Why Does This Always Seem to Happen?

Hey everyone! I know it's been a super long time. I seem to always fall into the same old rut every time I get going on this blog of mine. I post like I want to for a month or two and then it happens. I stop for one reason or another.

Either I run out of things to say (but that's not really the problem), forget to do it, or I get too busy with my school work. Homework can get very overwhelming, especially with finals happening in about a week. At least the end of the semester will be happening soon, I can't wait.

I don't know why this always seems to happen, but it does. Do any of you have any other theories about why this happens? If you do you should let me know.

I'm once again going to say that this is going to change. I'm going to get on top of posting once a week. Even if it kills me. OK maybe not that extreme, but I think you get the point.

TNT,
Words by Ali

Just Once

It seems like when it comes to my family I never get the benefit of the doubt. Why is it that everyone seems to be ready to blame me for everything that happens. Not only am I the first suspect but but I get convicted of it before anyone even comes to ask me about it.

I can say I didn't do something till I'm blue in the face, but that doesn't seem to change their minds. Especially when it comes to my brother. His car gets dented and now the passenger side door won't open and guess who he automatically blames. Yep, that's right me. Then he doesn't even come and talk to me about it. He goes right to telling our mother that it was me and she believes him without asking me if it's true.

I'm not writing this just to complain. It's usually not this bad, but just once I would like my family to give me the benefit of the doubt. Just once I'd like them to believe me when I say I didn't actually do something. But somehow I don't believe it. Well, I'll believe it when I see it.

TNT,
Words by Ali

Idol Worship

Have you noticed that people follow blogs, facebook, or things like twitter just because a person is famous. Of course half the things they say and do on these sites are complete nonsense, or are just plain boring. I will admit that I do this, but I at least follow people that when they do post something it's interesting.

The things that some of these celebrities post no one would even give them a second thought if they were just normal people like you and me. Then these people won't follow people who really do have interesting and relevant things to say just because they are nobodies.

I'm not just saying this because it's mostly just my friends and family following me either. I'm speaking generally. Whether you think my writing, blog, is interesting or not is entirely up to you, and I'm not going to sit here and complain that I don't have enough followers. Why? Because I don't have a blog just to get people to read it. Yes that is a huge part of putting it on the internet, but I do it more because I love to write. What's the point of writing if you don't put it where people can see it.

I think you just got me off the subject. Which is following what someone does just because they are famous. Liking, or finding what they have to say hilarious is one thing. But you should not worship them so much they you will follow them say on twitter when the most interesting thing they have to say is "I just woke up", "I'm going for a bike ride", or "I'm tired time for bed." That's boring no matter who you are, so don't follow the masses and be yourself.

Goodbye Hair

As most of you know I've had long hair for about 4 years now. I've been growing it for around 5, and I'd always been planning on donating it when it got longer. It hadn't been getting any longer for about a year now so I decided it was time. Here's what it looked like:



As you can see it was completely down my back. The amount of hair that got donated to Locks of Love was 21 inches. That's only what got donated. Which means that my head has now a good 2 feet less of hair. Not only is it short but I had it dyed a red. It's super cute, and I love it. And then this happened:




Well, what do you think? Short isn't it? I'm not one of those people who get overly attached to their hair so cutting it off was the easiest thing. I just set up the appointment and had it done. A lot of people were surprised that I actually did it. The thing is that short hair is what's normal for me.

Growing up all I ever had was short hair. My mother didn't want to have to deal with long. So, me having long hair was the change, that was what was different for me. It's just not as noticable and such a rash change. You don't see a person one day with short hair and then the next with long, unless it's fake. But when I person chops off 2 feet of hair that you notice, and if you don't there's something wrong with you.

That's all for now. Hope you like what I've done with my hair. Talk to you all next week.

TNT,
Words by Ali

Colorado

I'm back. Well, I've been back since Sunday, but I've been too busy sleeping and relaxing to write. You have no idea how great it is to sleep in your own bed after sleeping on a futon for 3 days. I'm not really complaining cause it could have been worse. I'm just saying that I really did miss my bed.

I know there are a lot of people who went on this trip who have amazing stories about some of the people they met while out knocking on doors. But I'd be lying if I said that was me. What affected me most wasn't like that.

What I will remember most was getting to know the people who go to Prairie View Community Church. Myself and five other girls stayed with the Harrington family, and they were some of the nicest people I've ever met.



I was able to meet people who were still following God even when they were going through hard times. It was inspiring for me to know these people, and to hear their stories. It's encouraged my walk with God, and I hope to some day see them all again. Saturday night I was used as a jungle gym by two of the cutest kids, and I'll certainly miss them too. It's hard to believe she's two years older then her brother.



I know I still haven't said much, but sometimes you don't have to say a lot to get your point across. This trip has fired me up for God. It's shown me that you have to keep following Him even when you feel you can't. The people I've met and gotten to know on this trip are one's that I will never forget, because they have changed me. And I thank God for that.

TNT,
Words by Ali

A New Mission

I'm getting ready to Colorado with my House Church. Last August we went to Seattle, and you can read all about that trip on my blog. Just head down to August of 2009. This trip is going to be much of the same.

We're driving to the town of Parker, Colorado. We'll be knocking on doors to let people know about the church service on Saturday night. I predict that it's going to be just as much fun as the previous trip.

It'll be a great chance to get to know people in the group better. Or to just get to know my friends better. I'm excited. I know I'm not saying much now, but when I get back I might have more to say then.

