When you meet me the first thing you might notice is the way I say certain things. It's cause I'm Southern and sometimes things just pop out that might sound weird. My Colorado friends ask "Can't you just not talk like that and think before you say something?" No. No I can't.
The second thing you might notice is that I have a weird sense of style. I love plaid and rainboots and dresses and cutoff shorts. It's like someone decided to combine a country gal's wardrobe with a classy chick's. Weird stuff.
I'm also pretty sure I'm adopted cause I'm the ONLY person in my family who likes romantic comedies. Like come on guys. I can dig superheroes, but I love rom coms. Go ahead judge me. I don't even care.
I've come to accept the fact that I'm odd. I love who I am, and I hope nothing changes that. I can geek out about the show Wicked and Hunter Hayes in the same conversation, and I think that's cool. I've been struggling a little bit about how I felt about myself, and this post kind of aided that. I'm sorry I haven't been posting ANYTHING but my senior year is coming 'round the corner. It's probably gonna get worst soon. I'm so pumped to be a senior!
Over and out.
Love
C,
Video of the Day:
Super duper cool acapella group.
Shoutout of the Day: A friend who's going through a rough spell that made my day today. You go girl, I'm praying for you.
Hey guys!
So today I'm gonna talk about how stressed I am and how much I hate the world and the fact that whether or not I go to college is based on some numbers. Fun times. I'm so stressed out right now, I could cry. And eat ice cream. I think I'm gonna skip the crying and go straight to the ice cream today. Alrighty? Alrighty.
Oh! And its being all sunshiny today. I appreciate that. Ya know, it is easier to feel pretty in warm weather versus cold weather. 'Cause in cold weather, you gotta bundle up and every morning it's the same decision: be comfortable or be fashionable? And guys can look attractive in sweats and sweatshirts, even some girls can. CAILIN CANNOT DO THIS. Cailin cannot, as they say in Colorado "scrub it" and look fabulous at the same time. In the spring and summertime, you already feel fantastic, so you can always pick being fashionable cause it's not cold out. It's hard living in Colorado, cause I know that as soon as I buy shorts, it will start snowing again.I live in a cruel world.
SO yeah, I sound bipolar...fun times.
Over and out. Love, C
Video of the Day:
You're welcome.
Shoutout of the Day: To all people who don't respond to text messages. When it's been three days since I sent you a text, I imagine scenarios in which something horrible is happening to you and that is why you can't respond. Like being mauled by a grizzly. Yep. I wouldn't text someone back if I was being mauled by a grizzly.
Author's note: This was written satirically to model 'Wife Wanted' a piece read in my English class. This is for humorous intent, I don't have ANY of these expectations, so don't freak out. Thank you.
I am unmarried. I have been unmarried for seventeen years. And I now feel an urge to tie myself down to a male. More specifically, I want a husband.
Now for a male to be considered eligible to court me, he must fufill some requirements. He must be of the same religion I am, taller than me; he must be attractive, but not too attractive lest I feel he is too good for me. He must be able to converse with me in matters I find interesting. He must always smell good. He must be talented musically. He must find Southern accents irresistible. And he will understand that he shouldn't socially interact with other females besides me, while not getting upset when I am accidentally charming to other men.
If he fits all these requirements and a mutual attraction develops, he must ask my father, stepfather, uncle, and any other male that plays some sort of role in my life, if he may court me. He musn't show any nervousness and be excruciatingly respectful.
If all goes well, I imagine we'll date for a couple of years, years full of romantic dinners and multiple exchanges of stuffed animals holding hearts.
When the time comes, I imagine he'll have planned the most spectacular night a girl could have, and he'll propose. We'll get married in a big church with lots of guests and lots and lots of cake; of course I'll be wearing the most beautiful wedding dress money can buy. We will be very happy. For our honeymoon we'll backpack Europe, a dream of mine.
