Wednesday's Walk~Fun Arts

Okay, before you ask, YES, I was going to blog about something else today. But according to not having any pictures (like autographs and tickets) without a camera, there are no pics.

Sorry, this will be my incredibly most boring walk--- ever.

Well, today I discovered another Paramore song! (you're probably thinking... "NOO! Not again!") I've already heard it, but I realized that I looooove the song "Careful". Yes, I'm a die-hard Paramore fan.

Anywho, back to the subject. (getting off subject...) Today I'm talking about Fun Arts.

Last year, I was practicing a human video with my friend, Maria, and a vocal solo. My first official one. I wrote a story and was on the worship team.

Well, first let's talk about the singing. I was not a very good singer (yet!) and I was very quiet. My personality? Not so much. My singing? Very.

Let's just say I wasn't a Hayley Williams (I still can't say I'm very close yet...) or a Natalie Grant. I was more of a Rebecca Black.... okay, noooo not that. Not that bad, but not that good. I was singing:

*I tried to find a karaoke version, but it wasn't available throught YouTube.*

I sang it in medium key, which for those of you who aren't familiar with vocal solos and all, it's the original chords and keys and all, not lower sounding or higher sounding. It was an easy song to sing, so I recommend it for first-timers. But make sure you are LOUD, because I wasn't. And if you'll be in Fine Arts, I recommend "Better Than A Hallelujah" for a first-timer, because it's very easy.... at least it is for low key.

I was in a human video with Maria, and it was more of a dance. But it was so much fun!

Our song for the band.... don't really know if I can find it on YouTube....

My story.... it was a very {supposedly} sad story about a girl who had cancer. Now, let me tell you, I hated that story. I'm it's own author, and I hate it! Why? It was a sort of depressing story. Well, I honestly would never pick up a sad story like My Sister's Keeper at the library, (although I loved the movie) so why would I write one? I don't know. But I'll tell you, it was an honest mistake.

Oddly, the judges loved it. How? What did they see in it? Who knows...

P.S. I'm writing some new stories, "King Of Hearts" inspired by Sara Bareilles' "King of Anything" and remember Viva Las Vegas ? I'll start that, too! Before I start those books (and another one, "Riot!") I need to finish "Unspoken", and I'm on chapter thirty of that so far! Right now, it seems like it will be a very long book.
P.P.S. I edited my profile! Go scroll down and click to view my whole profile! I added more fave music artists and movies! And changed my question!
P.P.P.S. I didn't get to interview one of the Duggars, but I did get an interview with Victoria Kasten, an author! Just wait 'til {possibly} Friday!

Wednesday's Walk~Born Again

Okay, I had another walk, but it scared me SOOOO much that I stopped it. You see, I have Spider-Phobia and I was talking about why. But my fear of eight-legged creatures kept me from publishing. I need a doctor.... Some Dr. Pepper!

So now, I went back to my original walk I was gonna do before that.

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Okay, since I cancelled the last post, I've been blank on ideas and just forgot what the "original post" was. As y'all know, I have short term memory loss, which I've mentioned in that link.
So here it is.

I don't remember the day I got saved.
I don't remember the date. I don't remember what season it was. I do remember the year, though. I was five, (or maybe four...) so it was either late 2003 (I'm a November baby!) or early 2004. So yeah, the year is difficult to remember when you were really little, and you were born late in the year.

I wonder if I really thought about it.
Being really little when I got saved, I didn't fully understand the concept. But it doesn't matter now, because now I do, and I'm so glad I prayed that prayer! 2010 was a great year for my walk with the Lord!

My second in-state missions trip.
A Newsboy once said, (wait.... was it the Newsboys??? I think so...) "Missions doesn't have to be overseas. There are peopel hurting in you neighborhood, at your job, in your school. And you were put there for a reason." Well, I like to call it a camp, (because it was just that fun!) but I went to Missions Extreme last year and the year before with some kids in my former childrens' church. (I still go to that church and I help out with the kids, I'm just not considered one of the JAM kids anymore.) Kids from AG churches all over Ohio were there.

