Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Commonly asked...

So you guys came up with some pretty good questions. Especially Dr. Paleo. :D So that is what I’m going to blog about today. I’m just going to answer your questions and if you have more, feel free to comment.

Question #1 Why are you so cool?

Well I don’t really know. Actually I’m not sure that I am all that cool, but I would like to thank Samantha for thinking that I am. That’s my goal anyways, to make people think that I’m cool. HAHA So Samantha thank you for complementing me in question form. :D

Question #2 Do you fear death?

Well to tell you the truth. I’m not really sure that I fear death itself, just because of my belief that it’s the next step in our eternal progression. But I do fear the way that I could die. It scares me to think that I could...

1- burn to death
2- drown
3- die in an earth quake
4- die in anyway other than in my sleep when I’m old

So yeah, I also fear dying at a young age. I really feel like I have things to accomplish still. So I guess in a way, I do fear dying. I fear that I won't be able to finish everything. And it scares me to think that I might have to leave people behind.

Question #3 What do you believe will happen to you when you die?

Well I believe that I will be doing work on the other side helping others to progress. In my church we believe that we will someday be Gods and Goddesses of our own worlds as well. We don’t really know very much about it, but from what I do know, it’s going to be amazing. Not that I want to go do it right now. I still have a long life to live, but when it does happen it should be a spectacular thing.

Question #4 Do you believe in war?

Wow. That’s a really tough question to answer. I believe in war in certain situations. For example, during World War 2 when Hitler was over Germany, I believe that it was very necessary for other nations to step in and fight against the unjust things that were happening. When innocent people are being brutally killed I think that sometimes it’s the only option that we have. After everything has been done to try to settle the conflicts peacefully, I believe that war is probably the best solution. But war should be a last resort, and never our first choice.

Question #5 If you were being physically attacked, would you want a guy to interfere?

Yes. If I were being physically attacked and someone came to rescue me, I would welcome that rescue with open arms.

Question #6 Do you believe in Bigfoot?

I believe in the statue of Bigfoot. Someone told me about that statue. I don’t remember who though…I think it was a teacher. Plus, The Goofy Movie has made me a firm believer in that “beast.” G O B I G F O O T !

Question #7 Kortney’s Question

Yes I know what you’re talking about, and I’m not sure. He said, “Ask this week.” But I’m not sure, so do what your heart tells you. :D

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Ask Away

So it's been a really really long time since I last posted. I've just been busy and when I wasn't busy, I slept. So anyways life's been pretty crazy lately. I've been singing, going to school, going to work, and doing homework pretty much every day. So I've been a little stressed trying to fit everything into my schedule. I'm hardly ever home, but my family understands. And I'm falling behind with my homework, but a few study parties here and there will solve that problem. I really love all the performances that we do though. As hard as it is to fit it in to my schedule sometimes, I'm really going to miss performing all the time. I really like it. Even when it's hot and sweaty and my throat hurts, afterwards I always feel good. Plus I just really love singing.

So I don't really have anything to say, so if you have any questions that you would like to ask me just post them on the comments and I'll answer them (probably.) That sounds like a fun adventure. :D

Sunday, November 12, 2006

(8) No one mourns the wicked (8)

So every time I hear that song I think about some things. It makes me feel bad that no one cares about bad people. I mean it’s true, if someone does something bad, we feel good when we see them locked behind bars for the rest of their life. We feel good knowing that they won’t have the opportunity to hurt anyone else, including ourselves. It makes us feel good to feel safe. On the opposite end of things, when we hear that someone has done something terrible and is still roaming our streets, we get a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of our stomachs. A feeling that lets us know that something is not right and something is not safe. As a basic human nature we like things to feel safe. We don’t like things to change and we definitely don’t like things that are different from the ordinary.

From what I understand about this song, since I haven’t seen the play, the witch is born green. Now we can all imagine what it would be like to see someone that is green walking down the street. We would be scared. It would probably make us feel uncomfortable because we wouldn’t know how to react to the situation. We probably wouldn’t know what to do with our eyes or if we should smile or not. We would be confused about how this could happen to someone. And most likely we wouldn’t talk to them. We would keep walking, pretending that we had never seen them.

