But, unfortunately, my beloved blogger app decided to crash and burn and die.
And then on Saturday I went to my good friend Marie's house for a sleepover and stayed there all day the next day too.
So now it's Monday and I'm finally posting.
And guess what.
.....I have a COLD!
I've been sneezing and coughing all day, and it's been absolutely horrible.
I NEVER get colds. I have an immune system made of iron.
And steel.
And stuff like that.
Yet, I still have managed to contract the virus my family has had for TWO WEEKS!
I hate being sick. It makes me feel all helpless and weak and want to listen to Catching Fire all day while I crochet a big blanket for myself and don't worry about math because my mom said not to.
Which is exactly what I did. Although now I wish I'd had the sense to take a nap.
On top of all that, I'm losing my voice from coughing so much, so singing for church yesterday nearly killed me.
And I have voice lessons on Wednesday, and somehow I don't think I'll be feeling much better.
I did have a brilliant book idea today, so yay for that, but I'm still feeling a little down. The fact that my brothers have been ribbing me all day hasn't helped either.
But anyway, I think I'll stop complaining about my life now and text people who've actually seen my face in person, not just over the Internet.
Like my best friends Xavier and Brianna and Christine. They'll hopefully have some sympathy for me, and maybe I can even sleep in a little before the crazy hassle that is every Tuesday decides to shake its frenzied head and say, "Oh, Adalyn, you're sick, sleep deprived, and lonely today? I think I'll abuse you even MORE than usual. MWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"
So anyway, wish me luck! And good health. And sleep.
Lots of sleep.
Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
And Here I Am, Late Again.
I seem to be bad at schedules. I'll have to set a reminder for myself on my iPod or something.
So, eighth grade is slowly drawing to a close, and I only have a month left until I'm done and officially going into high school!
Sometimes I love being a homeschooler.
Other times, I don't. For instance:
Every Wednesday morning, I go on a walk/run with one of my best friends, Opal, who is also a sheltered homeschooler.
Well, actually, she's not. She watches animes online that say bad stuff. Like the C word! (Crap. @-@)
I'm kidding.
...you guys know I'm kidding, right?
But, ANYWAY....
So we were running this morning, and we had sort of gotten off a little late, which means what?
That's right. The six-graders were already at the bus stop.
And they were staring. I could totally tell what was going through their innocent little brains: "why are two girls older than us already up, running, and wearing clothes like THAT?"
Because, though I was dressed well enough in some purple athletic shorts and a peach tank top with a gray jacket over it, my lovely, fashion-savvy friend was dressed in a trashy old teal t-shirt and too-short Longhorn-orange sweatpants, along with the most obvious shoes EVER.
But YEAH. So anyway, if the SIXTH-graders are looking at us like we're aliens, homeschoolers must be even weirder than I thought.
That's all for now, and then I'll probably post on Friday. Probably.
Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn
So, eighth grade is slowly drawing to a close, and I only have a month left until I'm done and officially going into high school!
Sometimes I love being a homeschooler.
Other times, I don't. For instance:
Every Wednesday morning, I go on a walk/run with one of my best friends, Opal, who is also a sheltered homeschooler.
Well, actually, she's not. She watches animes online that say bad stuff. Like the C word! (Crap. @-@)
I'm kidding.
...you guys know I'm kidding, right?
But, ANYWAY....
So we were running this morning, and we had sort of gotten off a little late, which means what?
That's right. The six-graders were already at the bus stop.
And they were staring. I could totally tell what was going through their innocent little brains: "why are two girls older than us already up, running, and wearing clothes like THAT?"
Because, though I was dressed well enough in some purple athletic shorts and a peach tank top with a gray jacket over it, my lovely, fashion-savvy friend was dressed in a trashy old teal t-shirt and too-short Longhorn-orange sweatpants, along with the most obvious shoes EVER.
But YEAH. So anyway, if the SIXTH-graders are looking at us like we're aliens, homeschoolers must be even weirder than I thought.
That's all for now, and then I'll probably post on Friday. Probably.
Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn
Friday, April 12, 2013
Of Marian Groups and Scary Boy Scouts....
So, first off, I'm in a Marian Group, which is basically just a small group of people who gather every week or so and discuss things about the Church. We have our meetings about every other Friday, and we met tonight.
