Today's Topic: How?

I definitely don't know 'how' to find Paradise. Might as well experiment with everything, right? Nah, I'm testing out what the stereotypical person finds joy in and will see how life turns out from that. If it sucks, I try a happier type person. If it's awesome, heck, I just found Paradise! :P

Sorry for the short post. I went to a party two days ago and now I'm sick. >n> But at least I didn't have to deal with school today. >w> Yay sickness!!!

Beth

I gotta journal...

So I might not post as often. I might edit up some of the entries and post them here, but posting here will take a lot of my time. It's not as easy posting to this blog as someone might think. Naturally, my life is super boring, so I need to wait for some really crazy event or something worth telling.
Don't worry, it won't be as often, but I'll still post. I've still go Paradise to find, after all. ;3

Beth

Wednesday off?

Why in the WORLD would we have a Wednesday off? We have school on Thursday and Friday and Tuesday and Monday, but no Wednesday. Eh, I'm not complaining, no matter how stupid it is. A day off is a day off, right? That's what I say.

In other news, I made it to honor band. YES!!! That's exactly what I wanted. You see, I get to miss two days of school while simply playing the saxaphone for a couple hours. We get lunch there, t-shirts, and on the second day we get free dinner at the bowling alley. Then, we play two concerts and after the second day watch the other schools leave. Who said being in the band had no benefits?
What else is new? Not much. We had a really easy test in science, and I've got to leave soon for saxaphone lessons. D'awww. Oh yeah, and I've made a HUGE edit to my novel that is really just a behind-the-scenes thing, so pretty much no one will notice it. But you can read about that when I post about it on the 'Escape' blog. :D

Beth

This Week's (Belated) Topic: Why?

This post is more of a reason why I started this blog, so if you want to ignore it feel free. I'm explaining reasons like 'why did you start this blog?' 'why bother chasing after Paradise?' 'Why HELP people?'

So why DID I start this blog? I just wanted to see whether I could make an impact and help people. Seeing the view count, that's not going very well yet. ;) Whatever, the view count doesn't tell me anything. As long as I help SOMEONE, with boredom at LEAST, I'm happy.

Why Help people? People are needing more and more help nowadays. They need a little pick-me-up. If I can help them find their little 'dream' world, I figure that'd make them a bit happier. The newspapers really don't help those people, by the way. All this 'dying here' 'fighting there' 'oh look, someone else died!' kind of attitude is really dragging down people now.

Why chase after Paradise? As I said, people need a little pick-me-up. Besides, who would want to chase after Hades or the biggest torture the world has ever seen? I personally think it'd be a bit more effective and useful to find Paradise. Just sayin'.

Yeah, that was a short post. I couldn't post this weekend because I was finishing up a project due today in L.A. class. I presented it today *shudder*. It was a career research paper, btw. While I really, REALLY want to be a 'creative writer' I chose Hematologist. Why? Just to get under people's skin. Not many people would choose a doctor who studies blood. Hey, even I can't help but laugh at the looks on people's faces when I explain my 'career topic' to them.

I think I did decent though...
Beth

Dodgeball!!

As you can probably guess, we played dodgeball during P.E. I was feeling really pumped since I had been reading 'Soul Surfer' by Bethany Hamilton, who got her arm bitten off in a shark attack while surfing. Yet, she continues to surf and her faith in Christ has just gotten stronger through the attack. But, for those of you who really don't give a crap about faith, that's not what this is about. That's my OTHER blog. Go look at my profile if you really want to know. The title makes it obvious.
Anyways, Bethany Hamilton grew up with two older brothers, and would always go all out. I figured it was MY time to shine in P.E. class. I'm always the person hiding behind the mat, trying to save myself the embarassment of getting 'out'. Today? Heck no! I think I got out about five times. As long as I get the other team to be dragged down with me, I'm happy.
You see, it was boys v. girls. The boys in our class, or most of them anyways, are AMAZING when it comes to accuracy and speed. The girls? Not as good. So I decided I'd try to make up for that. So my aim isn't the greatest in the world. I haven't actually thrown anything in sport, besides little P.E. games, since two years ago in soft ball (my schedule was too busy last year to play, and I don't think I'll have the time this year either).
To get back on topic, I ended up hitting, I think, three or four of the major throwers, and two of them more than once. One of them I think I ended up hitting several times, but he pretended that it hit his shirt or pretended that nothing had happened. Ahh, that's life for you.
There was backlash, however. I ended up straining a muscle on the high back of my right leg, and it's really sore. Also, we played 'Matball' afterwards (think of kickball, but with four bases. You have to go around each base twice and that's a point. You can only get out by getting hit with the ball), and I totally embarassed myself. I ended up catching the ball at one point, but when I threw it the ball went COMPLETELY off target. That happened twice. Oops. But it was still amazingly fun, despite the several messups my team made. It's not about winning or losing to me, it's about just being out there, participating and doing my best.
You could call me athletic I guess. My parents and older brother never cease to try and explain that to me. Also, a lot of girls at my school comment on how skinny I am. Actually, that's counter-productive since that includes the fact that I have practically no muscle. Pfft! Oh well. Playing sports is fun to me, but I am still trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of me. I'd be happy to play the sport, but I don't want to go so far to look stupid. That's something I'm trying to fix.

Can This Help With Paradise??
Beth