So I’ve related this to real life. When we see something different we are afraid of it because we don’t know how to react to it. We don’t know what to expect and it scares us. There are so many different people all around us and it is hard for most people to look past those differences and find similarities. As a whole, especially as Americans, we are a very closed minded people. When we see someone, we immediately find flaws. We have been trained to look someone over to see if they/we measure up and we’re constantly comparing ourselves to other people. We look to see if our hair is as pretty as theirs or if our clothes are cuter than theirs. We have been trained to find things about ourselves that make us superior or inferior to those around us and it makes us feel better to know that there is at least one thing about ourselves that is, in our eyes, adequate.

The American population has been sucked into this hole where we have certain things that make us beautiful. Young women are especially drawn into this hole because we see all the different magazines and pictures of these perfect people and we will never be able to look like them.

Story #1
So on Wednesday at our activity we had Cherie Call come (she’s an LDS singer for those of you that don’t know who she is.) One of the first things that she talked about was her picture on her poster. She said that she laughs every time she sees it because people always tell her she looks so much different in real life. So she explained that the only reason her poster pictures looked so good was because she had people following her around all day making sure she looked perfect during her photo shoot and then after the photo shoot, they found two or three pictures that they could actually use and they made them even better over the computer. So she laughed and told us that there was no need to try and look as good as the women in magazines and things because they didn’t even look that way.

We all feel inferior to someone at one time or another. Often times someone will say something that makes us feel bad, but we think to ourselves, "if they took the time to say it, it must be true." And so we allow ourselves to believe that everyone else's opinion matters more than our own.

Story #2
Today in Young Women's, our teacher used the famous quote by Eleanor Roosevelt, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." I really like that quote because it's true. We let people determine how we will act, feel, think, etc. all the time and it's time that we stood up for ourselves and decided for ourselves that we are adequate enough to be here. We are all important no matter how strange we are.

So moral of the story is that we should all try to be proud of who we are. There is no need for us to focus on our flaws or anyone else’s. We really need to try to find the good in people, even when there might seem to be no good to be found. Everyone has to have something good inside them, even the wicked.

Monday, October 30, 2006

FAVORITES!

So I’ve decided that I can’t really think of anything to write. So I’m going to talk about my favorite things.

Favorite things:

#1 My Family

I love my Family. I don’t know where I would be without them. They’re so supportive. My Mom is just amazing. She’s always there and she knows exactly what to do. I mean, when I had my anxiety attack thing a while ago, she knew what to do. And when I’m sick she knows that I just need some rest and chicken noodle soup and I’ll be better in no time. I just love my family. I love them more than words can express. My little sister is really easy to get along with. Sometimes we fight, but most of the time we get along pretty well. The very first day I got my licence, I took my sister to a movie. We had so much fun! My Mom was worried, but it all worked out all right. And my Dad is just amazing. He’s such a great Dad. He’s a really excellent breakfast maker. His egg mcmuffins make my heart sing because of how good they are! So I just love my family. They’ll always be there and that just gives me a certain comfort knowing that I’ll always have them to rely on.

#2 Friends!

Friends are so much fun! I have way too many to name them all and say happy things about them. Without friends, life would be no fun! I would have no parties to go to, no one to talk to when I was lonely, and no one to laugh hysterically with when I need a good laugh. I just love friends and I’m really glad that all of my friends are so good at keeping their standards high. I love being able to feel comfortable with my friends because we all talk about appropriate things. HOORAY GOOD, CLEAN FUN!

#3 Singing

I’ve already told you how much I love to sing, but I guess I’ll tell you again. It’s my passion. THE END.

#4 Guitar Hero

Wow, do I love that game. It makes me feel like a rock star! It’s so cool when you get an amazing note streak or a really high percent. You just feel cool. End of story.
Well I have to go now so I’ll finish this list later when I think of more favorites!

This is Fluffy signing off! Peace out.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

The Crazy Ladies!

All right, so the crazy ladies is us. :D Our volleyball team had some serious hyperness issues today. IT WAS AMAZING!! We played like we've never played before. We were on one today, and it was spectacular! We are the only team that is undefeated. Yeah that's right. You can mark that one in the record books.

I was actually kind of worried that we wouldn't have enough players. It was about 5 minutes before our first game and we only had 3 girls. But by the time the game started we had 7. And I think we had 9 by the end of our games. It's so different than when I was a beehive. We had so many girls. I think we had 60 in our whole young womens, and 40 that actually came. We had enough girls that came to volleyball to make 3 teams. We were lending our girls to smaller wards right and left. So it's different now. Not bad. Just different. I kind of like the smaller ward thing though. We have more opportunities to be a close ward. And we are. I love my ward. And we rule at volleyball!