We worked with the Convoy Of Hope last year, and I got to participate in a human video drama. They year before, my drama was "By Your Side", and my leader for that was named Chanda. (Chanda like 'Panda'.) Last year we did "Why" by Nicole Nordeman, and it was my favorite human video I was ever in. We had speaking parts and everything. However, I hated that I had to "crucify Jesus". At the beginning, I narrated the little girl's part, and then into the chorus, I switched roles and joined the crowd. Hated it.

(the song is on the playlist. It was not available to post from YouTube.)

This "camp" was life-changing. I started reading my Bible soooooo much more, and actually wanted to. I started The Bible Challenge, and found the first three verses during a devotion time at camp. That's how I came up with my semi-used-to-be-popular post, Lost in the Twilight.

When my challenge ended on October 18th, the next day began a new challenge.

70 days. 7 prayers daily.

It was hard! And did I mention I fasted from several things? Makeup, (even playing with makeup wasn't permitted!) temp hair dyes, YouTube, Twitter, high heels & gymnastics. (I still haven't gotten back into that... Grr...) It was worth it! And I love God even more, now!

And suddenly, it happened.
Before Prayer Camp, (the 70 days thing) exactly nine days before, I finally got...

BAPTIZED IN WATER!!!!!!!!

I have never been baptized in the Holy Spirit, at least I don't think so, but I got baptized in water on the perfect Sunday. 10.10.10. Pastor Jay called me Faith (my sister's name, we always get mixed up) when he baptized me, but I forgive him:) Besides, it was kinda funny!

Anywho.... getting baptized was great.

So yeah. I have many steps to go, but at least I can say this....

I've been born again!

Wednesday's Walk~Emergency

This a walk on something that sorta happened... well, today.

I got a haircut.

Not a small one.

A big one.

Let's say... I can't Whip My Hair anymore.

Chopped off.

Not that I hated it or anything.

I just wanna remember it.

This is just to let you know that The Underworld just got slightly better. The reason my hair is so short (Sorry I couldn't show the whole style!) is mainly because my mom says it's too damaged, but I alos want it to be natural again.

For all you black girls, who have relaxed hair, you know that this is a long process, too long to explain.

Let's just say the recipe for natural, 'fro hair means going bald.

But, if I can get a picture on RandomNess Friday, I will be sure to show you my Mary J. Nlige/Keri Hilson cut.

If you want an example...

Tune in on Friday!

But for now, it's Wednesday, Wednesday, gotta get down on Wednesday.

Wednesday's Walk~The Last Walk {to Wendy's}

Remember Valerie? Well, here's a post about those fun times.

Charity and Valerie were best friends since that Spring day of 2003, eight years ago. Yes, I felt the need to put that in bold print, because I can't believe how long ago that was--- I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD!!!!!

There were some rocky times, oh yeah. Charity and Val stopped being friends in the eighth grade. They didn't talk again until they were sophomores in high school.

But when they started talking again, (because they walked to school together because Val lived less than 60 seconds from me) they became friends. Then, they became good friends. Then, they were pretty good friends, and....

VOILA! Best friends again!

I remember the warm summer days spent at each other's houses. Valerie was a distant sister. Many times, Valerie would spend the afternoon at my house, then go back to her house to eat dinner, and then we'd go to her house afterwards. We'd do anything--- play soccer, get on the computer, talk, even read. Doesn't sound like a whole bunch, but it made our days fun.

We were huge geeks:). Some days, we'd spend hours reading books from her large bookshelf she had, and probably still has. Once, me and Val had a competition when I was younger, who would finish their book first. Sometimes, I'd cheat and skip 10 pages, and she'd still win. Sometimes, I'd read a 63-page book, and she read a 200-page book. She'd still win.

We also did some of the dumbest things. Like that one time when we ate tubes of lip balm, that was so gross, LoL! I can only name some of the crazy things we did.

When I was younger, I loved her closet so much that I would ask her if I could buy clothes from her closet. She always said no, anyway.

Her father was in the Air Force, too. We both moved to Ohio in the same year. Her and Charity were in the same grade. In high school, they attended the same school. (Go Wayne!)

But, they also became long-distance friends.

Valerie was supposed to move after eighth grade. But, she ended up leaving after the tenth.

I never got to say an official goodbye.