We'll settle down eventually, and have two or three children; he'll sit by my side as I go through more pain than I thought I could bear. He'll go to work as I do laundry, cook for the kids, clean up after the kids, play with the kids, and keep the dog out of the cat's litterbox. I'll kiss every boo-boo and prepare organic food every night.
Our kids will grow up and one by one leave the house. Feeling a lack of purpose, I'll start volunteering more and dressing up the dog. At some point and time our kids will bring home kids, and our hair will start to gray. We'll get to the point where we're doing good if we remember each other's names.
I mean, isn't that what it's all about?
Over and out.
Love, C
Video of the Day:
(This IS what it's all about.)
Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my really awesome mom. She's a sweetheart and I don't know what I'd do without her.
I spent my childhood in a conservative neighborhood. I'm a pastor's kid. I don't get into much trouble.
But one of these days, I'll show them.
That I am a rebel. (cue dramatic music).
What will I do, when I am a rebel?
I'm glad you asked.
First thing on my list is to get this haircut:
I've always wanted a pixxie-ish haircut but was always too scared to try it. When I am a rebel, I will get this haircut. I don't care if boys like girls with long hair. Screw boys.
Secondly, I will get a tattoo.
I've always wanted one, despite having a very low pain tolerance. My uncle's a tattoo artist, and a good one at that, maybe I'll get a discount.
Thirdly, I will get a cat.
Cats are practically the symbols of rebelling and are cute to boot! My cat and I will get along swimmingly and live happily ever after.
I've run out of rebellious ideas.What would you do?
Over and out.
Love, Cailin
Video of the Day:
It has nothing to do with my topic, but I like the song. So yeah.
Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my sophomore girls and guys in Singin' in the Rain! Y'all did a great job, I give ya props.
Home is defined as where one lives permanently. For someone who has moved a lot in her life, I feel like that isn't true for me, cause I haven't lived anywhere permanently. Home is that place that gives you warm fuzzies, the place where you go to when you're upset, the place that is filled of stories about you and what Little You was like. And there are quite a few of those places for me. I mean...let's just walk through that a little.
I lived in four different towns in Arkansas. The one I spent the most time in is Fort Smith, Arkansas. I remember playing soccer at a park there. I remember playing games in a grove. Everytime I visit there, I drive past old schools and old hangout places.
I lived in Virginia Beach, and it grew on me. It was that awk middle school age, but I made two or three really good friends there that I still talk to years later. I would love to just stand on the beach and listen to the seagulls for a while.
Never my home. HATED living there.
Sigh, my last residence. Fell in love with theater and frozen yogurt while living there. I miss it a lot, the food, the people, the weather (compared to here!), and the again the people. I loved going on a walk and running into like five friends. I didn't want to leave Cincinnati.
I wonder what I will write about this place.
Over and out!
Love,
Cailin
Video of the Day:
This song kinda inspired this post.
Shoutout of the Day:
To a friend of mine who is having a rough time. I'm praying for ya. Cailin
So, this has nothing to do with Valentine's Day because Valentine's Day is my birthday therefore it can do no wrong. This is just a Cailin's-gonna-rant-and-hope-nobody-sees-this-post-that-I-know. Let us begin.
Once upon a time, I like a person. So I try to act cool, tell myself I don't like him, and remind myself every couple minutes that ninety percent of teen relationships don't work out. He probably likes someone with bigger tits than mine. While this thought process is successful, it's only successful for a short time.
I then decide the best thing to do is hide my feelings and not accept the fact that I like him.
Thusly, I take a metaphorical shovel and dig a great big metaphorical hole and bury all those feelings in the bottom of my heart. And I refuse to let myself fantasize about any sort of 'us.' This is a very effective, if not emotionally draining method. So effective actually, that I don't notice when it quits working. It quits working:
When I blush or try to get said male to laugh.
When I look at facebook pictures and his face is the first one I see.
When encounters with said male are the highlights of my day.
