God...Jesus...Deep thoughts...and Bananas....

SO.
I thought of something the other day.
Y'all know how I can discuss things like Doctor Who and Percy Jackson and Lord of the Rings and-yeah, you get the point- for hours?
And hours.
Seriously, I can see a banana and quote the Doctor, or make some reference to Star Wars on a daily basis.
And I was like, Why don't I get this excited about Jesus?
And BAM.
I was like :O Why don't I get this excited?
Because I never thought of it!
SO.
That's my personal challenge, mwahahaha.
Get super-dee-duper excited about God whenever I hear something about him.
Yeah, I don't know what I mean by this. But it sounds right.
If I can rant about my favorite characters falling into Tartarus or the freaking gorgeous soundtrack from LOTR, I can certainly rant about how FLIPPING AWESOME God is.
I mean, He freaking created the world.
In six days.
I can barely do my homework in six days.
Holy cow, imagine the creativity and epicness of that. Imagine being able to see that!! It makes  me want to be an angel.
He made bananas. ("Bananas are good. Good source of potassium.")
Oh my cow, he made up elephants. Just process that. He made up elephants. From scratch, just creating them out of His own pure ingenuity. And butterflies and roses and oceans and clouds and summer and grass and mistletoe and starfish and bumblebees and unicorns (yeah, they're in the Bible, smart one. Proof.) and languages and rainbows and cheetahs and fireflies and poppies and love and honey and chocolate and sugar and water and rain and the earth. He gave people hearts and minds and imaginations and thoughts and words and music - Heck, He literally created music. Not just putting the notes together and sound beautiful, he made that beauty  possible. 
He made books and TV shows and music and all that humanly possible.
Creativity. Talents. Imagination.
It's soooo amazing.
He gave David Tennant his hair and accent and facial expressions. Jennifer Lawrence her hilariousness and ability to make everyone love her, Rick Riordon his writing talent, Taylor Swift her voice.
Somewhere I heard that we worship the created as opposed to the Creator far too often.
Amen.
Guilty as charged.
It's weird thinking about how these talents and abilities are given by God and then realizing how much the abilities are abused.
Like let's face it, turn on the radio, start jamming to your favorite song, and seriously think about those lyrics.
I'm pretty sure they're not exactly, um, clean. >_>
But you listen anyways, because the music itself is good. Or popular, whichever.
Yep, I do it too. (Duh.) I have plenty of things I really like that I know aren't good. Music. Books. My issue with books is, um, this little thing called romance novels.
Here's the deal, I pick up a book that looks awesome, have an  interesting plot, usually fantasy/sci-fi, I read the first several chapters annnd....it all goes downhill from there.
Except I'm not a good girl who puts the book down because I know it's unhealthy. I'm stubborn. And usually curious. So I skim over and keep reading and reading. I'm a bibliophile. We don't just stop in the middle of a book.
But anyway.
Abused. Oh yeah!
Like, seriously, I think that Maroon 5 and the Script have some really good music. And they're actually pretty mild by the world's standards. But I don't let Mac and Kensi listen to that music because they still have mostly innocent little minds.
Mostly. *cough*
Hmm... Aha! Watch this video. (Messy Mondays Seven Problems With Modern Music. They make this so much more eloquent than me.)
Not only that, but God sent His Son to freaking die for those stupid, evil, wrong people He created. Even after they messed up so terribly.
They pushed him away and punished Him for their own mistakes.
I honestly don't know how you could love someone that much.
I can imagine myself dying for someone I loved, like my siblings.  But I cannot imagine having the one person I loved more than anyone else die to save someone, and watching it happen, not being able to do anything.
That was a bad sentence. >_> *rewrites*
I can't imagine watching the one person I loved more than anyone else die, not being able to save them. And not only are they dying, but they're being destroyed by the very people they came to save.
Well, that's a little clearer. But still bad. :P
Anyway.
How could God do that? How could He love anyone that much?
Yeah, I still don't know.
I just realized how completely rambled this post got.
Maybe I should back outlines for my posts to keep them more organized. But most of it's spur of the moment randomness, so that wouldn't really work.
OR I could just edit better. >_>
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Yeah, right.
M'kay, so I'll wrap it up by telling you to listen to this song. Make a Move by Royal Tailor. They played it at Winter Jam and I've loved it ever since. :) Besides, I did kinda rant about music in there.
And then go read the Door Within.
Because that's an epic book.
Allons-y!

