tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46100973868898010422024-03-13T11:28:37.078-04:00 Maybe I Can BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-32916150460889113062015-12-12T01:41:00.002-05:002015-12-12T01:41:38.462-05:00Hello From The Other Side<div class="MsoNormal">
Hello from the other siiiide!!! …of the state. :D <o:p></o:p></div>
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Two weeks ago my family and I moved across the state. This
is actually the third time I’ve moved, but it is only the first time that I have
really been aware of it because the first two times happened when I was 6 and
under. Most people have moved at least once in their lives so you may know that
it is quite hard to find things when you’re moving. Everything is packed away
in boxes and some boxes may already be at the new house. Most of your clothes
are packed, except for the ones set aside in the suitcase that you’ll be living
out of for a few weeks. All of your books, televisions, and maybe even your
laptop (depending on how much you use it on a daily basis) are packed away. And
your free time is probably packed away in one of those blamed boxes too. You
may never figure out exactly where that box is again. Sorry. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This is why I was unable to post two weeks ago (because I’ve
been trying to post every two weeks) but I think that it’s a pretty good
excuse. My computer was packed away somewhere and the house was half empty
containing almost exclusively cardboard boxes, and I was so tired by the end of
the days that the only thing that I would have been able to type out would have
been “asdkljgrbaaesdoih” because I probably would have face planted into my
keyboard…if I was able to find my laptop in the first place! <o:p></o:p></div>
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But anyway, we are getting settled, I’ve been reunited with
my laptop (and the wifi, thank goodness) so my previously decided upon schedule
should be able to continue as planned. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpZL71bZuwQ" target="_blank">This week’s video</a> comes as a whim of my
own. A few days ago I decided that I wanted to learn how to play a Frank Sinatra
song so I did and here I am playing it not as well I could have but there wasn’t
really anything else that I wanted to play and at the time I felt as if it were
a little too early for a Christmas song. You also get a little glimpse at my
new room in the video, and it is quite interesting to say the least. (I will be
painting it soon.) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Merry Christmas! See ya in two weeks. Well I mean, you won’t
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-89615237708675903122015-11-12T23:41:00.001-05:002015-11-12T23:41:29.951-05:00QUESTIONS<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<b>Questions.</b> Many are asked each and every day in every corner
of the world and in every language and dialect. Many are answered but many
still are left unanswered. Questions such as; how big is the universe? Why is a
giraffe called a giraffe? Why did the
chicken cross the road? How did Good Charlotte get famous? WHERE IS WALDO?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not all unanswered questions remain unanswered forever.
As we learn and discover more about our world we discover answers to some of
these haunting questions. And recently I have been told the answer to an
unanswered question. So I have decided to share this revelation with those of
you who read my blog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The question is in regard to a specific mammal that lives
in the waters with Aquatic creatures. Not the species as a whole, but an
individual of the species. The mental state of this animal had troubled
scientists for years. They tried to wrap their heads around why this particular
individual behaved the way that it did. It was so unlike the others of its
kind. It even differed noticeably from the ones in its close circle of friends.