We talked about being "the salt of the earth" and "the light of the world", and we pulled out a map and lit candles and dumped salt on the map. Except it was very much more prayerful and beautiful than I made it sound just now. It was absolutely gorgeous and then my neighbor kept me at her house "having supper" until 11:30. And then my mother was angry at me.
But anyway, I believe I said I would post on Fridays, and it's still Friday (sort of) so I'm satisfied. Plus, zero people read this, so why should I bother anyway?
*sigh.....*
On he other hand, in the words of Blessed Pope John Paul II, "Do not let hope die!" So I suppose I'll keep up hope for this blog. Yay, popes! :D
~Adalyn
And I just realized that was insanely short, PLUS I forgot to talk about the scary Boy Scout.
So my oldest bro is in some class for Boy Scouts that he has to take to go to this camp. And there's this one kid who's taking the same class for the same reason and he lives an hour and a half away.
So, my parents decided it would be a LOVELY idea to have another boy in the house, AND this particular boy is a Boy Scout, which makes him doubly weird.
He's just as nerdy as my other brothers, though, so they're getting along quite nicely playing Assassin's Creed and Guild Wars Two.
Yay.
So that's my life. From beautiful Marian Group to sweaty, scary Boy Scouts in two seconds flat. Why was I born into a house full of boys again?? ;)
~Adalyn (for real this time.)
We talked about being "the salt of the earth" and "the light of the world", and we pulled out a map and lit candles and dumped salt on the map. Except it was very much more prayerful and beautiful than I made it sound just now. It was absolutely gorgeous and then my neighbor kept me at her house "having supper" until 11:30. And then my mother was angry at me.
But anyway, I believe I said I would post on Fridays, and it's still Friday (sort of) so I'm satisfied. Plus, zero people read this, so why should I bother anyway?
*sigh.....*
On he other hand, in the words of Blessed Pope John Paul II, "Do not let hope die!" So I suppose I'll keep up hope for this blog. Yay, popes! :D
~Adalyn
And I just realized that was insanely short, PLUS I forgot to talk about the scary Boy Scout.
So my oldest bro is in some class for Boy Scouts that he has to take to go to this camp. And there's this one kid who's taking the same class for the same reason and he lives an hour and a half away.
So, my parents decided it would be a LOVELY idea to have another boy in the house, AND this particular boy is a Boy Scout, which makes him doubly weird.
He's just as nerdy as my other brothers, though, so they're getting along quite nicely playing Assassin's Creed and Guild Wars Two.
Yay.
So that's my life. From beautiful Marian Group to sweaty, scary Boy Scouts in two seconds flat. Why was I born into a house full of boys again?? ;)
~Adalyn (for real this time.)
Monday, April 8, 2013
My Dog Ate a Kid.
So, there are these kids that live down the street from us, and they're always walking through everyone's yards and leaving lovely stuff on everyone's doorsteps. Like sticks. And broken sheets of plastic. And dead bugs.
I got fed up with it. One of them was walking around and around our yard, and looking back at the oldest kid, who seemed to be egging him on, and so I opened the front door, and asked, "Do you need something?"
The kid opened his mouth to answer, and just then, my beloved and protective terrier, Rascal, squeezed from behind my legs and went to politely check the kid out.
The boy immediately screamed, and I yelled, "Don't run! He can't chase you if you don't run!" But the kid didn't listen. He screeched like a banshee and ran around in circles, which everyone knows is not the thing to do when you have a terrier with the legs of a stallion.
In the forefront of my mind, of course, I was running towards my dog and yelling, "Rascal! No! Bad boy! Come!", but in the background, I could hear the older kid, the one who had been egging him on, laughing his head off! He was cracking up while his friend or little brother or whatever was being attacked by a dog in a stranger's yard!
If it was my little brother, I would have run towards the dog, pried the hound off him, and yelled at the girl (AKA moi) about controlling her dog. I wouldn't be laughing and not doing anything but sitting on my expensive green bike.
I grabbed my dog and herded him into the house, dragged him to my room, and threw him in the crate. I then rushed back outside to see if the kid was okay.
He was wailing, collapsed on the grass. "Are you okay?" I said, approaching him quickly. "Did he bite you?" The kid on the bike called from down the street. The younger one saw me coming and scrambled up, crying and bawling.
He started for the older kid, but the boy on the bike got this weird look on his face and sped away down the street, threw his bike into the garage, and shut it from he inside. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, the littler kid stumbled up the street to his house, I guess. To tell his parents on the meany-pants stranger girl whose dog had practically torn his face off.
