Tired

As hard as it is and as tired as I am, I force myself to get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends, or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just work.
Jennifer Lawrence

But I like to know that someone is stronger than I am. I want to be able to know that if I get tired, somebody is there to hold up the fort. I like knowing that I can't pick a refrigerator alone. God did not make me strong enough to do that.
Donna Summer

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Emma Lazarus

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
Amy Lowell

I wasn't losing my focus but I was getting tired of focusing. What I was focusing on was becoming too routine, too ritual, not something that was interesting, new and exciting.
Picabo Street

I'm getting tired of answering the same questions every day.
Milton Bradley

"We concentrate on pain because it is our signal that something within us has not yet been worked through. Joy will come later, as a by-product of the work we do."
Dr Paul Vereshack
"Trauma does not have to be sudden and dramatic. It can happen in small ways over a long period of time."
Dr Paul Vereshack

"The human mind if allowed to feel will heal itself."
 Dr Paul Vereshack

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. ~Hans Christian Anderson

I already ate all my food...

Today I woke up with a headache. It seemed like I was running late and I hadn't gotten my stuff together before so it was scattered around our house. I went to bed at 10 last night and I still woke up tired this morning. My neck is messed up and hurts like anything. I really wish I had some kind of money to get a massage or go to the chiropractor or something. Anyway, I went to Public Speaking this morning for class at 8. It was good. We started doing our impromptu speeches. I go our next class period, which is Wednesday.
After class, I lugged my stuff to "the nerd corner." They weren't really inclusive or welcoming today which I found strange but I decided to do some of my homework. After correcting my study guide for New Testament, I got on the computer and puttzed around Facebook and my other blog on here.
Yumi got to school a little while later and we went downstairs to get food. She bought a breakfast sandwich and I inhaled all of the food I had brought for lunch.....woops. The sad thing is, I'm still hungry. She's in her math class now and then we have Japanese. After that, I'm heading over to Sheep's house and we are going to study for that final we have tonight. I'm supposed to have memorized three verses but my headache is barely letting me think let alone memorize things.
I hope our test in Japanese isn't too hard today. Oh, I registered for my next class at our church. Woo.
I need to remember to bring $25 dollars tonight to buy the book. I hope I don't forget. .... I hope a lot of things.
I'm hungry.
Man, this conversation is really deteriorating.......

I want a vacation interwebz. A real freaking vacation.

-Melina Rose

P.S. I just stared at the screen for a few minutes with nothing going through my brain.
P.P.S. I don't remember what was so important that I was going to say.

2. Ways I Embrace My Audience.

I haven't really thought about this topic before. I guess I just hope that people will relate to what I have to say and what is going on in my life. I really just say what I want on my blog. That is, I say what I don't mind people seeing for the most part. Some stuff you just have to keep private you know?
Everyone has studied for something at some point. Most people have worked some kind of job. Everyone has things that bug them or make them happy.
I guess the way I embrace my audience is to be myself and just talk to them like I would a friend.

-Melina Rose

http://www.chrisbrogan.com/100-blog-topics-i-hope-you-write/

1. How I use Facebook.

I use Facebook for many reasons. It helps me stay in touch with people, know more about what is going on, express myself and even entertain myself.

People:

• Post on their walls
• Stalk their updates
• Send them game invites
• Chat with them on the chat feature
• Text them through the message system

Games I play:

• Coco Girl
• Sims

How I express myself:

• Comment on things
• Write notes
• Write statuses
• Post pictures

http://www.chrisbrogan.com/100-blog-topics-i-hope-you-write/

The Heart

There once was a heart. It was cracked, bruised and dry. It was kept in a metal box that sat on one end of a park bench that no one really sat on anymore.

The park was a little ways away from a school and any number of students could have paid attention to it. But they didn’t. They didn’t really give it a second glance as it sat there on its bench. A few had ventured towards it but changed their minds when they saw the large padlock on the front. It wasn’t actually locked, only jammed in a closed kind of position. The truth was that the girl who the heart belonged to didn’t have the key in the first place.