So pretty much the only reason that we do so well is because of our sportsmanship. Kudos to the girls. We congratulate everyone. If they mess up, we give them a pat on the back anyway. We cheer just as loud for the weaker players on our team. And even when someone does get mad, we let it blow over and in 2 minutes no one even remembers it.


So the moral of the story is that I love being on a team with good sportsmanship, it makes being posotive a lot easier. GO VOLLEYBALL GIRLS!

Saturday, October 14, 2006

"Accepted"

So having a blog is an interesting thing. Everything that happens, or anything I think or feel, I say, "Wow that would make a cool blog entry." So today is going to be something that I've been thinking and feeling for a really long time.

It's sort of a jumble of thoughts and feelings about being accepted and stuff. Many of you would term this entry as ranting. I term this as thought releasing. So here I go.

So I've been thinking a lot about human behavior. We are so weird. We do some of the strangest things, that don't really make sense.

Examples:

I wear jeans every day just like everyone else, and I have no idea why. Do you know why you were jeans instead of sweats to school? I personally believe that my sweats would beat my jeans on the comfortable scale any day of the week. But I wear jeans. I wear jeans because that's how I feel "accepted." All right, so obviously this whole acceptance idea isn't based on jeans. But this "jean theory" got me thinking about all the other things that I do. I mean why do I do my hair in the morning? It takes a lot longer to actually try and make it look good, than to just put it in a pony tail and call it beautiful.

Now most of us don't spend 3 hours in front of the mirror trying to be beautiful, but all of us at least try to look our best. We all try to be accepted by our peers. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it. I want to feel so good about myself that it doesn't even matter if my shirt has a ketchup stain from my hamburger at lunch. I feel the need to be accepted because of who I am.

Some days I feel like walking down the halls and singing my heart out. Why don't I? Because of the fear of not being accepted by the people around me. I want to be accepted. When we have a lot of friends, we feel good. And we all want to feel good.

So basically, I don't even know what being accepted means any more. If you smoke you can be accepted by the punks; if you play sports you can be accepted by the jocks; and if you play rock paper scissors really well then you can be accepted by the rock paper scissors clan. It's so insane.

So although I'll probably never be able to change the way people perceive things, I can at least try to be accepted by the people that I know will love me even if I do wear sweats instead of jeans.

That is all. This is Fluffy signing off.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Holy Crapamolli

All right so really I have no idea how you spell crapamolli so that was a complete guess on my part.

So I kind of like this blogger thing. I'm such a follower. I thought to myself today...self...everyone else has a blog so why don't you? So I made one. Wow I'm going to work on being more of an individualist. Anyway so today I think I'll pick a random subject to talk about. How about singing.

All right so singing is a huge part of my life. I love it. I practically drink in the joy of singing. I don't know where I'd be without the happiness singing brings me. So often in this blog of mine I will tell stories. You might not want to read said stories, but I will write them.

Story #1

So one time, I was downstairs singing my heart out. I love to sing opera when I'm all alone, it makes me feel...sort of like Christy from Phantom of the Opera. So I was singing this, what I thought to be lovely, music. And all of a sudden I hear a slight shrill coming from the top of the stairs. Who is it? It's my mother. And what does she say? Not, "wow Melissa you sound lovely you should sing opera more often." No. She says, "Melissa are you OK down there?" Wow I didn't think I sounded that bad. HAHA So I just laughed and went on my merry way.

Music is amazing. I am really glad that I have it in my life. Although, I'll never be as musically knowledgeable as Molly. I swear that girl knows every band in the world. I could probably ask her about some random band from Bolivia and she'd know what I was talking about. She's a stud. That's why we're best friends. She's a stud, I'm not. She completes me.

I still really like it. I really like singing more than I do listening though. I like to try new things and experiment. I guess I really like it because there's no right or wrong answer. It's not like math or science where everything has to be exact. It's totally free. Open to new ideas. I mean really, look at how much music has changed over the years. And think about it...if you miss a note, you can finish the song just fine. If you miss a numer in a math problem, you're basically doomed. You might as well have not even started the problem. Wow that sounded really cynical didn't it? Oh well, that's what high school will do to you. :D

Well Molly needs to see this mad action before she goes to clean her room so, this is Fluffy signing off.