Dear Blog,

I apologize for not writing as much as I should have.

That happens a lot, I have noticed.

Looking back, I realize that I have had you for four years now. And a lot has changed since thirteen year old me started writing on the internet.

For starters, I graduated high school. Can you believe it? I have a diploma and everything!

Next, I got my drivers license. Now, I know what you are thinking,

"What are they thinking?!?" 

But, I promise you, I'm a decent enough driver. I've had it for months and haven't had an accident. I may or may not have killed some insects that hit my windshield, but that's another story.

Oh, I have a job as well. You're looking at on of the local Sonic Carhops. Work has it's ups and downs, but in the end I enjoy it.

I joined a martial arts class a few months ago. It's been a whole lot of fun. A lot of pain, as well.
My legs are currently jelly from all the squats. But I am improving in my skill set.

Guess what? I'm starting college on Monday.

I'm being serious.

I'm all registered, orientated, and set. I have my textbooks ordered (they should be here by tomorrow), school supplies at my disposal, and a brand new laptop to boot.

This is the new me. And the new me may just stop in a bit more often to write some posts.

No promises though.

Sincerely,

The College Teen

I'm totally promoting my YouTube channel. Just saying

I went to a leadership workshop (which I will write about later) this weekend.

But I want you to watch something (I have no idea who reads my blog or if it even gets read sometimes.)

If I didn't check my stats every so often I would think I'm just writing these for myself.

But for some random reason I had over 70 page views one day. That was really random.

Oh well.

If you're reading this, check it out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StgLdZ3yyUo

You are beautful

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

Confucius got it right the first time.

Some days, I don't bother to get dressed. I brush my teeth, put my hair up and call it good. I don't put makeup on unless I'm going somewhere, and even then I rarely put on more than eyeliner and lip gloss. Maybe some eye-shadow. Maybe.

In fact, I only every do full on, foundation and all makeup if I have a competition or a formal banquet to go to.

I wear jeans and tee shirts the majority of the time. Around the house, I wear shorts and sweats and hoodies. Half the time, by hair isn't perfect and I have ink all over my hands. Some days I forget to brush my hair.

And I'm beautiful.

I am so tired of people letting the world define what is beautiful. The world lies, okay?

Beauty is almost abstract. What is beautiful to one person may not be pretty to the next. And that's okay. We are all entitled to our own opinions. It's a free country.

But what I hate is when people call other people ugly. And weird. And not normal. I hate it when anyone calls anybody any name for that matter. It's just not right.

Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world.

But maybe it would be a little more perfect if we stop letting society tell us what we should look like and who we should be.

Decide for yourself.

Be the you you want to be.

And to whoever is reading this, you are beautiful.

Oops! I did it again

When I first started seeing, I never thought I'd be this good!

My latest formal, and I made it myself! 

The BF

I have a BF. His name is Sam, and I love him.

But we're not dating.

I can hear what you're thinking, all the way through the web and my computer screen.

Didn't she just say that he was her BF?

Why, yes, yes I did.

So why aren't they dating if she calls him her BF?

It's simple really. He's not my boyfriend. He's my best friend. There is a really big difference.

Truth: Sam is good looking. He's got good character, and he's a great guy. Most importantly, he's got a great love for the Lord.

(The first is a bonus, the rest are requirements)

So why aren't they dating?

Because even though I know all those things, it would be like dating my brother. Gross.

(Sam, I love ya man. But eww.)

I think that teenagers today are way to concerned about one meaning for BF that they forget the other.

Sam is amazing. I've known him for more than half my life. He's my twin, the Sam to my Frodo, and I would walk through fire for him. He listens to me when I need him to, helps me out. He's there for me. And I'm there for him.

I think that to many people care about one meaning for BF and, because of this, forget about the other definition.

Someone asked me once if I was Sam's girlfriend. My response was to look at the person like he was crazy and laugh. And then tell Sam who proceeded to laugh with me.

Yes, I am Sam's girl friend. I am a friend who happens to be of the female gender.

And that is totally okay. It's not weird at all.

So don't forget the BF stands for more than one thing. And in my opinion, the version I use is the most important.


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