It felt horrible. The last 'goodbye' I said to Val was after our last walk to the nearest Wendy's, which is walking distance from me and is really close to the future place I might take acro at. That last 'goodbye' was a casual 'see ya tomorrow' goodbye. Not the goodbye I wanted to say.

I really did think that I would see her tomorrow. But, life was busy. I hardly ever got to see her after that. You see, her dad was now in Colorado Springs, and her family was preparing to go there with him. She was busy pulling off a DIY move while I was bored without my only friend on the street.

The last year I cheered, her father was a basketball ref. I saw her very often in the winter of that year.

But, as summer approached and it was almost her time to go, we went on vacation. It sure was a fun vacation!

North Carolina, and then hanging out with my Grandpa, (really special--- my living grandma is divorced, so I barely get to see him) aunts and cousins in Atlanta. We got to do everything--- Hard Rock Cafe, plus Centennial Olympic Park! Everything an Olympic lover would want to see.

By the time I was back from vacation, it was late at night, and even more worse, the day before Missions Extreme. I already had my outfits planned, so all I did was stuff it in three bags and personal stuff and hygiene (like toothbrush, girly things, etc.) and all that good stuff. I even had some extra time to put temp. pink streaks in my hair.

So much happened while I was gone.

There's this family that I follow on Twitter, the Potvins, who's daughter had relapsed stage 4 cancer. She's 8. Ellie was strong. Over 40 tumors, and she fought through it to the end. But on June 23, she passed away. The Potvins call her their angel.

Cancer has damaged my life enough. I know a cancer survivor who's still alive, then there's my Uncle Charles, and there's Mr. Wes. Cancer is something I've gotten used to over the years. Plus, I got a phonecall today that the lady, Mrs. Judy, who was married to Mr. Wes, her father died of the same thing today. Sad. First, her husband dies of cancer last May, and less than a year later, her father dies.

Back to the subject.

Valerie moved when I was at Missions Extreme. She's gone. But, trust me, I'll meet her again. My sisters said goodbye for me while I was gone, but it sure makes me wish I was there. At least we can still text each other, now.

Valerie, you like The Fray, don't cha?

Your favorite Tenth Avenue North song.

I wrote this post so that my friends can see that they rock my world! Not just Valerie, but every single one of them!

And my blog readers... YOU MEAN JUST AS MUCH TO ME!!!

*~~~ForeverLove~~~*

Hope

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Happy Sweet Sixteenth birthday, Kayla! You're growing up!

Wednesday's Walk~Viva Las Vegas

"Viva Las Vegas! Viva Las Vegas turning daytime into nighttime turning nighttime into daytime... you'll never be the same again!"

Yes. I listen to old songs. That would be "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley. I had nothing to blog about (me? nothing to blog about?) so since today is an unofficial holiday, Wednesday's Walk, I decided that I could blog about something that happened a long time ago.

I've mentioned this before, (I think) and it really sucks to be twelve. There's barely anything to blog about! At least for Wednesday's Walk there isn't.

I can't blog about ear piercings. (Partially cuz I was a baby when that happened.)
I can't blog about love stories. (Well, I can blog about what happened on my 6th bday.)
I don't have kids. (But I'm gonna have plenty of them when I grow up.)
And I have never been to college.

So today, I'm blogging about something I just barely remember. With the help of Mommy, of course! (I begged that lady to get a blog... it's just not working!)
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On Wright-Patterson, it was really warm today. I was hot. Just saying...

Anyway! This post is about my lovely trip to the pretty city in Nevada.

Okay, all I can reallly remember is going to Circus-Circus. Chairty got to spin a ball on her finger with the help of a clown. Faith wasn't a fan of that. (In other words, Faith was afraid of clowns.)  I didn't care though. I thought clowns were pretty funny! But now that I think about it, ever since The Dark Knight, I have never liked clowns.

I can remember that we were in a cool hotel.

I can remember the dancing waters. Makes me thirsty now that I think about it.

I think we were there because of some military thing if I'm right??? I think. I think we went with some friends, too.

That's today's walk down down... Oh, I probably shouldn't say the name of my street, LoL! JK, that was my walk down memory lane!
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And finally, I might've found my song!

And there's an instrumental! I'm still thinking about the J.J. Heller song, but this one is easier for me to sing! It's high-pitched, but both of them are. And I like the way my voice sounds with this one!