When he smiles and I get these butterflies.
Damn those butterflies.
When I get to the point where I am tired, a tad hormonal, and emotionally kaput, I realize the fact for what it is. That I like this individual. And he probably doesn't like me back.
So I let my heart break and it whithers up and I just sit in a ball wondering why God made people, and why I'm not a hermit. And I vow never to find myself attracted in a romantic fashion to any individual.
I'll let you imagine how effective that is.
Over and out.
Love,
C
Video of the Day:
Warning, I found this song relatable but depressing as all get out. Listen at your own risk.
Shoutout of the Day: To my boys who had a gig I couldn't go to. I'm sorry. One of these days one of us will be filthy rich and will have the means to transport me to see y'all. I love my big brothers.:)
Well for one thing, my dad left. He came into town to celebrate Christmas with us and he had to leave today...
Two, school is starting soon and I have a ton of homework that I haven't even contemplated starting on (consisting of a script, an eight page paper, and a mountain of chemistry homework). Oh the joys of being a major procrastinator.
And with school starting. It makes me think about the fact that I auditioned for Singin' in the Rain and didn't get past callbacks...again. I don't know, maybe I should just, give up on school theater. Maybe I should try and find some guild. Because I LOVE THEATER. It's a major passion of mine, it makes all my bad things dissappear. But, I, didn't get into the musical...that I thought I would be in...not even a big part, just in.
When I saw the cast list, I was just like, OK, move on. I have free time to get a job, we're good. So I applied to be a starbucks barista. I have not heard back from them either.
None of this is a self esteem boost.
So I got crazy.
I bought a guitar. I'd been contemplating buying a guitar for a long time, but I started actively looking and pursuing it. The thing that made my search more difficult than others is the fact that I was looking for a left-handed guitar. I googled models, called up an uncle who knew what he was talking about, and walked into a guitar store to see if they had any left handed guitars I was looking for.
And thanks be to God they had two! I kinda felt like I didn't belong in the store since I had no clue what I was doing, but one of the two was the exact one I wanted: A pretty Ibanez acoustic electric. It felt right. Next day I made a tad ridiculous account withdrawal and bought my guitar.
So I have a guitar. That happened. And I haven't told many people. I kinda want it to be my quiet thing till I know what I'm doing. And, the thing about the guitar is I don't have to audition to enjoy it. You just get started, it all depends on you, no one else.
And I apologize, the picture thing isn't working on this blog, so this blog came without pictures. I sorry...
SO usually I do some resolutions and think I'm gonna commit to them and then two weeks later I'm ridden with guilt cause I haven't raised a finger to do anything on the list I wrote down. I've resolved this year to not make resolutions.
I'm just gonna try and strenghten my friendships and be more of myself around people. And I'm sorry my posts have been so short recently, I have had no time to think or process anything. Which is partly these kids' faults.
Internet, meet Zadak and Briah. They are beautiful.
Over and out. Love, Cailin
Video of the Day:
This guy is brilliant.
Shoutout of the Day:
Whoever told me mountain lions roam around here. You know who you are. I look behind me now, I refuse to be eaten by a lion. Come at me cat. On second thought, JK please just stay up in the mountains eating rams and lost souls.
So I watched Les Miserables on stage and it was three hours of absolute beauty...and and goodness. And as everyone knows, it has come out in theaters and I want to see it, but I'm afraid it's not going to be good. AND I REALLY REALLY WANT IT TO BE GOOD CAUSE HUGH JACKMAN IS IN IT.
Anywho, that's all I got today.
Over and out. Love, Cailin
So I've been pretty awful when it comes to posting content and I am very sorry about that.
It's just there's so much time that is taken up when you move.
Forreals.
So, yeah. MOVING ON.
Things I am Thankful for (in no particular order):
1. My family. I would be completely lost without them. I love them dearly and can't imagine life without them.
2. My friends and mentors. I'm talking about friends I've made in every state I've been in. I LOVE Y'ALL. My life would be absolutely dull and sad without you.
