No Time for Life

So. It is currently 9:00pm, and I would like to go to bed; (doesn't that sound nice? 9pm!)
But I also got addicted to blogging, and that can't possibly be a good thing.
Can it?
How come it's so much fun to just sit and write random thoughts in the hopes that some person or other will read and actually understand what you are attempting to say?

Ah. That is the question. So I found a song that I wrote when I was twelve. I think I'm going to post it, just because I can, right?

If I Truly Seek

There are times I get so saddened
By all sins and thoughts I soon regret
How can I learn to choose what makes me happy?
How can I learn,

Never to forget

Then I look at all I truly have
There’s no one else on Earth I’d rather be
With the knowledge of my Savior
I feel my spirit’s free

Chorus:
To learn all things line upon line
And gain, with faith, to some degree
Knowledge of my Savior’s life
If I truly seek

I can exemplify His light
When I but ask on bended knee
Because He knows me so much more
If I truly seek

Every time I offer up
A prayer of true sincerity
To guide me, Lord, to what Thou wants

When I truly seek

Now that I think about it, I'm really just being a insufferable poetry-spaz. But, thankfully, I have friends who love me anyways. Thank goodness for that! =D

English Analytical Lesson!

Hey, I'm back with more!
This time, it's an somewhat of an English assignment. (I know, sorry, more stuff like homework!) I learned a lot from my collge class, and one of the things I loved most was analyzing seemingly random information. The following poem was an attempt at such 'random' structure of words, but I promise, there is a meaning.

Bridge

Hello me
when I am walking down the street
I tap the beat
on my knee

It’s such a beautiful thing
Spring
And the world we live in
Sing!

I glance across the road
And know
That you are glancing
From below

Ripples of reflection
Confection
Serrated edges that seem
To have no direction

I cannot tell
Where you end or
Begin
When I glance
Down the road
From above
To below

Slipping through time
Relevant
To the beholder
Flowing on

Schools are following
Trees are falling
Gently down
Into the sand

I call through the blur
But so far
Is the distance
Only waves can you hear

Mirrors
Surround me

Bright flashes
Lightly glitter
Make me shiver
As I see

Such a beautiful thing
Is a river
Ocean valley,

Creek or sea

I wish you the best of luck in translation! ;)

Something Sad

Right. So, remember contentment vs happiness? (ie, you can be content with yourself, and still be miserable, because you just can't be happy all of the time.) Well...

One of the most heart-wrenching sights for me to see, is that of one of my siblings, ill.
I came home from school to my poor little sister, Savannah, only just five, lying helplessly in my parent's ginormous bed, flushed from head to toe. She was tossing about in her sleep, and I felt so awful. I went over and gently sat down beisde her and just stroked her hair. Watching as her eyes moved from under the eyelids in rapid sucsession, I wondered if she was having some sort of bad dream. What could I do? I felt so helpless.
Later, just before my family really got ready for Family Home Evening, I got the feeling to go check on her. I went and sat down next to her on the bed, and noticed that she was awake.
"Haley," she said, looking up at me with trusting eyes. "I'm hungry inside." I smiled slightly. This was a good sign.
"What can I get for you, Savannah?" I asked her quietly. She looked around.
"Those green things with butter, but not rasins. NO rasins." She clarified with great emphasis. So I dutifully went to my kitchen to create her 'ants on a log' snack with absolutely NO ants-Celery and peanut butter. Don't ask me how I knew. Maybe it's just experience. But she really like it, and ate them all. Happiness again!
After FHE, I heard her tiny voice.
"I don't want to sleep downstairs, all by myself, Haley." Oooh, who could resist those adorable blue eyes?? Without asking for parental permission (I get in trouble when I don't do that every so often...) I quickly told her she could sleep with me in Sierra and I's room. I pray that I don't wake her up in the morning getting ready for school.
That little girl is an angel. What would I do without her? It makes me appreciate so much more when she is healthy and full of life. She's still got her spunk, though, sick as she is. Heavenly Father sure blessed us with a very independant and plucky spirit!