The Goblins’ Plot to Murder God

The Goblins' Plot to Murder God

Tonight was the last night of Spring Shorts (three amazing nights of eight short 10-minute scenes for the spring semester), starring these wonderful people, other wonderful people, and me. I was not a goblin, which is why I am not dressed like a crazy person with white on my face. The young man to the left of me is the director. Now, I do not warm up to men well (really not at all), but he is someone who can make me happy just by showing his face. I always felt at ease knowing that he was in the audience, if he said I did a good job, or if he just told me that I was doing well. I don’t like him, nor am I attracted to him, so don’t think anything more of what I am saying, but he is a good young man and I applaud him for that. Here’s to you.

What defines BEAUTY?

What defines BEAUTY?

You know those ads on the side of your screen that pop up every once in a while? Those inappropriate ads with either a real female or a fake one? Those ads where the only way they know how to draw you in is by a woman’s body? Those ads that seem to believe that the best thing about a woman is the size of her breasts and bottom? Those ads that never promote any other body type other than a Coca-Cola shape? Those ads that honestly, really just make you feel bad about yourself because you’re not paying someone in order to look like that OR because you’re not a “perfectly”-drawn cartoon? Those dumb ads. You know which ads I’m talking about, right? Well, there is only one thing to say about those ads:

FORGET. THOSE. ADS.

They are indirectly defining “beauty” by those “perfect” women with “perfect” bodies that make perfect girls and women feel flawed. Forget those stupid ads. You’re gorgeous. You’re beautiful. And if anyone tells you otherwise, their way of thinking is flawed, not you. Take care of yourself and remember that what your body looks like is what YOUR body looks like. Not like that celebrity’s, not like that model’s, not like that 3D cartoon’s… If you want to better yourself, better yourself for and strictly for you. No one else. Because what’s yours is yours and you can only look like you so be a perfect you. Forget those ads and any other ones you see.

Wide hips, narrow hips. Big booty, little booty. Short legs, long legs. Large boobs, small boobs. Curly hair, straight hair. Lean shape, curvy shape. A little more, a little less. Whatever you are, be who you are perfectly. Don’t let anyone else define you. Feel sorry for that person or those people because they have yet to grasp what real beauty is.

Besides, this is what real beauty is: “Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God. This is how the holy women of old made themselves beautiful. They trusted God and accepted the authority of their husbands.” (1 Peter 3:3, NLT) Oh, wait… oh my… That’s crazy… I do not see anything about a woman having that “perfect” figure. Hm. Well what do you know? Can’t argue with the Bible, now can you? 🙂

You’re beautiful. STAY beautiful- inside and out!

Santa Biblia

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I have wanted a Spanish-English Bible for months and now I finally have one. Yay!
The only struggle is, I didn’t realize reading the Bible in Spanish would be so hard! Reading Spanish and speaking Spanish are two completely different things and it has become very clear to me now!
Oy vey… Dios Altísimo, ayúdame por favor! Necesito ayuda… It just looks hardcore, doesn’t it? Well, at least I know I’ll look back at the end of the year and see how far I’ve come. I just want to say that it is hard! But it will be so worth it! So I’m excited!

Blessed!

Blessed!

So I’ve wanted a red punch-buggy convertible for years… at least three. The car I used to drive died on the parkway at about 10 pm on a Sunday while I was driving home from a wedding alone. Clearly, I wasn’t too happy… About a month later, my dad and I bought a new(er) car. He told me that he was getting a Ford Focus, which I didn’t mind. ANYTHING was better than a ’91 Volvo 240.

He woke me up at 6 in the morning one day and said he needed my help outside. (Thank GOD I didn’t give him lip, right?) I walk out and he is outside recording me with the key in his hand. Mind you, it is 6 in the morning and I cannot scream at all.

He asked me a few weeks ago (while he was planning this whole thing) if I would want any other color besides red and what I would do if it wasn’t a convertible. I eventually said that silver was too boring and that I do not want that color at all and if I don’t get a convertible right away, it’s really no big deal. But you guys… I have the cutest car EVAR. I cutified it too, btw. There is now a bumblebee antenna topper, daisy magnets on its booty, a “JESUS RULES!” license plate frame, a daisy and cute beetle steering wheel cover, an orange daisy in the flower holder, and one of those solar-powered dancing daisies on the dashboard… and I have a TomTom set in George W. Bush’s voice! Haha, it is sooo cute! I wanted to get eyelashes but I’ve decided that it is a boy (whose name is Sonni) and boy cars do not have pretty eyelashes. So yeah… haha.

Also, it has a manual transmission so I officially know how to drive STICK Y’ALL. I’m not a pro, of course, but I am gettin’ better! 🙂

Yaay! Here’s to having the best daddy in the whole wide world! ^_^

…Safety!