And so, I don't think those kids'll be loping around our yard for a while, even if Rascal chasing the kid around WAS an accident. Maybe they've finally learned a lesson.
I got fed up with it. One of them was walking around and around our yard, and looking back at the oldest kid, who seemed to be egging him on, and so I opened the front door, and asked, "Do you need something?"
The kid opened his mouth to answer, and just then, my beloved and protective terrier, Rascal, squeezed from behind my legs and went to politely check the kid out.
The boy immediately screamed, and I yelled, "Don't run! He can't chase you if you don't run!" But the kid didn't listen. He screeched like a banshee and ran around in circles, which everyone knows is not the thing to do when you have a terrier with the legs of a stallion.
In the forefront of my mind, of course, I was running towards my dog and yelling, "Rascal! No! Bad boy! Come!", but in the background, I could hear the older kid, the one who had been egging him on, laughing his head off! He was cracking up while his friend or little brother or whatever was being attacked by a dog in a stranger's yard!
If it was my little brother, I would have run towards the dog, pried the hound off him, and yelled at the girl (AKA moi) about controlling her dog. I wouldn't be laughing and not doing anything but sitting on my expensive green bike.
I grabbed my dog and herded him into the house, dragged him to my room, and threw him in the crate. I then rushed back outside to see if the kid was okay.
He was wailing, collapsed on the grass. "Are you okay?" I said, approaching him quickly. "Did he bite you?" The kid on the bike called from down the street. The younger one saw me coming and scrambled up, crying and bawling.
He started for the older kid, but the boy on the bike got this weird look on his face and sped away down the street, threw his bike into the garage, and shut it from he inside. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, the littler kid stumbled up the street to his house, I guess. To tell his parents on the meany-pants stranger girl whose dog had practically torn his face off.
And so, I don't think those kids'll be loping around our yard for a while, even if Rascal chasing the kid around WAS an accident. Maybe they've finally learned a lesson.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Excuses, Easter, and Everything in Between!
Well here I am again. For the third time. Trying to write this post. Safari has decided to make like Sebastian and crash all the time. I will explain.
Excuse #1 for why I haven't posted in weeks and weeks: My ancient and beloved laptop Sebastian committed suicide and murder all at the same time because he took all of my novels, ideas, lists, bookmarked websites, and passwords to the technological graveyard with him.
And I don't like using Safari for Internet because its slower and harder to type by a million and because of reasons stated above.
The first time it crashed, I was trying to insert a picture. And then it crashed and I lost everything. The second time, I had given up on the picture and was trying to insert a link. So I went to go copy it from YouTube and when I came back, there was this little error code and it said something about looking for a group of bloggers with similar problems.
For moral support, I guess?
But now I'm using my brand-spankin'-new blogger app! And if you're seeing this, then it worked!
So that's one excuse. Excuse #2: Holy Week and piano and school and friends and really just life in general have been moving so slowly and so quickly at once.
Lent seemed to fly by, and it's already Easter Thursday! I sort of miss Holy Week. It's the most eye-opening time of the year, I think. The beginning of a new life, a life open to God and life eternal.
I seem to be moving pretty quickly. Usually I'm slower than this. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm text-typing instead if real-typing.
It's harder to punctuate and spellcheck this way. And I can see much less of my post, so it seems like my sentences are really long, even when they're not.
Oh, well, it's better than leaving my beloved blog to die in that cybernetic graveyard we talked about earlier. At least I can salvage it.
But anyway, on to Holy Week! It really started for me on the Tuesday before Easter. My church had an absolutely gorgeous service called Tenebrae (pronounced TEN-eh-brey), which involved singing, readings, and the symbolic putting out of candles. We sang my favorite Lenten song, maybe my favorite choir song, period.
It's called Miserere Mei Deus by Allegri. It translates to "Have mercy on me, God." It's a beautiful piece with five parts, and it's got the sort of bittersweet sound to it that sends shivers down your spine when it's sung a certain way. That's how we sang it.
You can look it up if you want. I won't put in a link because the ones on YouTube just don't sound the way ours did. Standing in the middle of the action, in media res, so to speak, you hear things differently. We took it slower, softer than all the ones on the Internet. It was more sorrowful, somehow. More...repentant.
Tenebrae was probably the best way to start Holy Week, the Easter Tridium.