They searched far and wide for an answer. They studied this individual and
those in its circle for years until the finally realized that the answer was
right in front of them. It wasn’t a complicated thing at all. It was so simple
that it was completely over looked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you for reading and I am sorry for the bad jokes
(sorta). I have a new video on my YouTube channel (which you can watch below)
of me playing and singing How Great Thou Art. It was requested by a friend of
my mom’s, Tami Frye. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-19156068021910289952015-10-26T23:44:00.001-04:002015-10-26T23:55:05.399-04:00IT CONTINUES<div class="MsoNormal">
IT CONTINUES!! My plan to post a blog and a video every two
weeks has been successful thus far! Well, I mean this is the seconds post, so I
don’t know if you can call that a success…but it’s progress none-the-less. Making
videos is a pretty easy feat. (Especially when I am given a request of what to
sing as has been done this week.) And I have a few videos already recorded and
plenty of songs in my repertoire that I can sing. What I didn’t think too much
about is the blog post side of this. <o:p></o:p></div>
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WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT?! I mean…some people blog
about their lives but not many interesting things happen in my life. Some
people have picture blogs, but that requires like, going outside. I write poems
sometimes, but that gets old doesn’t it? And then there’s the thing of, do I want
the blog post to be relevant to the song that I am singing in the video? Or is
it okay if the blog post is kind of irrelevant. <o:p></o:p></div>
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OH! THAT REMINDED ME OF A JOKE!!! Okay, are you ready? (I heard
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What do you call an elephant that doesn’t mean anything?</div>
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Anything? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Get it? Irrelephant. Irrelevant. Haha? No? Okay, fine. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You can watch my <a href="https://youtu.be/YIBwnGEZ5MY" target="_blank">new video</a> below if you’d like. It is a
request from my mom. An old hymn by Andrae’ Crouch called Through It All. Thank
you for reading and tune in in another 2 weeks for more rambling, bad grammar,
and potentially more bad puns. Oh, if you watch the video you just might hear
my mom singing harmony in the background. ;) <o:p></o:p></div>
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ALSO!! check out my mom's blog at <a href="http://www.thefarmersplace.com/p/31-days-of-waiting-and-trust-god.html">http://www.thefarmersplace.com/p/31-days-of-waiting-and-trust-god.html</a>. She's has been writing about her chronic pain this month and is also doing a giveaway for her birthday. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-18571398925840205332015-10-17T16:18:00.000-04:002015-10-17T16:40:44.816-04:00Tired of Being Scared <div class="MsoNormal">
I am tired of being too scared to do the things I want to
do. In this case the thing is posting videos to my YouTube channel. This is
something that I have wanted to do for several years now, but I have never
gotten up the courage to actually do it. Not regularly at least. Ever since my
friend introduced me to vloggers on YouTube I have loved the idea and have
tried to come up with what I could make video of. Should I do a video blog just
talking about stuff? Should I do art videos? Maybe my friends and I can start a
channel together? I can post song covers!<o:p></o:p></div>
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They were good ideas, and they worked! The only thing I lacked
was the motivation to keep doing it (and things to film in some cases but that’s
not the point). This is something I always think about. I would love to make
videos regularly, but I am too scared. Scared of what? I don’t know. Maybe I’m
too scared to record videos when everyone in the house can hear me
talking/singing to myself. Or maybe I am too afraid to put the videos out there
for everyone I know to see and judge. I don’t know. But I do know that if I would
just do it that it wouldn’t be scary anymore, or at least less so. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So here’s the plan. I am going to try to start posting
videos more often. I am also going to try to make a blog post for every video
and I want to do this every 2 weeks. But I need some help. It would be awesome
if people could keep me accountable to this. I know it’s hard to remember what
day of the week it is let alone remember that every 14 of them Mikaela’s
supposed to post a video/blog, but if you think about it just say “Hey, when’s
your next video gonna be?” and I mostly post videos of me covering songs so if
you have a suggestion for a song you would like me to do, suggest it! If I don’t
know it, I can probably learn it. All you have to do it ask. :) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you, and here is my latest video. Freshly uploaded for
your viewing pleasure (hopefully). It is a kinda decent cover of a song by my
favorite band (who have an album coming out next week
<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/sounds-good-feels-good-deluxe/id1029985289" target="_blank">#PreorderSoundsGoodFeelsGood</a> Oct 23!). This is Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-24039449957761967402015-07-16T00:16:00.001-04:002015-07-16T00:16:54.219-04:00I Keep Forgetting<div style="text-align: center;">
"Hey Mikaela! Welcome back! It's been ages since we've seen you!" </div>
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Well, technically it would be 'ages since we've read something from you' or maybe even 'heard from you' because this is a textual blog not a visual/video blog, but yes It has been five months since I last posted something on my blog. And I'm not really sure if that post from February counts because that was a poem that I had to write for school. </div>
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Either way, the issue at hand is that I keep forgetting to post things. Blog posts, Facebook statuses and more recently, videos on my YouTube channel. (*cough cough* <a href="http://www.youtube.com/aleakim69" target="_blank">click here</a> *cough*). SO, in order to kill, like, three birds with one stone, (which is quite an impressive achievement I think) I am going to put my latest YouTube video into this blog post below and then post a link to this blog post in a post on Facebook. Yes, I just used the word 'post' four times in that sentence. And yeah, it probably isn't grammatically correct, but when are my blog posts ever grammatically correct? </div>