TNT,
Words by Ali

A Really Short Story

I wrote this in my creative writing class. We had six words and we were supposed to write a story using all six words. This is what I came up with, and it's only 175 words. Shortest thing I've ever written. Enjoy: The suitcase sat on the bed as Rhys hurried around his apartment, trying to get everything he needed. She'd be there any second and if he wasn't ready she'd kick his ass. He grabbed his passport and shoved it in between his cloths. He zipped up the bag, and headed for the door. Realizing he was barefoot he raced back to the bedroom to lace up his favorite sneakers. That's when he heard the doorbell chime. His stomach fluttered at just the thought of seeing her. Her smile was dazzling and it felt as if her crystalline eyes were boring a way into his soul. She grabbed his bag and pushed it towards him, and without a word they were out the door. They tossed their things into the trunk of Rhys' car. Rhys bristled at the sound of the deep male voice behind him, "Get the fu#! back here." That was all he heard, because Annie was already driving them fast away from the curb. Away from her father and closer to their new life, together. Hope you liked it. TNT, Words by Ali

Awoken

I had awoken every morning in this dark and barren wasteland. The earth scorched and infirtle. The trees browned and britle. Everyday I would set out into the sun burnt lands for water. I was searching for that which would give me life.

Not the hopeless, soul shattering existence I had wandered in each day. I needed to find what would give me hope. Give my life purpose and meaning. Give me an unconditional love that I would always be at a loss to understand. As I sat in the sand staring at the vast nothing, with the sun beating down on my faire skin, I had started to believe it didn't exist.

The days turned into weeks, into months, and to years. Alone the time passed even more slowly. There was nowhere I could go and no one I could turn to. I was at the point where there was nowhere to go but down. The path I was following lead to only more desolation.

I turned to look over my shoulder, and from the corner of my eye I saw green. I could see a lush green paradise streched out in front of me. I was reluctant to cross over, despite how peacefully it appeared to be. I resisted, not wanting to leave the only life I'd ever known.

He stood there before me with open arms, inviting me to Him. I could feel the love He had for me, and I knew it was real. I still fought with myself to take those last few steps. In His eyes I could see everything that I had been searching for.

He smiled and reached out his hand to me. I did the only thing I could do and fell into His arms. He held me tight, promising to never let me go. The day I turned my life over to God my entire world changed.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, and I would have to give more of myself then I ever thought possible. I also knew that God would never give me more then He knew I could handle. God had made me. He knew me better then I will ever know myself. When things get hard, as they inevitably would, I knew where to go for strength and comfort. My Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

He saved me from the wasteland and gave me a purpose that I've been trying to fulfill. I live my life from day to day, but now I do it following what God commands.

It's not easy, in fact at times it seems so much harder. I still stumble and fall back to the scorched and barren land that was my life. Now though I know He's there to pick me up, to help me back to my feet. No matter how far I may run He's always right beside me, waiting for me to ask for His loving hand.

God has been teaching me, and still is, that I'm never alone. When I'm weak He's strong. When I'm angry He's patient. When I'm hateful He's loving. He is everything I strive to be. With the love and guidence of God I can become more like Him each day.

Road Rage at it's Scariest

Earlier this week my mother and I were on our way home at around 5 o'clock. We were probably coming back from the bookstore, because that seems to be were I always am. Anyway, there was quite a bit of traffic and we had just pulled up to a red light. There were two lanes of cars to the right of us, and we saw the guy in the furthest lane all of a sudden get out of his car.

He was a big guy, and the people in the car next to us were smaller people. Probably around my age. The guy starts yelling at them, and the driver says something. The guy then comes storming around the car to the driver side and gets in the kids face.

We're both watching this afraid that there is going to be a fight. My mom pulls out her cell phone thinking maybe she should call the cops. The guy stops yelling at them and starts to head around the car back to his. That's when the kid driving decides it would be a good idea to pretend he's going to hit the guy as he walks in front of the car.

Now my mom really is freaking out and is really debating whether or not to actually call the cops. She's holding her cell phone way out in front of her so everybody next to us can see it. I think I was more freaked out that this angry guy my not like the fact that she had her cell phone out. I started yelling for he to put the phone down, "Don't make him come over here."

As the light started the change the guy got back in his car. He went one way and the other kids went another. Nothing happened, but for a minute there I was truly afraid that there was going to be either a fist fight or someone was going to get shot. Luckily no one was shot, cause I don't know what I would have done if that had happened.

I never want to be on the receiving end of that kind of road rage. It makes me wonder what those kids did to make him so angry. I guess I'll never know.

TNT,
До свидания (goodbye)
Words by Ali

Thoughts About Boredom

Everyday when I go to school I take the Trax. It's like a trolley system that takes you from where I'm at all the way up to the U of U. It takes between 50 to 60 minutes for me to get down there. Of course I always bring something along with me to occupy myself during this time. It could be my I-pod, a book, or even a book on tape (or CD).

On Friday I was about half way through with the book I was reading. Changes by Jim Butcher, it was the latest in The Dresden Files series and I absolutely loved it. It's a long enough book that half of it should have lasted the ride there and the ride back. Except on that day.

Apparently I liked the book so much that every time I had a free second in class I was reading it. I finished the book before class was even over. Which meant I had absolutely nothing to do or keep me busy on my ride home that day. Listening to or reading something gives me something to do so I don't have to pay attention to the crazies that ride it every day.

And yes there are more then just a few crazy people, and I need something to do so they don't talk to me and freak me out in the process. Some of these people really do scare me, or just freak me out. But if you're doing something then they usually just leave you alone.

The lesson I learned from this experience is to always make sure I have a way to kill the boredom. Cause if you don't you may go crazy.

До свидания (goodbye)
TNT
Words by Ali