Then, on Holy Thursday, I sang with our choir again at the evening mass, and it was also beautiful, although in more of a serious way. The Eucharist was removed from the tabernacle and we all processed in to the Hall, the fellowship area, where our priest led a short benediction and then left. The Hall was a place of 24 hour Eucharistic adoration after that. You could come at any hour of the day or night and pray there, in front of the Blessed Sacrament.
What the priest does at that point of the liturgy is reposition the Blessed Sacrament in a different tabernacle and place a veil over it. When he positions the veil over the door of the tabernacle, it is a sign that Jesus has left the earth. It always stabs at my heart when I see the veil over Him. It really makes you feel that he was gone, dead.
Can you imagine? After seeing who you believed to be the savior of the world, the Christ of prophecy die suffering and pitiful...can you imagine still trusting that he would rise again in three days time? What faith you would have to have! It's nearly unbelievable!
I don't know what I would have believed. After following Jesus the Nazarene for three years, maybe knowing him for longer...can you imagine watching him tortured, scourged and beaten, forced to carry his murderers' tool, the wretched and blessed beam of wood he would give his life on. For us! Us, the poor, pitiful, frivolous sinners!
Watching him nailed to a splintered and bloody piece of wood, raised on the future symbol of his power, and bleed and bleed.
I've never seen The Passion, but whenever I think of Our Lord's passion and death, that's how I picture it.
I don't mean to be gruesome, but that's how it really happened. I won't apologize for the truth.
Back to the point, that stab in my heart made Good Friday all the more real. We got to sing the Miserere Mei Deus again, but it was more intense this time, a desperate plea for mercy rather than a humble sorrowing for sin.
Both times it was beautiful, though. What we do on Good Friday is at one point in the service (not a mass because there is no consecration of the Eucharist), everyone walks up to a large crucifix the priest is holding and takes a turn kissing it. The feet or the hands or the head of our crucified savior.
I always touch my lips to his feet. It reminds me of Mary Magdelene, washing Jesus' feet with her tears and drying then with her hair. Anointing them with oil and kissing them because of her deep regret for her sin. It makes me feel even more deeply the hallow emptiness in my soul on that day, knowing that it was me and my sins that put him on the cross. But it's a good emptiness, repentant.
I cried.
But the sorrow of Good Friday just made the Easter joy all the more wonderful.
I woke up at 6:15, still a child at heart, I guess. I'm the one in my family who wakes up my silly and sleepy older brothers on holidays. They never seem to want to get into the spirit of things.
It's annoying sometimes.
Anyway, that's why I wanted to insert a picture before. I got a new hat! Here it is!
I hope that works, anyway. If it doesn't, I will never post a picture again. :P
So I got a whole new summer wardrobe (sort of), and lots of my favorite candy. Then I spent the rest of the day chilling with friends and family. Our cascarone fight will never be forgotten.
So...you've basically caught up. I'm in the fourth quarter of eighth grade and looking forward to summer. Also, my braces are supposed to come off soon, hopefully by the end of June. I have VBS and summer camp to look forward to, and I'd rather so it with a straight smile.
It's really only my front teeth that are messed up, because they closed a space and one of them isn't perfectly aligned with my other teeth. But soon, the orthodontist says. Soon.
So anyway, now that you've read my über-long post, can go and live your perfectly different life.
Have fun, God bless, and happy Easter.
Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn
Excuse #1 for why I haven't posted in weeks and weeks: My ancient and beloved laptop Sebastian committed suicide and murder all at the same time because he took all of my novels, ideas, lists, bookmarked websites, and passwords to the technological graveyard with him.
And I don't like using Safari for Internet because its slower and harder to type by a million and because of reasons stated above.
The first time it crashed, I was trying to insert a picture. And then it crashed and I lost everything. The second time, I had given up on the picture and was trying to insert a link. So I went to go copy it from YouTube and when I came back, there was this little error code and it said something about looking for a group of bloggers with similar problems.
For moral support, I guess?
But now I'm using my brand-spankin'-new blogger app! And if you're seeing this, then it worked!
So that's one excuse. Excuse #2: Holy Week and piano and school and friends and really just life in general have been moving so slowly and so quickly at once.
Lent seemed to fly by, and it's already Easter Thursday! I sort of miss Holy Week. It's the most eye-opening time of the year, I think. The beginning of a new life, a life open to God and life eternal.
I seem to be moving pretty quickly. Usually I'm slower than this. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm text-typing instead if real-typing.