3. My cat, Cimber. I didn't like cats much before meeting you. Now, I welcome cats with open arms, and it's all cause of you. You sexy beast.
5. My small group. Over the years, I have had many great small groups. However, this group has been a bit like family, and they have made this move much smoother than it might've been without. For example, when they heard my mom didn't plan on having a baby shower, they threw one for her! I think they're wonderful.
6. My opportunities. As a middle class American, I am blessed for a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I am also given the privilege of going to a decent school. And I can go to church without being persecuted for it.
So yeah. That's all. Happy holidays!
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
Video of the Day:
I found this thought-provoking.
Shoutout of the Day:
I found this awesome blogger who posts as infrequently as I do! She's hilarious. Check her out!
And well...would you like to hear what happened that week?
Thought you would.
That Friday afterschool my dad came and picked me and my sibs up from my mom's. This sounds pretty normal, but considering I hadn't seen him in seven months; it didn't feel normal, it felt surreal. We hung out, we talked, we laughed, we caught up on what each other was doing in each our lives' and we laughed some more. It was good.
On Wednesday, he dropped us off and we headed to this Halloween/Harvest Festival thing at my church. I didn't really dress up, I wore a Green Lantern shirt and jeans, because I'm classy like that. I ran into my friends and we hung out and helped out and hung out some more. Then the group I was hanging out with was sweet enough to invite me to go to Village Inn (pie place/restaurant) with them. I talked my parents into letting me go and then we were off! And I had a lot of fun, I hadn't gone out with any friends since July...it was a breath of fresh air.
Thursday my family and I drove up to a mountain cabin that belonged to some friends of ours and let me tell you: mountains are pretty, but they hurt. I had a monster of a headache, and just felt, terrible.They had a sign on the wall that said, "The closer you are to the mountains, the closer you are to heaven." Well, God knows I'm a sinner. In spite of it all, I enjoyed myself, but I'm a city girl at heart.
SO YEAH. That was what I was up to.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin Rogers
Video of the Day:
Shoutout of the Day: Well nothing big today, I was just having an absolutely awful day and a friend of mine was sweet enough to stop and give me a hug. It made my day. And I thought one of my friends was transferring to another school, but he's not, so that is lovely. That's all folks!
I have to go to my hipster small group (that is how it will be referred to from this moment forward). And before that I have to finish my chemistry because I HAVE to have a good grade in that class. Goodness life is stressful.
Anywho I got a lot of views on my last post, YAY!! So thanks guys, feel free to comment on any of my posts and post them on facebook or twitter. Kay cool, bye. Over and out!
Yours, Cailin
You know those annoying people that just bump into things and leave their stuff everywhere?
I have a confession to make.
I, Cailin Rogers, plead guilty in the incident in which I forgetfully left my purse at Noodles and had to go back right before they closed to retrieve said item.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I did not pay attention to my doting mother's instructions and accidentally made a whole pot of decaf when she only wanted two cups.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I was not paying full attention and my phone took a swim in the family washer.
I sneak nutella out of the jar too. I'm doing it right now actually. Oh, I'm a naughty naughty child. Sigh...
Anyways, the point of this post is not to beat myself up about all of my accidents and mistakes, if I never made any, I'd have no stories to tell. I wanted to talk about the day after Saturday. Can anyone guess what that day is? ....SUNDAE! (btdubbs misspelled that on purpose, I am somewhat aware of how to spell days of the week).
Now you're quieting your applause, and a few of you are sarcastically asking me, Cailin, where the expletive are you going with this? Calm down child, I'm getting there. Sunday is actually my favorite day of the week. Sure you have to scramble to finish all your homework, and you have that preMiserableMonday feeling in the pit of your stomach, but I actually love Sundays.