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Here is the YouTube video. Enjoy the rest of your evening.</div>
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(p.s. the video is me doing a cover of Thrive by Casting Crowns with my guitar teacher.) </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-14371529875711136662015-02-20T13:09:00.001-05:002015-02-20T13:15:35.298-05:00The Sky<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
I guess that the sky is one of my favorite things about nature. I have another post talking about how I love sunsets, and now (upon given the task to write about a specific part of nature) I have written a poem about it. I have a feeling that maybe the sky is overlooked because it is always there. Usually people choose a less often seen part of nature for their favorite (something they don't see all the time like the mountains or the ocean.) The sky is literally always there. You might be somewhere where there aren't mountains or beaches, but you can't go anywhere where the sky isn't. Sure you can go inside or underground but...whatever...the sky is pretty...here's a poem.</div>
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The sky has many
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Many outfits if
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Its many shades
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That its moods are
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Bright and blue,
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Even orange and
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Its many hues of
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Are the easiest on
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Like a face its
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From one look the
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Even different
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Unique expressions
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Oh, and if the sky
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It still as sweet
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It would still
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-7172254502654255562014-11-25T14:16:00.001-05:002014-11-25T14:16:05.442-05:00Properly Carpe-ing your Diem <div class="MsoNormal">
People have this thing nowadays where they are encouraging
one another to “live life to the fullest” because “life is short.” Whereas this
is true they are going about it wrong. People use this as an excuse to not live
right; to waste away their lives at parties and to throw away their responsibilities. They interpret the
saying to mean “do more of what makes you happy” and that simply isn’t correct.
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If you only did what made you happy, then life would be kind
of boring wouldn’t it? In most cases in order to do what makes you happy you
have to first do what makes you unhappy.
To be a business man or lawyer you must first go through schooling. To
be an athlete you have to eat right and exercise daily. You have to miss out on
things that you’ve looked forward to, many sleepless nights studying, not
eating pizza leading up to an important competition, being away from home for
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the fullest” means try things you are scared to do. If you have an opportunity
to go sky diving, take it even though you’re scared of heights. Or if you have
an opportunity to perform in front of a crowd of people you’ve never met
before, go for it even though the thought of putting yourself out there scares
you the most (SIDENOTE: It’s actually not
that scary). It’s not about doing stupid things with your buddies because you
don’t want to feel left out. It’s about taking opportunities that you otherwise
wouldn’t have taken because you’re unsure of the outcome. Taking or leaving
those little opportunities can be all the difference in your life. Sometimes
they are even life changing. So yes, Carpe Diem, #YOLO if you will, but
remember which road leads to heaven and which to hell. Short term happiness
doesn’t always mean long term happiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and
broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But
small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find
it.” Matt. 7:13-14 (NIV)<o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-83765042440701236262014-11-07T13:06:00.000-05:002014-11-07T13:06:05.233-05:00My Psalm 23This week I was given an assignment to "write my own version of Psalm 23 and contemporize it to my own situation." Once my mom explained to me what that meant, it didn't take me long to decide how I wanted to write it. Instead of 'shepard', I wanted to say 'teacher' because that is what he has been doing for the past three years or so. Teaching me how to be a better leader/musician and slowly demolishing my fears of doing so. It's not perfect, but what is aside from God? So..here is my version of Psalm 23. <br />
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The LORD is my
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You teach me in
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You teach me with
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As you are always,
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Guiding me even
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I am not frustrated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your wisdom and
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Even when my fear
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It is more than I
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-82902177824885003312014-10-22T13:42:00.000-04:002014-10-22T13:42:37.944-04:00Lady MacBeth or Not Lady MacBeth. That is the question. <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
In the tragedy of MacBeth the
villain is widely considered to be Lady MacBeth. It is clear that she encourages
the idea of her husband killing the king and has no regrets about it
what-so-ever. But is it really her or was her husband the real mastermind
behind it all?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whereas there is plenty of evidence
against Lady MacBeth, there is also substantial evidence against her husband.
