Make-up, Curling Irons, and Pretty Dresses.

Who doesn't love a good old fashion girly get together? What could be more fun then a bunch of teenage girls getting together, giggling, arguing, and making each other pretty?
I love doing make-up and making girls look pretty, haha it's the best, but after about five hours, even I cannot stand the perfumed, make-uped everything. I feel the need to either
a. Punch something
b. Play with a light saber
c. Run and hide
or
d. All of the above

When I am home, and I feel that way, I normally find a brother, and beat the tar out of them in an epic light saber war that normally ends up with a broken wall, window, birdcage, table, chair, washing machine or trampoline. Normally whatever is the closest at the time... Sigh good times.. Anyway, Last night I got to go to M's house (which was very fun) but by about five thirty, I was ready to do something rough and tough, thank heavens the W household is chocked full of boy things and I found a light saber, which kept me entertained enough that I didn't DIE of girly overload!
It was fun being with girls though, and they all looked absolutely GORGEOUS! by the end of the night. I am glad I finally have a group of girl friends again. It feels good having people to hang out with and to talk to and just be all together girly with. I am glad my senior year, I get the high school experiences the way it was to be experienced!

Petition for Peace

I hate people who say things hurtful, mean just because they can. Keep, your mouth shut. The evil that leaks from between your lips never helps, it always hurts, it is not Christlike, it is the example of Satan working in ones hearts. Things spread and eventually the person who its about hears about it and gets hurt. And sometimes, its about someone I love, and sometimes it makes me want to cry/ scream in rage.

My mother, astounds me. She raises six kids, two home schooled, one part time, and two in high school. She works as a daycare provider. She takes care of the bills, the kids, has three callings in church, and still has time to spend with each of her kids and love them. She is absolutely amazing, I love her so very very much. And yet, there are people out there with the tenacity to say mean, degrading and hurtful things about her. And they have made me, want to cry and makes me want to lash out in anger at them, because she is amazing, great, the very best woman I have ever and will ever have had the privilege to meet.

I know that who I am as a person, I am not always the nicest, the best, or the kindest.I sit here wondering, what have I done to people. I have seen my mother hurt, I have seen her upset, and I wonder how many people have I done that too? How many mothers have I degraded because they make me mad. I can name three off the top of my head. How many girls have I done that too also? How many little shots have a taken at people, just to get my selfish desires. How shallow, how unChristlike could I be?

I guess, it's a humbling experience to realize and hard for me to reconcile, but I am going to attempt to be nicer, be peaceful. It's not easy but it is needed in our world.

Library books, agency, and a couple of giggles

Sigh, there is nothing more humbling I think then realizing that you don't have a car to return books to the library, buy a baby shower gift, or go visit someone you would like to see. Very rarely in my life has my family had to wonder about these questions, we nearly always have a working car. but not now... In a world as mobile as our, we are immobile, unless we do the dreaded and hop on a bike (woohoo who doesn't love biking? ICK). I know I sound absolutely spoiled, yes I can hop on my bike for my diet coke, and thank heavens we don't live out in the boondocks.WE can walk to church, ride to the stores, and sports are all near our house. I wish though that my poor mother could get out of the house, at least I have school to go too... I shouldn't whine, when we have so much in our life, we are in the top 5% of well of people in the world right? How spoiled and small minded. I sometimes just get so wrapped up in my little world where things seem to like to go wrong, that I forget things. I just need to take a swallow of Ghana. Remember watching little kids eat dirt and listening to a taxi driver talk about how he wondered if we was going to eat that day (although unlike me he had a car, but that's besides the point).
I have so much I just need to remember sometimes...

Agency. I thank God for it, but sometimes it makes me crazy. When people don't use it the right way... How many times are people affected by people using their agency the wrong way? Ever heard of murderers? rapist? crazies? Their agency ruins other peoples life... And yet, without it where would we be? Sigh, its a difficult road huh?

And a couple of giggles. This weekend I got to have some girls over (which is a new thing for me, having more then one girl friend). It was fun, different. WE spent the better part of an hour on the floor hugging M because she just looked like she need a group hug, and made up a great song about her. Walking through Wal-Mart with a bunch of girls was a new experience, and quiet entertaining. I do quiet enjoy it, I am glad that I at least get one year of high school the way it should be...

And on a final note Single Dad Laughing a blogger mentioned to me by a friend, is the single best guy ever. If you ever have a chance read his post called Worthless Women, it touched me in a way other posts haven't for a while

Temple trips, Diet coke, and an absolutely true story

A friend of mine recently told me that there are two people in the world, Ones who like Julia and Those who don't, there is no in between. After thinking long and hard about it, I decided that, hey, at least there is someone out there who DOES like me. And then, after a very amazing temple trip (goodness who doesn't love the temple?), and a great conversation with a woman that is near and dear to my heart, I like who I am, and anyone who doesn't can go along in their cookie cutter ways...

But more about this woman I absolutely LOVE. She helps me remember that there are more then just crazies out there in the world, and that my Diet Pepsi, heathen ways are okay! What would I do without her Diet Coke sipping(hey its like republican vs. democrat, some like Pepsi, others Coke), crazy Greek, and educated ways!? Sometimes, when I want to close my blinds, and hide for about twenty years, I remember there is always someone with Diet Coke and a good laugh, and I am ready to face the crazies. Sometimes I wish I was Will Smith on "I Am Legend", the crazies on that show, sometimes seem more friendly. Not that life is all a drag, most of the time I can find happiness in the little things; a good friend bringing me Pepsi, or not having Math homework! But on days when it's hard I know that there is a lady ready to laugh with me while watching Glee(or other various "worldly" show), and drinking our various caffeinated beverages.

One quarter of Senior Year is done, and as I get closer to graduation (There is still so much time!!), I find that I am more willing to say No, and be who I am, regardless of who is asking... Like right now I am saying no to my english book that is sitting next to me DEMANDING, I read it... But I would rather blabber aimlessly on my blog (WE all know I will do it, I can't risk my GPA dropping). But beyond Math, I am saying no to things that stress me too much, no to people who cause way to much drama little mama, and no to things that make me unhappy.

Today, beyond the spiritual lifting the temple gave me that I most definitely needed, I feel myself mentally lifted as well. I suppose while people don't always like who I am, I still have people who do love me, Not only my mother, father, and brother, but women like my Diet Coke drinker, special people who deal with me even in the worst moods, and text me quiet a bit, and I love them for that. So thank you to those who make my life enjoyable, and caffeinated!