Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday

"How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
-- How Deep The Father's Love for Us--
Today is Good Friday.
The Friday where my Savior was nailed to a cross and died for us,
not because He had to, but because He loved us and wanted to save us from the sin that we were dripping in. The sin that would have sent us to our graves forever. But he took that sin, even though He was innocent, that we could live eternally in Heaven with Him just by calling on His name and believing in Him.
Today, I have been given the best gift anyone could ever give me.
A gift that I take for granted way too often.
A gift that I will never have thanked Him enough for.
Today is Good Friday.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013











B r a v e .


Adven                                                                                               turous.

Soar ing.






Tuesday, March 26, 2013


"your not lost at all, you know exactly what your doing."
"and what exactly am i doing"
"searching the world over, looking for nothing more than yourself. you have to trust, trust that life is going to come along side of where you are and help you out. stop worrying so much about tomorrow and live out all you can today. i think people have bought into some underlying though that you have to to have graduated high school by age 18, college by 22, then you have to be married by 25, then have your first kid by 29, your first house by 32, partner @ 40, et cetra, but i want to find out who made these social rules and break his knee caps. i think so many people rush to play by social rules that they neglect the fact that you can make your own rules!"
-- excerpt from "The Orphaned Anythings"
Maybe the lack of punctuation is driving you crazy. I know that typing this excerpt out took a lot of self control in trying not to fix the errors. But I kinda like it. It's different. But thats not the reason why I shared this. I shared this because I never had thought of that before but it's so true. Even now, at 18, I feel pressured to find a guy and to get my AA done as soon as I can. And why? There's no rush. There's no rush in living. I think he's right. Life will come along side wherever you are, so don't rush it. Don't try to live so hard that you aren't living. Don't worry about it. Just live it and enjoy it and take your time and don't freak out if you haven't done X, Y, Z number of things before you reach a certain age. Who cares that I don't drive or have had a job yet even though I'm 18? The time will come some day. It doesn't need to be now. Just take life day by day and with a smile.
Because honestly, when you got a smile on your face, anything can happen that day. 
Chin Up, Butter Cup.
Anything can happen today.
It's full of possibilities.
Don't you agree?
You know,
Peter Pan was quite smart for being so young.

It is, Peter Pan. It is.

Monday, March 25, 2013

This Week

Can Be Summed Up in a Few Words:

Sore Throat.
Queasy Stomach.
And Sleep.

This is pretty much why I haven't *Been* on Blogger really. I'm still not 100% up to par either right now. I've been sick. And on top of that, I had 3 tests too that I had to do while I was sick. It's not real fun. However, I'm on the tail end of it, thank goodness. We went to the WalkIn Clinic finally on Friday and found out it was more than just the common cold. I got a chest and sinus infection. So, I'm on antibiotics and steroids and mucinex and things are starting to clear up now. Yaay!

When one is sick, it almost seems like you are a whole different person and life is completely different. Do you ever feel that way? Like even if you had previous plans or thoughts, sickness shoves it out of the way and puts it on hold. Instead sleep is basically your best friend and you don't have much of an appetite for things and you don't really want to go out and socialize. You are perfectly content with lounging on the couch away from the world, away from facebook, away from blogs, etc. You have so much lack of energy.

One of the perks though, is there really isn't anything better when you're sick than taking a warm shower, watching a movie with your family, and eating Rita's Italian Ice which is basically like a life saver for your poor throat.  Or fruit bars. Oh my goodness, they are amazing.And sometimes it's nice taking a break from the world and just sleeping like a bear in hibernation. Anyways, I AM feeling better than I did the last couple of days and will get back to regular posting and such.
I hope you had an amazing first day of Spring and an awesome weekend!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


- It was unexpected that a guy was standing at the door with bright neon pink glasses holding the door open for everyone at school and calling them darlings when they thanked him.

- It was unexpected to see someone in a green top hat for the fun of it.

- It was unexpected that a guy would walk by me whistling: "I Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley.

- It was unexpected that I would play "Go Fish" in my Speech Class as a class activity.