It's harder to punctuate and spellcheck this way. And I can see much less of my post, so it seems like my sentences are really long, even when they're not.
Oh, well, it's better than leaving my beloved blog to die in that cybernetic graveyard we talked about earlier. At least I can salvage it.
But anyway, on to Holy Week! It really started for me on the Tuesday before Easter. My church had an absolutely gorgeous service called Tenebrae (pronounced TEN-eh-brey), which involved singing, readings, and the symbolic putting out of candles. We sang my favorite Lenten song, maybe my favorite choir song, period.
It's called Miserere Mei Deus by Allegri. It translates to "Have mercy on me, God." It's a beautiful piece with five parts, and it's got the sort of bittersweet sound to it that sends shivers down your spine when it's sung a certain way. That's how we sang it.
You can look it up if you want. I won't put in a link because the ones on YouTube just don't sound the way ours did. Standing in the middle of the action, in media res, so to speak, you hear things differently. We took it slower, softer than all the ones on the Internet. It was more sorrowful, somehow. More...repentant.
Tenebrae was probably the best way to start Holy Week, the Easter Tridium.
Then, on Holy Thursday, I sang with our choir again at the evening mass, and it was also beautiful, although in more of a serious way. The Eucharist was removed from the tabernacle and we all processed in to the Hall, the fellowship area, where our priest led a short benediction and then left. The Hall was a place of 24 hour Eucharistic adoration after that. You could come at any hour of the day or night and pray there, in front of the Blessed Sacrament.
What the priest does at that point of the liturgy is reposition the Blessed Sacrament in a different tabernacle and place a veil over it. When he positions the veil over the door of the tabernacle, it is a sign that Jesus has left the earth. It always stabs at my heart when I see the veil over Him. It really makes you feel that he was gone, dead.
Can you imagine? After seeing who you believed to be the savior of the world, the Christ of prophecy die suffering and pitiful...can you imagine still trusting that he would rise again in three days time? What faith you would have to have! It's nearly unbelievable!
I don't know what I would have believed. After following Jesus the Nazarene for three years, maybe knowing him for longer...can you imagine watching him tortured, scourged and beaten, forced to carry his murderers' tool, the wretched and blessed beam of wood he would give his life on. For us! Us, the poor, pitiful, frivolous sinners!
Watching him nailed to a splintered and bloody piece of wood, raised on the future symbol of his power, and bleed and bleed.
I've never seen The Passion, but whenever I think of Our Lord's passion and death, that's how I picture it.
I don't mean to be gruesome, but that's how it really happened. I won't apologize for the truth.
Back to the point, that stab in my heart made Good Friday all the more real. We got to sing the Miserere Mei Deus again, but it was more intense this time, a desperate plea for mercy rather than a humble sorrowing for sin.
Both times it was beautiful, though. What we do on Good Friday is at one point in the service (not a mass because there is no consecration of the Eucharist), everyone walks up to a large crucifix the priest is holding and takes a turn kissing it. The feet or the hands or the head of our crucified savior.
I always touch my lips to his feet. It reminds me of Mary Magdelene, washing Jesus' feet with her tears and drying then with her hair. Anointing them with oil and kissing them because of her deep regret for her sin. It makes me feel even more deeply the hallow emptiness in my soul on that day, knowing that it was me and my sins that put him on the cross. But it's a good emptiness, repentant.
I cried.
But the sorrow of Good Friday just made the Easter joy all the more wonderful.
I woke up at 6:15, still a child at heart, I guess. I'm the one in my family who wakes up my silly and sleepy older brothers on holidays. They never seem to want to get into the spirit of things.
It's annoying sometimes.
Anyway, that's why I wanted to insert a picture before. I got a new hat! Here it is!
I hope that works, anyway. If it doesn't, I will never post a picture again. :P
So I got a whole new summer wardrobe (sort of), and lots of my favorite candy. Then I spent the rest of the day chilling with friends and family. Our cascarone fight will never be forgotten.
So...you've basically caught up. I'm in the fourth quarter of eighth grade and looking forward to summer. Also, my braces are supposed to come off soon, hopefully by the end of June. I have VBS and summer camp to look forward to, and I'd rather so it with a straight smile.
It's really only my front teeth that are messed up, because they closed a space and one of them isn't perfectly aligned with my other teeth. But soon, the orthodontist says. Soon.
So anyway, now that you've read my über-long post, can go and live your perfectly different life.
Have fun, God bless, and happy Easter.
Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn
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