For one, the only murder she encouraged him to commit was of the king. MacBeth
decided on the murder of Macduff, Macduff’s family, and Banquo on his own. Even
then, MacBeth was the first to think of murdering the King. (Act 1 Scene III
Macbeth’s words to himself starting at line 130) He was unsure of himself sure,
but he did consider it before his wife’s suggestion. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is also argued that because of
Lady MacBeth’s great love for her husband she encouraged him to commit the
murder. She loved him so much that she only wanted him to be happy, and if that
meant going along with murder then she was okay with that. This thought is furthered
by the guilt that Lady MacBeth shows in Act V Scene 1. She has so much guilt
that in her sleep she walks about trying, and failing, to wash the blood off of
her hands. She even felt so guilty that she killed herself. Is this the
reaction of someone who is a heartless murderer? Or is it the reaction of a
guilty wife who encouraged her husband to be happy thus putting the blood of
dozens on their hands?<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is one last possibility that
perhaps we haven’t considered. Maybe they both just want to be happy so much so
that they jumped in head first then couldn't find which way was up and which
was down resulting in their imminent deaths. Or maybe it is how it is written
and we, like so often do, are looking for deeper meaning when there is none. I
personally have a hard time believing that writers think such deep things through
when writing a story. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ultimately, after a story is
written it is for the reader to comprehend. That is part of the fun of reading;
it can come out differently depending on your personality and what jumps out to
you. So let’s just carry on comprehending what we comprehend about the story and/or
the deeper meanings. It doesn't matter
too much in the long run, although it is fun to compare comprehensions every
now and again. I guess that’s why they have book clubs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-31452019527722556022014-10-12T16:36:00.001-04:002014-10-12T16:36:37.603-04:00There's Shakespeare's Sonnet and Then There's Mine...According to my literature book, sonnets were love songs before love songs were love songs (If that makes sense). And Shakespeare's sonnets were especially more in the "love song" genre of sonnets. For example the ever famous sonnet 18. You know, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate;". Sonnets are also often made up of 14 lines that rhyme in an alternate pattern, or Iambic Pentameter. (that's what the one website about how to write a sonnet I looked at said anyway). SO given that I have written the other types of poems and stories that my literature book talked about, I decided to write one of these too...And it had to be in the "love song" genre so, prepare for it to be cheesy...sorry..<br />
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<b><u>Endeavor<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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A year we’ve had after first sight<o:p></o:p></div>
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And quite a year it was<o:p></o:p></div>
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We both felt as if in flight<o:p></o:p></div>
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To slow down we had not a cause<o:p></o:p></div>
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With you I went and with me you came <o:p></o:p></div>
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They hardly saw us apart<o:p></o:p></div>
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To me you would your love proclaim<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I can repeat your songs by heart<o:p></o:p></div>
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This feeling I wish to have forever<o:p></o:p></div>
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And to never leave your side<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course that will take an endeavor<o:p></o:p></div>
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But if you’re in I’m willing to try<o:p></o:p></div>
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So as the aisle down I walk into your arms forever,</div>
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Let this begin new life and begin our new endeavor.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-1937684372212491672014-10-04T21:06:00.002-04:002014-10-04T21:17:40.426-04:00Apparently There Were Fables <div class="MsoNormal">
Continuing through history in my literature studies, I am now in the Medieval Ages and apparently in that time period there were fables. So I wrote one. It's called "The Fable of the Fox". Enjoy. Or not. It's entirely up to you. It's not that good, I'm just proud that I finished it. </div>
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<b><u>The Fable of the Fox</u></b></div>
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There was once a forest. Well, there still is a forest, but
something once happened in the forest. So I should have said “Once in a
forest”. That’s what I mean. Anyway, there is a forest, and in the forest lived
a family of wild chickens and their name so happened to be Wilde. Trust me it
is a coincidence, I didn’t make it up to be funny, this is the way it actually
happened.<o:p></o:p><br />
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In this family there were three, Father, Mother, and
Daughter. Father and Mother were oh so proud of their only chickadee and wanted
nothing but to give her the best. But since the Wilde family didn’t have much,
all that chickadee’s parents could give her was their sage advice such as;
“Don’t ever talk to anyone who starts a conversation by going ‘spt! Hey you!’ and “Never count your humans before they’re birthed.” <o:p></o:p><br />
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Chickadee loved her parents, but didn’t see the importance
of her parents’ advice and would often ignore it. “I mean really!” she would
say, “I’ve gathered food out in the rain many a time but not once have I caught
death.” But her parents kept on in hopes that she would take even a little bit
of their wisdom to heart. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Now this forest was home to many an animal. There were
several families of chickens, Mourning doves, and even a family of mice. It was
