades of green press gently into your back,

To hear the serenade

Of tiny hopping beasts,

To know that they too

Must one day bow to sleep,

You know not what your dream will be

Nor if you'll dream at all

You know you will be missed

And sad sweet dew will fall,

While you float gently into peace

Beneath the moon's sweet call

Brain Squinting "Description"

When you are describing,
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things
With a sort of mental squint.
~Lewis Carroll

Brief flight

Feathers fly to caress you 

As you float upon the seas

Of the breath of life and nature,

You can taste its gentle breeze,

It fills you with serenity

And you cease to see the end

Of your flight running, racing out of wind,

Your palms stretch out like wings 

Collecting silken feathers in your hands,

And time stands still for you my friend,

You know not when the end will come

But it's rushing fast to greet you

And you know cannot cease its run

So raise your head for one last glimpse of sun.

So I'll be thinking in abstract rhyme for the rest of the night. That's what I get for writing poetry right before I got to bed. Surely I'm not the only one who watches so many British shows that you realize the voice (or voices) in your head is talking in a British accent. Am I the only one who does this? More confirmation of my already confirmed insanity I guess

PS: I seem to be having problems with font/highlighting bugs. I don't know how to fix them so they just get to be an eyesore whenever they pop up. If you have any imput on the subject please let me know!

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Flash Fiction

My teacher couldn't have picked a better blog prompt that flash fiction. I'm so excited! Basically this is going to be the shortest, short story in the short time this shilly blog has ever shtarted (I ran out of sh-words).

But what if I'm glad
That my rhyming is bad?
(Dr Seuss eat your heart out)

I was walking down the street, sun shining, birds singing, when I saw him. It was like the heavens had opened and made a light to shine down on him alone. Everything and everyone else faded away as I looked into his hazel eyes, the light shining through his light brown hair and making him glow. His brow was furrowed as he looked at me, like he'd seen me somewhere before. He shrugged, he must've been imagining it, and walked away. I felt a twinge of disappointment, I was expecting him to feel something too. But as I watched him slowly disappear I knew he was the one. The first boy I would ever kill.

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This I Believe

What do I believe? Well I believe in freedom. I believe in love. I believe in imagination. But what guides me through life and governs the choices I make? The answer is simple.

God.

He governs every part of my life from the way I interact with people to the food I put in my body. (though I'm not always obedient to everything he tells me to do) But why do I let someone who some people believe is a myth rule my life? That answer is not quite as simple. 

The first thing I can think of is this, that I have seen and felt things that could only be explained by Him. I have felt at peace with the world at a time when any 'normal' person would have been a sobbing heap. (not that I haven't had my fair share of those times) And I have seen someone scrape the bottom of the barrel and come out with enough to feed the 5,000. Granted, there are some things that could just be 'coincidences' but I know some of them could not be explained. And if I believe God is real and watching over me then I can honestly say that there is no such thing as a coincidence!

What else gives me reason to obey God? Something we, both Christian and non Christians alike, often overlook when we think about what being a Christian means. Christianity is supposed to be a relationship not a religion. God calls Christians to have a true relationship with Him. Sure there are other rules too but the truth is if we truly have a relationship with God all the rules will be easy to follow most of the time. In this life rules run rampant but the only ones God requires of us are to love God above all else and love your neighbor as yourself. All the rules are summed up in these two.
I don't just believe in some unknown deity. I believe in a living God who is not just my creator but my Father and my Friend. I am currently trying to grow my relationship with Him but I am flawed and often have trouble giving my whole life to Him. However, I want God to be my everything. Because of Him I am unafraid of my financial struggles, I can have peace during my struggles with depression, and I can have hope in a future with separated parents and a failing economy.
I believe in lots of things. But most importantly I believe in my God.

TTFN! That's tata for now!