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Of All Days

Aaaah...
Thursday evening.
I'm sitting here, a mug of hot chocolate on the desk in front of me, all of the lights off except the one to my left and the Christmas tree lights.
I must mention that today has been good for me. I've enjoyed it quite a bit, and cleaned out my desk drawers while listening to my favorite CD. There was *so* much junk in there! 0.0 *makes mental note to clean those deep dark abysses of a writer/artist/insane 17 year-old more often*

There's another thing I must mention.
Prayer works.
Now, no, that didn't come out of the big blue sky. That's the reason for my good day.
For the past 2 days (my family can witness), I've been very grouchy and irritated. It's one of those days where you feel like strangling everything that breathes, and anything that doesn't should be wished out of existence. You know... those days. I got in bed last night, pulling the covers up around me, journal in hand, and wrote simply, "I'm glad to escape reality for the next few precious hours."
We've all had those moments. The 'reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there' moments. Needless to say, I've been pretty frustrated. I can't exactly lay my finger on it, though I could go on forever shooting off reasons that I think might be the problem.
Dreaming dreams that frustrate you even more doesn't help, either.
I woke up this morning again feeling irritated and annoyed. Mom had come in to wake me up, and turned on the coffee pot on my table by the chair for me, so the room carried that blissful aroma. Grumbling something about the irritating dream I'd had, I climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom to halfway fix myself up, came back into my room, poured a cup of coffee, and slumped down in the chair. Goodmorning, Thursday.
I sat there with a frown on my face, and almost dreaded coming in contact with the outside world. In other words - let's be blunt - being selfish.
Picking up my Bible, I sat, sat, sat, gazing into the blank middle distance with a fog on my brain. Finally...
"Alright, Lord... something's gotta change. Namely, my attitude."
So, for the next near 45 minutes, I read some Psalms and prayed, trying to get my head straight.
Let me announce:
Today's been great.
Naw, not the *best* in the world, but good enough. A typical day. Praying helps in every situation. I just wanted to say that. If you're having 'a day', get down and pray. It's the only way to win the fight.

- Hannah

It's Called 'Inception'...

Here we go again...

Credit:

Music from 'Inception' OST - choreography by me - cinematography by me - idea from Inception - script by my bro

Not Enough to Do....

So - here we go with more insanity! My brother is the official 'Sweet Tea Maker' of the house, and trust me - it's *great*. Another fact you should know is that he's obsessed with Last of the Mohicans.
Now.
Put the two together.
... This is what you get.

 Credits:

Music from The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack - cinematography to me - choreography to me - script to my bro - software to Kdenlive - gunfire effects to freesound.org - and the jug of sweet tea to my bro ^_^

2012 - Day By Day

It's the second day of 2012.
I wrote in my journal last night after church, setting it up and personalizing it to suit the year. I began on page 1 (a good place to start, of course,) and as the purple ink formed letters, words, and paragraphs, I couldn't help but wonder what would be written down before page 400. We're traversing into the future, and time will keep moving, and I will keep writing. My first day of 2012 was spent among friends at church and hearing God's word. What better way to start the year? I'm excited, yet nervous at the same time. Curious, but not wanting to know. I sometimes wish I could just protect everybody, and not have to worry about what will happen to them. But, I do have to worry, and I have to pray for their protection.

I'll walk into 2012 with a bold heart.

January

“Behold; the Lord's hand is not so short that it cannot save, nor His ear so dull that it cannot hear.”

-isaiah 59:1

Erased completely by the wind - Stay