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Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

~Marianne Williamson~

Monday, May 12, 2008

Can I Scream!?

I have to rant tosomeone. So, you get the job. Whoever you are. My day went as follows: I woke up at around 6:05, get up and got in shower. There after I and my mom and dad read a chapter in the Book of Mormon (I'm LDS) and then I went back to bed. I got up again at around 7:35 and got dressed, put on my makeup, fixed my hair, got my stuff together and was out the door at 8: 10. School starts at 8:15 for me. I got to school, got down to my first class room and realized I forgot my flute. My sister is getting married, and I got a card for my friends to sign. I pass it around and my one friend tried to put, "Luv, your soon to be brother in law." I just about killed him. Then, in second hour, I have to read a book that is so gross. Well, in all reality, it just is really truthfull about what happens in the real world. It's about a 15 year old girl who gets pregnant, and is a little insane. Her dad died and she had to start taking care of her mother because she is in denial. Then in third hour, the kid, we'll call him Jo Dirt, from first hour was so annoying. I was singing this song from band that most of my friends hate. One asks me to stop. So I do. He then proceedes to start pounding the desk with his pen in the same beat. The same person who askes me to stop then asks Jo Dirt to stop. He just starts pounding the desk alot harder. I turned around and was about to kill him. I got about 4 and a half hours of sleep last and night and had about s much patients as an ant. I was so close to killing him. My friend, we'll call her Elva, stepped in and told me not to even look at him. I didn't talk to him until about fifteen minutes till the bell rang to let us out of school. Then, after school, I stayed for math because I have a goal to not fail my math class. My teacher left the room and was gone for about half and hour. The stuff he had givien me was kind of har adn I was getting frustrated with the work and him. When he finally got back, most of the problems took about five minutes each to do. Not to mention that there were two girls who weren't even doing math, they were just sitting there talking and gigling, which I hate as you know, and when I asked if wan't interupting their work, they didn't get it. Then, when I got packe up to go home, they took my jacket and put it in the trash can. They didn't tell me where it was until my dad was there. When I got home, I was hungry and there wan't anything that I could eat without having to cook. My mom then asks me to order her a pair of shoes over the internet and that took a lot of my patience. It wan't being very helpful or userfriendly. After that, we warmed up leftovers from yesterday, which was ok. I went in my rooma and read for about four hours. It helped calm me down. Sometimes, I just need to be alone with myself, a good book, and some music in the background. I then proceeded to get in the tub and read some more. My day was NOT good, my afternoon was ok, and my evening alone with myself was nice. I feel better now, and I am going to go to bed now. Thanks for listening, or I should say reading. Good night, seep tight, don't let the bedie bugs bite.

1 comments:

Andrea, Mrs. said...

I'm sorry. I hope your summer vacation has been better than this so far. Love you.