First, I go to church in the morning, *cough* goody two shoes *cough choke* we serve donuts yo, come at us bro. At church I get to drink coffee, hug people, and hang out with them and just, be myself, (which that whole being yourself thing might not make sense to you, but if you ever meet me in person, I totes will enlighten you) which is completely refreshing.
Second, I get to just chill and hang out with my awesome family. Sometimes it's going out to eat or playing at a park. Sometimes it's just everybody looking at each other and then saying "NAPTIME" in unison. It's good stuff.
Third, I go to a small group that's a bunch of families that have decided to live life together, and lemme tell you, it's pretty cool. I have some really solid friends there so I enjoy going and doing something I've never done before, because I don't know a single small group that's done this style before. So yeah, I like my hipster small group.
And that is all folks I hope you have a good day and-WAIT ALMOST FORGOT VIDEO AND SHOUTOUTS.
Video of the Day:
I figured it semi-correlated with my theme, right? Right.
Shoutouts of the Day: I would like to give a shoutout to the people at my lunch table. THAT'S RIGHT GUYS, CAILIN IS NO LONGER A LONER. WOOT. WOOT. You guys rock. And two, I would like to give a shoutout to whoever has complimented my pink rain boots, I kind of love the idea of standing out, and wearing rain boots in Colorado seems to be the ticket. I wear the footwear I wear for you people! Oh, goodness...
Kay so today was one of those Miserable Mondays...those icky yucky life really sucks kinda days. So since I had one of those days, I wanted to give tips on how you can avoid letting Mr. Miserable Monday suck you down.
1. Fun food. You know you had a terrible day, treat yourself! Whether it's nutella or animal crackers, give yourself a little indulgence.
2. Friends. If you have them, call them up and set up a hangout.
3. Music. Listen to happy music. Psychology says we have a tendency to cheer up when our music is cheery.
4. Youtube and MLIA. Find some vloggers you like that you will enjoy. And MLIA? Well, I'll let you find that one out for yourself.
So yeah...DFTBA!
Video of the Day:
Shoutout of the Day:
I would just like to shoutout to a guy I ran into like literally thirteen times today in the span of five minutes. It was awkward for me as well....see you tomorrow.
My dear beautiful readers, we have spoken of my love for theater. My insatiable, unhealthy love for the world of performing arts, yes, I believe we spoke of such. (For those who are not theatrically inclined, I will not judge if you close out of this blog and go look up videos of cats on Youtube instead. I like cats.)
Well this past week I decided to audition for a nine person show at my (relatively new) school. So did 120 others...so naturally, I'm freaking out, how am I gonna do this? After taking multiple deep breaths, I decided on a monologue I already semi-remembered and had already used as an audition piece.
I began my D-day (audition day) like any other day, tell myself to not worry and move on, and for a time it works. Then as the day progresses, that advice loses it's charm and my stress snowballs. The school bell rings, I'm tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, it's like I've had 4 Red Bulls. Nope, just bout to audition.
I go to an area where it seems many theatrical folks are about to audition. I begin fill out a form and have a pang of homesickness. I miss my theater family... What accent can you perform? Southern. Any special talents? Southern charm. And I can make sweet tea as well.
Turn in the form, I have a good twenty minutes before my appointment. Meandering, I hear people laughing in a room that looks disorganized enough to be a theater classroom. Here goes nothing... I walk in; someone's performing their monologue. I hang back. Once noticed, I say hi, give my name. They ask me to do my monologue which I have NOT practiced. Here goes nothing AGAIN...sure...
My fingers are tingling, my foot itches to tap again. First impressions are important, and I wanted to impress these strangers. I perform. Surprisingly, they laugh (it is a funny monologue). And surprisingly, I did a good job. One says it's the best they've seen. I blush, been awhile since I heard that. Well, it's time to step up to the plate and batter up chica, so go do what you only do best.
My audition time.I walk up to the stage where a bright spotlight is shining. My heart is working overtime like it's boss is over its shoulder. Just walk up the steps, stare into the blinding light. And for a moment, I am home. Then I say my slate and begin my monologue.
