It's Monday and...

It's Monday and I'm already overworked and overstressed. Not only do I have 2 projects due by Wednesday, an audition for the Musical tomorrow, and homework galore, I also have a constantly running nose. Don't get me wrong, I think it's good that I have lots to do; but sometimes I wish I could go home, play Pokémon, catch some 'toons on the tube and pick up a good book without having to worry about this or that. There are times I tell myself, "Just get through this week, and then it'll be great!" Then however, another week comes, and, just as promised, the problems go away. Soon they are replaced by deadlines; important meetings, and more projects. I guess it's like a vicious cycle and me thrown in and out of it all. It's a good thing I have God on my side, or I'd be toast. Which, being a Christian can get me into trouble too, but somehow he gets me out of it. It's Monday and life's journey is a long road with Jesus in the pickup and me riding shotgun beside him, together with all the problems that may come driving by.

Is it a Fairytale?

I read an entry in The 21st Century magazine called "Storybook Love" by Lori Kessler. It was about how she felt about "fairy-tales" type love, and her own experience with a guy she met skiing in 7th Grade, Anthony. When they met, they instantly became friends and found they had much in common. The only problem was Lori had to leave 2 days later, and Anthony lived 8 hours away. Her parents tried to discourage her from her "puppy love" with him, but they wrote letters and continue to see each other to this day. In fact, he has invited her to join him at his Prom and graduation. For one, I think it's good to stay friends with someone, but she has to be careful not to fall into the trap of early love. I hope they continue to stay friends, and maybe someday they will get married. But I think for now they should concentrate on school and not do something they will later regret. It takes a minute to make a friend, but a lifetime to make a marriage.

Treasure Chest

Under my bed lies a little box that I won at a white elephant party at New Year's two years ago. When I got it, I couldn't figure out what to do with it. Then one day I was going through my Goodie Box & Scrapbooks and I found some stuff. I found: my tiny Pokey the Puppy book that I got from a Hardee's, some little toys from McDonald's, my girl scout pin, and a ticket from Disney World. I decided to put these in my new treasure box. Soon I added other things, feathers from the birds at the EAF (at the zoo where I work), a label from my favorite pasta that had a scratch and win game on the inside, an old bunny address book. All of these things which are meaningless to most people are treasures to me. They remind me of times past and present, times of hard work and sorrow, and even some of the happiest in my life. And even now I still add to the man wonders inside (many not mentioned). On of the latest is a lock of hair from my horse Chula that I had at my Senior High Horse Camp last summer. I love the things in there, and love to open my box and sift through my memories. Even the outside is decorated with special stickers, from events like my best friend's birthday, Drama club elections and many others. I hope it stays intact, and maybe someday I can show it to my children.

W.A.S.H. the World

If I was able to change one thing, out of everything that I think needs some change, it would be that there would be a real superhero international organization. We could call it the W.A.S.H. (or the World Association of Super Heroes) There could be about 100 or so members who are each responsible for a part of the world. The only bad thing would be that the Super Villains would probably get together too, which could cause problems, but overall it would be a benefit to society. Anyone with the right super hero inward qualities could join and be apprenticed by a hero for 5 years and then they could join as true members. Being first assigned a city and being promoted gradually. I think our world could use some super heroes, if only in our imaginations.

Through the Eyes of... Someone Else!

Joanie!? Whoa. It's like, where do I start? She's alot like me... I mean we both like Anime like Sailor Moon & Pokémon. Sometimes she can get a bit weird. Okay, so she goes nuts alot. It's weird because she's very sensitive of other people's opinions, and lots of times she tells me that if she talks too much that I can tell her to shut up! Weird. But she's really nice too. Whenever I call her she'll talk to me, even if we're both bored out of our minds, and she'll say something like, "Whoops! Charlene the Nuclear Plant across the street exploded. Oh well..." Where does she get this stuff? Guess I'll have to ask her sometime.

Joanie is a surprise-a-minute. Sometimes she's bouncing off the wall doing one of her "voices" or making a racket. The rest of the time she is pessimistic and beats up on herself. She always says, "But what if I can't..." or "It's too hard." All I ever hear is that she can't. She is so sensitive that even a little comment about her will make her go into this deep depression. I don't think I'll ever understand my daughter. One of her best qualities is doing her best in whatever she does. The only downside to that is that if it's not perfect, she does the sigh, bang-head-on-wall routine. She really is sweet and I wouldn't have her any other way.