...my best friend

 Isaiah 53: 3-5

3 He is ^adespised and rejected of men; a man of ^bsorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we ^cesteemed him not.

 4 ¶Surely he hath ^aborne our ^bgriefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

 5 But he was ^awounded for our ^btransgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his ^cstripes we are ^dhealed.

I was born a Happy Person.

I am happy.

Happy like...

I was on Christmas when I received a 

Soft Serve Ice Cream Maker.

I'm more than just satisfied,

I think I'm truly ecstatic.

Truly, my room isn't clean,

which can be considered more

of a pet peeve than ever,

and I'm running in he(ck) 

every other day,

but 

I'm lovin this life.

Now, tomorrow you'll see me and 

I'll probably be [fake]-happy again.

Which I feel like I usually am.

Because usually I am upset about something.

But just today, I realized.

Its not [fake]-happy!

I've tried to fake happy.

Its near the impossible.

And as much as I'd like to 

draw attention to myself by being

overly depressed

sad

and upset,

I'm afraid that's just not going to work.

Before, I thought that the way I could get you

to notice me

Was to be completely 

invisible.

I thought that I was so sad

that if I could just cry in your arms

Any person would sympathize with me

and become my friend.

However,

Today I realized.
That is obviously not me,

that is obviously

a completely different being inside of me

who feels like they are starved of attention 

even though I'm getting plenty of it.

I can't say I'm super popular,

but I have friends, 

and I'm definitely not a shy person.

It is incredibly hard for me to stay angry at someone

for more than one or two minutes

and It is even more improbable

that I would ever fall victim to a depression.

Its true.

I don't know why,

but

I was born 

a Happy Person.

Saturday.

Saturday.

Lazy Day.
Adventure Day.

Soccer Sister Day.
Dad's Bread Day.
Radio Day.
Nap Day.
Do Nothing Day.
Forget about Homework Day.
Make Brownies Day.

Piano Day.
Ponytail day.
Indian Summer Day.
Friends.
Friends.
Friends.
Music Day.
Dance Party Day.
Sit on the Couch and Look
Out the Window For No
Apparent Reason Day.
Wahoo! Day.
Weekend Day.
Really Cool Day.
Football Day.
Not Go to Homecoming Day.




Saturday.

Horoscopes? What a joke.

You know, the funniest thing just occurred to me just now.
Why is it that every horoscope is different on different websites?
Surprisingly, most of them are right.
But, they are all so different.
Here's a few for my sign, Cancer, for today (september 23).

Astrology.com.
Your spirit double is watching out for you today, so much so that it might be harder than ever for you to get in trouble. Your amazing, positive energy should protect you from most problems

My Spirit double?
I didn't know I had one.


Astrologycafe.com

September 21, 2011

Small but nevertheless frustrating delays are more likely to occur today, dear Cancer. Past errors can crop up, or you might feel vaguely guilty about a responsibility you haven't fulfilled. Instead of stressing yourself out, take advantage of the time you have now to reevaluate what you are doing. You could find an error or an inconsistency that needs correcting. Take the time to right a wrong, or to forgive yourself for something you can't change. Even if it's a small effort, it's somehow empowering.

Ganeshaspeaks.com
22 Sep, 2011 
Today, you will feel blessed. And blessed you are, indeed. You will have the proverbial Midas touch, albeit with a slight difference: you will not touch the people you love and turn them to gold. You will just touch their heart and make them happier.


my.horoscope.com
Who knew you were so talented, Cancer? A creation done long ago suddenly takes on a life of its own. A short story written and submitted long ago is pulled from the bottom of the slush pile. Or a portrait you painted gets a second admiring look. Whatever the circumstances, you enjoy the recognition. Your work isn't the only thing receiving admiring glances. Your partner appreciates you, too!


shine.yahoo.com

Quickie

Enjoy the positive attention you're getting -- you're entering a high-profile phase.

astrologycom.com

Wed Sep 21: Personal Magnetism

You may have a revelation about a work issue today, but now is not the time to act on it. Stress may cause you to catch a cold more easily than usual, so avoid those who are sniffling and sneezing. At least on this traditional equinox day, the Moon is in your sign, so your personal magnetism is stimulated. It's a shame the environment is not so cooperative! Auspicious colours are iris and baby blue. Lucky numbers are 39 and 48.

Last, but not least, my facebook horoscope.

This one is always the most accurate.

Sometimes its scary.

Daily Horoscope: September 21, 2011

All's well in your world, as evidenced by that great big grin you're wearing -- and your uncanny ability to say exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. This would be the perfect time to mend those fences.

• Compatibility: Capricorn
• Mood: Mellow
• Lucky Color: Shadow Black
• Lucky Number: 61
• Lucky Time of Day: 2am

Ha.

Drip drip

drip

rain?