- It was unexpected to be able to get to go to an Owl City concert in April for free.

- It was unexpected to get the chance to ride a wave runner in April as well.

- It was unexpected to have a warm weather day when the forecast called for rains all day yesterday.

- It was unexpected that I found out about CRU, A Bible study program for Disney College students who meet once a week and main mission is to spread the Gospel. (An unanswered prayer it seems here, because that was one of my reasons why I might not do the DCP. Because I wouldn't have a church to meet with and I didn't know if my roommates would have the same morals as me so i was hoping for a sign or something to come up because I really want to do the DCP but I wanted to make sure it was something God had in store for me too and could use me in. I wanted it to not just be something I planned for myself.)

- It was unexpected to get pie lastWednesday.

- This week was unexpected. It's events. The happy mood I am in. The sudden passion and desire and appreciation for life. The way I'm actually greeting people or smiling at people or joining in conversations more.. It's just all unexpected. And I like it. And the world is full of you-never-knows- and possibilities but you got let yourself find them and not shy away from the world. It's been unexpected and now I'm expectating unexpectancy. And being happy about the roads up ahead that I can't see.






Magic. Magic. Magic.
Unexpected Magic is My Life.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Céad Míle Fáilte

" A Hundred Thousand Welcomes. "
That's what Céad Míle Fáilte means.

 The suite we're staying in.

I remember these as a kid.
I wanted them so so so bad.
I mean, look at how big it is.
Look at the colors.

It's going to be our first dole whip experience. :)

I even love the monorails that give us the first view of the castle.

I love Main Street at night.

And of course the Castle.

One Month until all this.
I will give it a Hundred Thousand Welcomes.

"And as far as I can tell Lady and the Tramp are still together
and I guess that proves spaghetti kisses last forever
Here's my hand, do you trust me? It's a magic carpet ride...
We have to have you home by midnight"

Monday, March 18, 2013


I don't really believe in luck.
But I still use the term lucky every now and then.
Because sometimes I feel lucky.

Ironically, yesterday, was a day of "luck." It was Saint Patrick's Day and I don't believe it could have been a better day. In fact the whole weekend was pretty dapper. I'll list you reasons why I had a good weekend and then I'll list you reasons why I'm "lucky" so to speak.

Reasons Why It Was a Good Weekend
1. On Friday, my friend Heidi came over and we ate Phish Food Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and had a movie marathon. We watched Aquamarine, The Dark Knight Rises, and the Uninvited. Have you guys seen those? Whats your opinions on them? I think Aquamarine is a cute movie. Yeah, it's definitely 100% cheesy and teenagery and thats when I first saw it, but sometimes those are just fun. The Dark Knight Rises was a bit of a let down after all its talk in my opinion. I think a lot of it was overdone and overdramatic and predictable. However, Catwoman and Robin were pretty awesome. Lastly, the Uninvited is a bit creepy and scary but it has a good plot and story twist which is why I like that one. Okay, done movie reviewing now.
2. Thornton's Coffee on Friday as well, and meowing to the Les Mis soundtrack... yeah.
3. Saturday, I saw my dance studio's production of Alice and Wonderland (which was phenomenal) and then I went to Tropical Smoothie for dinner.
4. Sunday, I went to church. I ate Lucky Charms for breakfast. I saw three people I know from different places at the grocery store. I watched Luck of the Irish with my sisters. (If you've never seen this movie, you are way missing out. Also, if you never saw it as a kid, that's very sad.) I went for a run.  I ate a yummy meal of Rye bread, Corned beef and Sweet Potatoes. I climbed a roof with my bestie Erin, and threw glitter off of it and made wishes. We also found and named a Stick, put stickers on a certain person's car window, and made a time capsule. We were rebels. Totally. It was one of thee best Saint Patty's Day ever.