a wonderfully diverse neighborhood and everyone loved one another… except for
one. Deeper in the forest there lived a Fox and every now and again he liked to
cause trouble. He had been the culprit of many robberies and several deaths. <o:p></o:p><br />
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It had been many years since anyone had seen or heard
anything of the fox and that only made the residence of the forest more and
more nervous. For they knew that that meant he had something sinister up his
sleeve. All of her life, Chickadee’s
parents told her “If you ever come across that sneaky fox, don’t pay him any
mind. Just walk swiftly but never turn your back.” And she couldn’t see why he
the fox could be such a bad person. “They’re just over reacting. That fox is
probably the sweetest person you’d ever meet.” <o:p></o:p><br />
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One evening Chickadee’s parents sent her out to gather some
food for dinner, but before she left Mother reminded her of the fox. “If you
ever come across that sneaky fox, don’t pay him any mind. Just walk swiftly but
never turn your back.” She responded with a nod and a smile but as she gathered
she thought to herself about how her parents MUST be wrong. “I mean, they’ve
never met him how do they know?” just then she heard someone behind her. She
turned around to see none other than the fox. “Oh hello,” he said. “I didn’t
realize someone was gathering here. Mind if I join?” he asked.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Chickadee thought briefly about what her parents had told
her those many times, but was certain that they were wrong. Besides, he looks
kind enough. “No, help yourself. I’ve never seen you around here.” She said.
“Oh, I usually gather deeper in the forest but I decided that I would like a
change of scenery today.” She agreed with him saying that it would be nice to
explore different places but her parents only let her gather in this spot
because they’re afraid for her safety. “That’s crazy, the forest has been a
very safe place for years upon years!” the fox said staying close behind her. “I
know! But they seem to think that that will change.” She said facing him briefly before she carried
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“I guess you never know.” The fox said. “What do you mean?”
she asked as she picked some berries. “Well,” the fox said. “You never know who
could just walk up behind you.” She looked up from a bush long enough to say
“Yes, but like you said, this is one of the safest places, like, ever. There
aren’t any killers here.” and returned to her work. “Just because they don’t
live here doesn’t mean that they won’t show up. Killers are crazy people; they
would do anything to get their prey.” Chickadee began to feel a bit uneasy. “Like
what?” She dared ask. “Oh, golly,” he said taking a step towards her. ”They
would disguise themselves, make themselves look like a part of the community,”
He said taking another step. “Or come out at night to catch them coming home
late.” He said getting closer. “Or even deceive them. Make them think they’re a
friend.” <o:p></o:p><br />
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She was really nervous now, buy it’s probably just because
of what her parents told her; though, they couldn’t possibly have been right.
The fox really seems to be a nice guy! As she and the fox stood face to face
she tried to think of a way to leave politely as she was late for dinner.
“Well,” she said taking a few steps back. “I really ought to be getting home. Mother
and Father are expecting me for dinner.”
“Oh, must you go? I’m sure they won’t miss you for a few minutes more.”
He said stepping towards her again. “Oh, but you see I’m late as it is, and I
have our dinner here, so I really must be off.” She started to go around the
fox but his eyes never left her.
“Alright, if you must.” He said and as she started out of the gathering
area. She stopped quickly and turned around to say “Maybe I’ll see you around
here again sometime?” “Yeah,” he said as she turned her back on him. And with a
big grin on his face he whispered “I doubt it.” And pounced. <o:p></o:p><br />
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One more murder the fox is responsible for. One more murder
and a forest full of broken hearts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-46405122887242961382014-09-10T11:07:00.001-04:002014-09-10T11:11:26.354-04:00Olde Poems and New Poems. <div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
In literature I am studying poems and stories throughout British History. Obviously it had me start at the beginning so the first poems/stories I read were Beowulf, and The Seafarer from the Anglo-Saxon age (5th-11th century). They contain biblical themes and deeper meanings through relatable terms such as sailing the seas and defeating evil monsters. After reading these poems, I was challenged to write a poem using a sea theme, like The Seafarer, about life. So here is what I came up with. </div>
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All of these ships
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Most finish
construction, but some finish not. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Some have design
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Others are broken by
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The ones who set
sail aren’t all as strong as they look,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some take on
water, some sails don holes from a pirate’s hook. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They try to repair
with the things that they’ve got, <o:p></o:p></div>
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But the supplies
on deck aren’t the cream of the crop. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They fix leaks
with barrel wood; they patch sails with old shirts,<o:p></o:p></div>
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But they keep coming
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They know of a
repairman, they know of his great works, <o:p></o:p></div>
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But they are too
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Just a call to the
repairman, and a trip to the port, <o:p></o:p></div>
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And your ship
could be better he’d be happy to report.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You would still
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But he won’t cease
to fix it, if you just give him <i>your </i>whole.