It's a beautiful experience when for the first time in an audition, you semi-confidently speak your piece with eloquence and during the entire monologue you're thinking, 'Wow, I'm doing a good job.' The director laughs at the right parts, my confidence builds. Once I'm finished he says, "Hey can you do this more of an inner rage version than passive aggressive?" You betcha. After the first couple lines, I kinda just went improv. And he laughs again. He asks a few more questions, I answer them as wittingly as possible and leave.
Afterwards, I feel surreal. I am so pleased with myself. I realize, I don't even care if I make it into the show (which is good cause I didn't) I was so proud of what I did.
So yeah..I got callbacks, one out of 36 and did a couple cold reading skits, which was fun. One required me meditating, and since I've never meditated, I just pulled a meditating pose and sang the first part of the Lion King. (The Nawn NaPHWEN YA lalaleelosoPA bit.) Only the front row could hear me, and they were cracking up, which made everyone think they were weird cause they had no clue what was so funny about my serious meditation.
So yeah...didn't make the cut, but I still enjoyed myself.
Video of the Day:
A reward for those who read all of this instead of skipping to cat vids.
Shoutout of the Day: I was feeling a wee bit self conscious after callbacks, wandering how I did and such, and two people took time out of their day to tell me I did a really good job. And that made my day. So thanks guys. :)
Hey guys! I have been kind of swamped with all of the crap I've had to do lately, so bear with me, I'll try to roll in the content more often.
Anywho, I wrote a piece in my AP Language class and had to post it on this blog page and all that jazz for a grade. So far it has 0 likes, 0 comments, 22 views and counting. People are viewing it, but no comment. So, it means A: my essay was too ballsy for some people, or B: people are too lazy, or even C: not enough people know me in that class so they don't know how I would respond to commentation. Whatever. Thought I'd show you what I wrote, I'm quite proud of it.
The Taboo that Kills
by Cailin Rogers
What can you do in twenty-six seconds? Can you tie your shoes, throw
a grape in the air and catch it, post a witty tweet? Time seems to rush
so fast, twenty-six seconds seem miniscule on a grand scale. But every
twenty-six seconds someone is forced into sex slavery. Trapped in the
worst of terrors, an unimaginable number of people are forced into the
sex trafficking business.
Oops.
Sorry, I forgot I am not supposed to talk about those kinds of
things with my young impressionable peers. Some of you might cringe,
some scroll onto a different article, because honestly nobody likes to
read about this topic; you want to read something satirical and comedic.
My sincerest apologies, but I’ve stood toe to toe with sex-trafficking
and we’ve given each other a good looking over. Neither of us like what
we see.
We all have a different exposure to sex-trafficking. My story of
exposure isn’t even mine, but needs to be shared. Once upon a time
there was a girl named Shaniya Davis. This beautiful black girl was
reported missing by her school and people started looking for her. She
was found, luckily. In a garbage bin…in a trash bag…dead. It was
discovered that she was raped to death, sold by her parents who were
assumed to be loving and caring, for drugs.
Shaniya Davis was five years old. She had just started kindergarten.
This story played out in where I was living at the time,
Fayetteville, NC, the armpit of America. We were in an uproar, how could
this happen? This shouldn’t and couldn’t happen to five year olds! But
that was before it came to my attention that five year olds are sold
every day to be raped by big scary men. In fact, nowadays three year
olds are really in.
This is bad. I don’t even think I need to tell you that. But that’s not the worst bit.
The worst bit is that there are millions of Americans who are
quite a bit like you and me are. Privileged. Now, you may be thinking,
um Cailin, I’m not privileged, I don’t have the iPhone 5. You have a
roof over your head, food in your belly, and you are relatively safe.
You are privileged. Anyways, there are millions of you and me out
there, and what do the vast majority of us do about this increasing
issue?