(Your welcome for the bonus picture.)
Reason Why I'm Lucky
1. I've been searching for dark chocolate covered expresso beans which I had in North Carolina once, but couldn't find em anywhere. Yet, yesterday, On St.Patty's Day I accidently came across them next to the Dried Fruit section!!! Who would have thought!? Needless to say, I'm addicted.
2. When I was 4 I won a raffle ticket at a fair and got one of those remote control Monster Trucks. It was pretty epic.
3. When I was 12, I went to a Kid's Appreciation Day event and I also won a raffle out of a large number of people and was able to take home a bag full of books, movies, and games. It was crazy.
4. Even though I injured my ankle and it was deeply bruised and purple three nights before my dance recital last year, I was still able to dance on it during the show.
5. I scored two goals on the night that determined whether or not our soccer team would make it to the final Championship game.
6. I got back signed autographed photos of Johnny Depp and Elijah Wood a few years back, and I also got a letter back from Louis Sachar (the author of "Holes") when I was younger. I still have it today.
7. I wrote on Chehon Wespi-Tschopp's (for those of you who watch So You Think You Can Dance; He was the winner) facebook fan page wall once and he actually wrote back and said hi! He also wished me a Merry Christmas because it was around that time. I looked on his wall and a looot of people had written on it and didn't get replies. Some people did, but not all of them. So I don't know how I got to be one of the lucky few.
8. Big Mike from American Idol happened to be an inlaw of someone I had a class with at SPC and around Christmas time, she came to watch me dance and I guess she invited her whole family (including the inlaws) so Big Mike came to watch me dance. And he said Hi to me afterwords too. haha.

(I hope you get this reference, please say you do.)

Also, a friend of mine knows how to Irish dance.
 She performs in competitions and such.
 She taught me how to do a dance step once.
So that's pretty neat.
I guess those are all my "lucky" moments.
Though, I know it's not luck.
 I'm extremely blessed and happy and thankful for all of these things and that God chose to give me these special "lucky" moments that make good stories.
It's been a great weekend and I feel extremely blessed.
It was even lucky that me and Erin were allowed to go on the roof and post stick it note messages up there.
I mean who knew we'd be allowed?
 It's crazy.
Life is full of surprises and these are so minor, but they are so wonderful none the less.
So, I'm counting my blessings.
And I'm ever so thankful.
How bout you?

Friday, March 15, 2013

Words & Fragments & Such

Fragment #1. Poetry were the words crushed in between her teeth.
Fragment #2. She was a slave to accomplishments but never to passion.
Fragment #3. The stars burst into million pieces of dust that land on your eyelids when you need to be held, when your insides hurt and when your soul turns blue with frostbite.
Fragment #4. They were always afraid of the dark until the Light opened their eyes and safety held their fears in it's cupped hands.
Fragment #5. Sleep was the boat that could only carry you away.
Fragment #6. No words come from silent graves, only the loud ones are heard.
Fragment #7. Sunlight melted heartache when everyone else was busy passing by.
Fragment #8. Laughter: A foreign language to Sorrow.

So, the other day I found a poetry book in an old bookstore and I flipped through some of it's pages. I can't remember the author's name. But his poems looked a lot like fragments or sentences. Which inspired me to write fragments. I also really like e.e cumming's poetry which is why I shared some of his in photos. I do think it's crazy though how poems, lyrics, sentences and fragments all seem so similar and so powerful and yet so different. Like for instance, I know some fragments that I know I feel like could have been part of a bigger story or a poem. Or some poems that if you took a sentence from it, it could become a fragment or a lyric. Or a poem could be turned into lyrics, and lyrics into a quote or fragments. They seem so interchangeable sometimes. And always inspiring. Lately, I've been listening to Colton Dixon. He's *amazing*. Give him a try. One of my favorite lines is this:
" If I had no voice, if I had no tongue,
I would dance for you like the rising sun."
I find this so powerful and inspiring. I mean can you imagine that? Not having a voice to sing, to speak. And even more so, if you didn't, would you find some other way to praise your God and King or would you be too sad because you didn't have a voice. I don't know, I just thought this was an amazing line, and an amazing thought and an amazing attitude. And it makes my heart wrench in a good way. In the way where you sing something and you realize that you mean what you say, and you feel so unlimited and happy. Because God really does deserve praise in any way, shape or form we can give to Him and we should praise Him no matter what happens. Anyways, my point in saying this is that I just love words and the arrangement of them and the power of them. Whether they are found in books, written on hands, typed on paper, sung in songs. Whether they be haikus, short stories, fragments, poems, lyrics. I just love em. I could eat them for breakfast.
Do you have any words to share?
 I'd love to hear em.
In any shape or form.