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If you stay loyal,
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He will not fail
you, as he’s never failed them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And someday you’ll
find that he’s quite the sailor,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’ll join his
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-38969624240069201642014-08-23T13:49:00.000-04:002014-08-23T13:49:16.342-04:00Maybe I have a blog. Oh look! I have a blog!! How about that?! I nearly forgot about it what with not posting here in four months.<br />
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Here is a thing I made of a doodle guy waving.<br />
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Have a nice day. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-35955681338137564092014-03-02T16:49:00.001-05:002014-03-02T16:49:14.550-05:00The Sky is Beautiful Sometimes<div dir="ltr">
Here in Moultrie last July (2013) it rained almost everyday. This means that the sun was hidden behind clouds most of the time. Despite that, Everyday when the sun was supposed to be setting it would shine through all of the clouds in front of it. I found that to be very awesome, and if I had picture of those particular events then I would share them, but I don't. So here are some pretty picture of the sky I captured from here in town on other events. :)</div>
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I will set a rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.<br />
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After having supper with my brother, we drove off the back way and stumbled upon the sun shining through the clouds. Simply Lovely.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The same evening as the previous, the main stretch.</td></tr>
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One evening when the orange sun reflected off of the tiny-looking clouds to create something beautiful.<br />
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Driving home on another occasion I believe. Just a pretty display.<br />
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Our neighborhood is in a great position for sunsets. Here is some proof. :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-71893804562925739102014-02-23T17:41:00.001-05:002014-08-22T01:54:15.522-04:00Maybe You Should Follow Your Dreams...I'm not feeling inspired to write today. That's the weird thing about my creativity. I'm only creative half of the time, if I'm lucky. But when I am creative, I can be really creative. CAN is the key word there. Sometimes I'm creative but not creative enough. Like in writing posts, I can think of several topics, but no words to write about that topic. I can put chords together to form music, but I can't think of any words to sing with it. I can think of a story line but no dialogue to go along with it. And if I can do those things, half the time I'm basically stealing someone elses idea.<br />
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I guess that they say there isn't anything new under the sun and that you have to re-create it in a way that is new and interesting, but I find it hard to do that sometimes and I wish I could just have my own idea. Other people seem to do it. Why can't I? Maybe I am, but I can't see it. Maybe it's because I'm to scared to share my work with the world. I guess that nobody ever really thinks that their work is particularly great. Unless, of course, fame has gone to their head. But in most of those cases, that persons work really isn't that great after all.<br />
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I guess it's kind of like Marty McFly from 'Back to the Future' and his music. "<i>What if I send in the tape in (to a record label) and they don't like it? What if they say I'm no good? What if they say, "Get out of here kid. You've got no future"? I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection." </i>Yeah, but what if somebody likes it? What if Noah has given up the first time people made fun of him when he spoke of a flood? The whole of everything would be different.<br />
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What if Thomas Edison had given up when people laughed at the idea of his inventions? No light, recorded music, no movies! ETC.<br />
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What if musical groups gave up when they were first rejected? like what if Liam Payne decided that since Simon Cowell Rejected him once that he would do it again? He wouldn't have come back to the XFactor 2 years later, and their wouldn't be a One Direction. (Please forgive my obsession with the band One Direction)<br />
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I guess you've got to try. The worst they can say is "No. It's no good." right? If you don't try you might be left wondering for the rest of your life. "What would have happened if...(insert the pursuit of your dream here)." But of course, there are times when you shouldn't try. Sometimes you want to pursue something but you know (or GOD knows) that it isn't the right thing for you. That you are to go down a different path. I guess that is different for everybody, and everybody has to ask GOD about it themselves. But as for me, I believe that I should be using my talents for the LORD, so if you need me, I will be building up the courage to continue to do that.<br />