Ignore it. Pretend it doesn’t happen.
Today, I challenge you. Challenge you to fight the apathy that
has invaded America and my generation in particular. Don't go all 'I'm
only one person' on me, for godsakes, Gandhi quit eating and he stopped a
civil war! I believe you have the skills to make a difference, and I
believe we as privileged owe it to the oppressed to hold out our hand
for them to grasp. Think, then do. NOTE: I work with an anti-sex trafficking
organization based in Australia (because Aussies are in fact, aussome).
If you want to make a difference with this issue Destiny Rescue has multiple options to assist you on the matter .
You know, before I quit my job and left my school of two years, I had a few friends. I didn't have to worry about trying to find an obscure place to sit in, where I will get the minimum amount of stares. I have to worry about that now...
This sucks more than anything in the world because I have very fond memories of lunches consumed at school. I have a lovely freshman friend that ate lunch with me for about a week; he then informed me not to worry if I didn't see him, for he is in 'desperate need of friends.'Cool.
I didn't really have a plan for this post, maybe just complain to the world how much it sucks to be me right now. How much I hate these feelings of insecurity, have to tell myself, no Cailin they're not speaking to you because they-, they-, there's nothing wrong with you. You are not the problem.
And something that hurts even more is that at my old school, I didn't let anybody be lonely, I talked to everybody, if you looked alone, I asked if you wanted to join my table. This fact just makes it worse..
My sister is dealing with it just fine. She's an introvert, and she has this little hidey hole she goes to, and she doesn't talk to anybody unless she has to. I'm an extrovert. I hate doing this. I talk to everybody around me, and I have come to a conclusion. In the classroom, people are nice to me and talk to me because they're stuck there, but outside of the classroom people have their own agendas, and if your name isn't on one of them, sucks to suck.
Good Lord this is depressing. I'm done with this pity fest.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
So, if you haven't noticed, I've moved to Colorado. I've been here like, what, three weeks? Something like that. My first thoughts?
Colorado hurts.
I'm not even joking, since being here I've had headaches constantly, nosebleeds (which I don't think I've actually had pre-Colorado) and I can't even explain to you what it does to my sinuses, but let me tell you, God did NOT intend it.
Colorado is pretty.
I've never lived in mountain country before, and it is really cool to see those bad boys up close and personal. And lastly,
I am homesick.
My fairly moderate social life has been terminated. I feel like a dinosaur walking around koalas. Not a pretty picture, eh? No, it's not.
So, as I have tried to make clear, I am a Christian.
And most days, people don't like Christians' opinions on things.
So it is rather messy to explain my feelings.
I am...not for homosexuality. I do not and will not propagate it. With that said, it's time I talk about what I AM for.
I am for treating people like the individuals that they are. It is not okay that you should protest vulgarly against somebody and how they feel. You shouldn't call them names, didn't your mamma tell you to treat others the way you wanted to be treated?
I am for respecting others. Respect. It's the one thing we all grab for. Another cliche, you have to give to get. Respect others beliefs, ideas, opinions. It would make the world a better place.
I am for standing up for what you believe in. It's the fundamentals that made America, AMERICA. However, do it tactfully. Tastefully. In a way that makes you classy and professional. Makes people go, "Hey, that guy has a point." Cause if you're not going to do it that manner, just don't do it all.
The back to school commercials are back on. I am going to be a junior this year, and frankly, I'm scared as heck.
I am going to be starting my junior year in a new school, in a different state. I am going to be juggling school, (which I have to excel in) theater, (my zone) work, (so I can afford what I do) and a volunteering gig (one, cause I like doing it and it helps others, two, for college). Not being the greatest juggler and a great procrastinator, this is a little hard on the brain to process.
And besides all of that, I am scared about school, will I be accepted? Will people join the Cailin bandwagon or the anti-Cailin bandwagon? And they expect me to get stuff done around here...