            Everyday she walked by the park on her way home from school and everyday there was someone sitting by her box. She never really noticed or paid attention to it. She didn’t want anyone to know it was her heart.

            Everyday he saw her walking by the park with her friends. They were always laughing and she was always smiling but there was no sparkle in her eyes.

            He had been there the day she had come running into the park, by herself, holding that box. The tears constantly rolled down her cheeks as she made her way. She finally fell to her knees in front of that bench, shoulders shaking from her sobs. He watched with a heavy heart as she opened the box and placed her heart inside it. It was since that day he had sat next to the metal box on the park bench, the quiet beating barely audible.

            One day, he pulled the box onto his lap and inserted a key into the lock. He turned it and heard a faint click as the jammed, partially closed lock fully opened. Setting it aside, he lifted the lid and looked in.

            Tears appeared at the edges of his eyes as he saw the full condition of the heart. It was in rough shape, covered by welts and bruises. Cracks marred the once smooth membrane and it was obvious that it was in desperate need of moisture. As his tears fell, the heart became softer. It was no longer dry, watered by his tears.

            It was at that moment that two feet appeared in front of him. He lifted his head to meet the girl’s slightly suspicious but vulnerable gaze.

            “May I take care of it?” he asked, gesturing to the heart in his lap.

            “Will you actually?” she replied, not trusting him.

            “I have been all along.” He returned her searching stare with one that radiated warmth and she slowly sat down next to him. Carefully, he set the box on her lap. “Why don’t you take it out?”

            The girl’s shoulders drooped slightly and hung her head before sitting up straight like she had forgotten she wasn’t allowed weakness and then was prodded back into resolute pain. “It’s safe there. Nothing can get in and hurt it.” She avoided eye contact, looking in the opposite direction.

            He smiled sadly and placed his hand gently over her small, cold one. She looked back, feeling the warmth envelop it.

            “Keeping your heart in this box only hurts it more. It won’t heal unless you take it out.”

            The girl tried to look away as she felt tears spring to her eyes but couldn’t. There was such warmth and kindness, true love, in his eyes.

            “Why isn’t it in there?” He pointed to her chest where it should have been.

            “It’s defective. It betrayed me.” Her voice cracked. “It isn’t to be trusted.” she whispered to no one in particular.

            “I can teach it. I can teach it to do the right things if you’ll let me.”

Steadfast

I will not say "Do not weep", for not all tears are an evil.
-Gandalf

And with that opening quote I will share with you a poem I wrote yesterday about an experience of mine. :)
It is to/about my daddy.


Steadfast

Steady heartbeat

Steady breath

My tears on your shirt

as I lean on your chest

I know you love me

and I love you

I feel safe

When I'm with you

 

-Melina Rose

Meow...

Hello there!

I'm here at school and just got out of my Public Speaking class not to long ago. I managed to check my school email finally and got an A on my Persuasive Speeche outline! Yay.
I work tonight...meh. I need the money but I really don't feel like dealing with the immature people there today. I need to get a new job soon.
I don't know if I told you, but I applied at Target and was going to have an interview even but found out that it would be a fairly large paycut so I had to decline. Unfortune, since I was excited about the opportunity. I need to apply at more places and work on that. I think that it would be good to organize myself a bit better first though.
I need to get more sleep regularly and eat regularly and keep my room clean and do my homework ahead of time and and......yeah.

I had a Rockstar energy drink this morning. I'm still tired. Mmm.

I should do my homework. I did a journal for New Testament this morning but this is what I should to do still before work.

• 4 NT journals
• 3 pages of NT study guide questons
• Memorize two memory verses
• Edit Persuasive Speech
• Organize visual aid for Persuasive Speech
• Eat lunch
• Eat.....more.
• Nap? Psh. Wishful thinking that one is.
• ................The fall colors are really pretty ......
• Ooooo shinyyyyyyy

Okay interwebz, I should be productive.

-Melina Rose