This is rain.
If I was a raindrop I could be cool.
If I were a teardrop I would be Especially sad.
If I were a gumdrop I would be
Sweet.
If I were a lemondrop I would be
Dumbledore's Favorite.
If I were a sheer drop
I would be
Utterly Terrifying and Dangerous.
If I were an Eye Drop
I would be a healer.
If I were a Cough Drop
I could lessen your pain.
If I were a drop-kick,
I could help you win the game.

Drop Drop

Drip.

I am really cool.

well this is awkward.

Coincidence.
This is what I like to call a coincidence.
I guess we could call it karma.
But whatever you would like to call it, it is
what it is.
A 25% chance can become a reality.
Or an awkward situation.
The only thing that
irritates me about you
Is everything about You.
I confuse myself
over a passerby smile.
My face lights up
at the glance of an unsuspected text.
And my eyes shine with anger
when I am unmistakably
ignored.
Honestly,
I'm over you.
But if we are still being honest,
I'm completely in love with you.
The difference between you
and me
is that we are
the same
in almost every way.
And yet,
I can't see
the way you do.
Lets pretend we are friends,
again.
You know me,
I know you,
I tell you my secrets,
and you catch me when I'm lying.
You tell me things I used to
believe were the honest truth.
Now I'm not so sure.
I'm not going to write some long sappy
poem about this,
because I tell it like it is.
And if you ever get the chance to
read this,
You'll know.

Today has been good.

Today, I woke up.
I looked in the mirror.
I usually look in the mirror and think,
Look at that girl.
Who is she?
Is she pretty?
Does she like herself?

Today,
Was different.
I looked in the mirror, and I felt
Confident.
Happy.
and I might venture to even say I felt
Beautiful.

I looked at myself and I liked what I saw.
Now, I'm not bragging, and I'm
not saying I'm perfect.
Because I am definitely not.
But I felt pretty.
I felt like a princess,
a Daughter of God.

And as I stood in front of the congregation,
I was
Confident.
Happy.
and In my own eyes,
Beautiful.
I wasn't nervous about
what everyone would think,
and I felt like I was doing the right thing.

I am doing the right things.

Now, this might sound like a bunch of sap
from a girl who doesn't know left from right,
and couldn't tell pretty from ugly in the first place.

This could sound like one of those soap-operas,
one of those motivational speeches they give
girls who will never listen.
But its true.
And truth is,
Today has been good.


Now, on the not so pretty side.
Remembering 9/11.
Those of us in the US today
will never forget.
Its only appropriate
I mention the
Hundreds,
Thousands,
of lives we lost that day.
I remember:
First Grade.
I remember
That Same Video.
Of course, at the time
I had no idea,
what an impact this was having
on Millions of people.
Now, as I look back,
I could not
Imagine
What it could have been like to see those towers
fall.
If I had been 16 at that time, I don't know what
I would do
Or feel like.

I found this video on Mormon Messages that can help
us all realize the trauma
That people went through on 9/11.
It also shows us that
through Christ,
We can overcome all of our trials.

Have a wonderful Sunday.

so, its my life

welcome,
its my life.
You never know what you'll get, but you can expect a lot of
surprises,
irony,
and coincidences.
If you're lucky, you could be thrown into one of my more recent rages.
I lie about wanting to go to homecoming.
I say I don't.
But only because
I'm not going to get asked.
It's okay though.
It's okay.
If you want to really know me,
you probably never will.
I like to fake my secrets
and create my alter life.
I make my own excitement.
I control my dreams.
and I am usually happy.
Even if I pretend that I'm not.
You know that I'm upset
when I'm crying.
And you know that I'm jealous
when I can't keep my eyes in one place.
You know that I'm nervous
When I can't stop talking.
and you know that I'm lying
when I'm at a loss of words.
Meet the girl
without a boyfriend
because I keep my standards high.
Don't ask me why I do it.
Sometimes I ask myself the same question.
Most of the time
I'm afraid of what
could happen.
I need someone who
can just say yes or no
to every decision I want to make.
Speaking of decisions.
I hate them.
If there's anything I'm more afraid of
than spiders,
its decisions.
I know, I'm
a baby.
But
Think about it.
My decisions affect so many
people.
and I could make so many
people
Unhappy.
Let me tell you something else
(you being the reader, if there are any)
I can have self control
if I want to.
I am kind
if I want to be.
I'm dramatic
When I'm attention starved.
And when I don't give you a hug,
I still want one.

I Don't.

I Don't Fit In.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Rap.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like These People.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Doing Homework.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Myself.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Like Mexican Food.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Remember My Locker Combo.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Have the Courage To Talk To You.

I Try. 

I Can't.

I Don't Have Enough Energy To Do All This.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Want to Run.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Know Why I Can't Be Positive.

I Try.

I Can't.

I Don't Know How To Be Myself.

I Try.

I Can't.