Books

Books, books, bookity-books!!!! :D Am I the only one who gets irrationally excited when I walk into a library or bookstore? Just the thought of how many books I could be holding when I walk out, the delicious feeling of stories waiting to be read.... Ohh, yes, that thrills be and excites me. :D
Oh!! I just found a reading questionnaire.

Do you snack while you read?
More like I read while I snack... In other words, not really, but if I have food in front of me, I'll probably eat it.

What is your favorite drink while reading?
Tea. Or coffee. But usually tea.

Do you tend to mark up your books as you read, or does the thought of writing in books horrify you?
It horrifies me when it comes to novels and classics and other fun-reading books, but for study books or textbooks, it's okay...not preferable, but not as bad.

Do you mark your place while reading a book?
I try...usually my bookmark falls out or a sibling *cough* takes it out in spite. -_-

Fiction, non-fiction, or both?
Fiction for the most part. Like 97% of the time, and then non-fiction for the other three percent.

Are you the type of person to throw a book across the room or on the floor if the author irritates you?
Yes!!! Yeah, that's why Inheritance is so beat up...

If you come across an unfamiliar word, do you look it up right away?
Eh... If I'm on the Kindle, yes. Other than that, no.

What are you currently reading?
The Power of Six, by Pittacus Lore, and The Shifter, by Janice Hardy. And Romeo and Juliet for school.

What is the last book you bought?
I think that was Insurgent, by Veronica Roth. SUUUUUCH a good book.

Do you have a favorite time/place to read?
Yep, at night, when it's raining, curled up in the chair. But I'll read anywhere and everywhere.

Do you prefer series books or stand alones?
Either. Ending a series is a lot sadder.

Is there a specific book you find yourself recommending over and over?
The Percy Jackson series, The Hunger Games, Divergent.

How do you organize your books?
Hahahahahahahhahaha....no.

That's about it. xD I got the questions from a blog that no longer exists.
And now I should socialize...

Freewrites

One of my favorite types of writing is freewriting. Freewrites are, for those of you who don't know, stories written within a time limit based on a prompt. The prompt is usually a sentence or two, or a picture. Of course, they're NOT very good, and they're short, usually dark, and end in suspense/the main character dying. But they're fun to write, and they're fast. For example:

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The prompt: The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill.

The story:

The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill. One obviously a young woman, her silhouette elegant and queenly. Another a warrior, fierce and strong. A boy, the light revealing a wise, mature face. And lastly, a girl, dressed in the clothes of a servant. How the four came together, and how their story continues from here, I will tell you. That is what storytellers do, no?
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Lady Louise curtsied, her grace in every gesture. The party was full of nobles, royalty and courtiers. But Louise's mind was far off, deep in one of the books she loved.
Sir Eric stood in a corner of the party, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.  He was wary, almost distant, in conversation, but watchful and careful. Danger was near that night.
Larkin laid another tray of food on the long table, daring to glance around the room. Her pen would retrace it all later. Three people caught her eye. The Lady Louise, a strange knight, and a boy.
Trestin's bright blue eyes widened as he stepped into the large hall. It was his first big party, and he wanted to see everything.
Until...
A crash came from the kitchen. Larkin turned to it. That was no little kitchen spill. That was the unmistakable clash of weapons.  Larkin's heart raced. They couldn't have found her, not after all she did to hide.
Sir Eric drew his sword at the first sound of battle. His boots made little noise as he raced across the marble floor. He couldn't let them get away. Not with revenge do close.
Louise instinctively reached for her hidden knife. "Who..." she murmured, but it was a question she knew the answer to.  "No." she whispered, as if it would do something, stop her fears from happening before her eyes.
Trestin heard it all. He pulled out his long knife and followed the knight, his curiosity replacing common sense.
If only the boy had known what that small action would start.

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I wrote that a while back for a freewrite party. Oh! I forgot to explain the parties. In short, it's a group of people who all get on Skype at a specified time and do a couple rounds of freewrites. I love them, because I love how we all interpret  the prompt differently and have different styles and ideas. :D