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WOW, this entire post is a cliche...I'm sorry. You get what I'm inspired to type. HEY! I guess I was inspired after all!! :) :) :) PTL!! :) :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-48724186015479617822014-02-18T17:40:00.003-05:002014-02-18T18:06:17.106-05:00One of my Thoughts <div>
Have you ever stopped and thought about just how awesome our God is? Just how much he cares for us? Just how BIG he is? I was thinking about it one time and these are my thoughts. I think that it's amazing personally.</div>
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Our sun is actually on of the smallest stars in the universe. The largest, or at least of on the, is Canis Majoris. That star is thought to be just under 2000 times bigger then our sun and our sun is about 109 times bigger than our home planet, Earth. Here are a few pictures that I found for us visual people who hate math. </div>
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Okay, now think about how big the earth is compared to us humans. (you could even go further and think about atoms, and micro organisms, and germs). The universe is absolutely massive and GOD is even bigger than the universe! We are these microscopic fire ants that keep on biting but God still cares about us. He loves us so much that He gave up his only son for us, and even though we keep on sinning He hasn't turned away from us. So undeserving of so much love, so tiny, yet so important to Him. The one person that truly loves us unconditionally. He sees all our our flaws, yet he doesn't throw us out. He has the patience to stick by us even when we're so stubborn no-one else would, The mercy to forgive us every time we disappoint Him. I'm so unworthy of a king like Him. </div>
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(I got the pictures from www.jesus-is-savior.com. I didn't read any of it, I just took the pictures. The other info that I couldn't remember I got from google searching.)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280082456204100716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4610097386889801042.post-44753991506651595672014-02-16T16:22:00.001-05:002015-04-29T23:29:08.057-04:00Introducing MeOn a semi-random whim I created a blog. I have been thinking a alot lately about what I want to be when I grow up, I'm still not exactly sure what it is but I do know that it should involve one of my God given talents. (which probably sounds obvious but whatever)<br />
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One of the things I consider to be a talent is the fact that I can write better than I can talk. Meaning that if you give me a question, a bit of time, and let me type my answer out I would sound much smarter than if you asked me in person. In person if you ask me anything, my answer 99.5% of the time is "I don't know". I'm not lieing, you can ask anybody. Well, not ANYBODY, it would have to be a 'body' that knows me. Anyway, the fact that I am typing this post is proof enough that I write better then speak. I went on a week long church trip once and for three entire days one of the chaperones didn't hear me say one word. I don't talk much.<br />
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Yeah, yeah, you don't talk much why did you decide to blog? Well, it started november of 2012 when one of my friends introduced me to a Vlogger on YouTube (same this as blogger except with videos). From then on I loved the idea of vlogging, but i've havn't ever had the courage to actually make a video by myself. Then recently thinking about my mom having a blog and the afore mentioned 'writing better than speakng' thing, I said to myself "Hey, you could do a bloggy type thing!" and I said back to myself "That's a cool idea! it's worth a shot!" so here I am, typing on my tablet that I have named Augustus(thats another post in itself).<br />
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Ever since I was 7, I have been interested in being a writer. I wrote a series of childrens books when I was 7 or 8 along with a few other random stories, and I am now writing a book for school. The thing I find interesting is that I hate writing essays, and I have only recently started to enjoy reading. The two things that, to me, a writer would need to like. But I have also realized that in order to achieve anything you have to work for it, and work isn't always fun, so maybe I will be a writer when I grow up, or maybe I will achieve one of my other dreams. Who knows? Only God does, and I trust him to reveal the answer in his time. In the meantime, I will try not to freak myself out about it. :)<br />
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Oh yeah, you probably would like to know what to call me. My name is Mikaela, but you can call me by my Username(if you can pronouce it). Aleakim69. Its my name and year of birth backwards, because I couldn't think of anything creative.<br />
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I like Moutain Dew, Teddy Bears, and One Direction. :) have a nice day.<br />
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<b>(UPDATE!! my username is now KaeZanne. 3 letter of my first name and 5 of my middle name.)</b><br />
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