Thursday, March 14, 2013


Memories speak for themselves.

--Listen to What Sarah Said by Vitamin String Quartet while you Look at this Post--

" And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. "

I think it's crazy how sometimes we are living life and not even realizing it.
I like looking back at old photos and acknowledging the life I'm living.
And being happy with the outcome of it.
We tend to take our existence for granted sometimes.

Yesterday, I had one of those really great days. Those days where you are happy to be you and nobody else. Where you actually wish other people could be you for those moments and hours so they could be as happy as you.
I mean honestly, it was nothing special.
All I did was enjoy life.
I dressed up in a wedding dress and my friend the lovely Erin, dressed up in a black robe/gown type thing and we goofed around.
And she gave me an awesome letter about Eddie Redmayne,
the tiny angel he is.
Then I met up with my friend Heidi and gulped down two cups of coffee and mint oreo pie at village inn and conversed about silly things such as Leonardo DeCaprio and we rocked out and sang to a Spanish Radio Station.
We also discovered that saying Nemo Emo Emu is rather difficult.
I don't know.
I'm just really happy about having a life to live.
I'm really happy to exist.
And I'm thankful to God for giving it to me.
He's the reason for life.
Always has been, always will be.
Be Happy About Living.
And Make Memories Of It to Look Back on Later In Life.


Wednesday, March 13, 2013


Spring is a lovely word isn't it? It just sort of rolls off your tongue. And spring also conveys images.
Like when I think of Spring, I think bright.
I think pastels.
I think mini cadbury eggs and speckled peanut butter M & M's.
 I think green grass.
I think beach waves where you get a splash of summer time feel.
I think Easter.
I think of sandals and dresses.
I think of hot cross sticky buns and Easter egg bread.
I think of the Cross.
I think of my Savior's love.
I think of Good Friday.
I think of Easter morning and breakfast of pancakes and bacon.
I think of how we used to have matching dresses as kids and I naturally didn't like them too much. (Dresses were too girly for me back in the day... lol )
 I think of the Easter Egg hunts inside our house.
I think of going to our adopted Uncle's house for Easter and that time I banged my leg on the corner of his sharp bench and how I still have a scar on my leg from that day.
I think of new life and new beginnings.
I think of Bambi.
I think of flowers.
I think of Spring Into Missions.
I think of our Church's World Cup Soccer.
 I think of St.Patricks Day and that time I put green in my hair.
I think of Lucky Charms.
I think of Luck of the Irish.
I think of pinching my sisters when they forgot to wear green.
I think Shamrock shakes.
 I think of the little traps I set out to catch the leprechauns as a kid.
I think of those delicious chocolate "gold" coins.
I think of me and my sister's birthdays and the joint birthday parties we used to have.
 The themed parties we used to have (Like Winnie the Pooh, Toy Story, Veggie Tales, etc.)
I think of all the adventures, the memories, and the brightness and cheerfulness of these two months.
If there was ever a season to associate the word: color with, it would be Spring.
I love it. How about you? Any fond memories/ traditions/things to look forward to? I can certaintly say that I'm loving everyone's posts and talks about Spring. It's certaintly enough to make me happy and eager and anticipating.

(Last four photos taken by me...)

I just love Spring.
Spring is an inspiring season.
Of new life, and new hope.

Yesterday, I went for a walk on the beach and enjoyed God's creation.
I also enjoyed a Hazelnut Machiatto while walking.
Sometimes, it's the little things.
More often than not,
it's the little things.

Enjoy Spring,
Enjoy Life.