http://test.personality-project.org/
Here are my scores (if you are interested)
http://test.personality-project.org/survey/yourscores.php?G=2&Y=21&A=5.7&O=4&E=4.1&S=3.1&C=4&M=0
Love you.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Ridiculous
Warning: This is a blog about ME. (selfishness to the max) I just needed to write.
So, it has been a ridiculously long time since I've written a blog. I guess I feel if nothing drastic or major is happening, I don't need to write because who is going to care? Well, oh well. I wanted to write a new one. I guess a lot of stuff has happened since the last post. My feelings about LOVE have not changed. In fact, they have grown and I wish "LOVE" could be a major in college or grad school.
I've helped lead two Disciple-Now weekends, went to a "LIVE LOVE" conference hosted by StudentLife that was absolutely amazing, went on a college retreat with incredibly incredible people, and today, sent off my first application for scholarships to grad school-Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary to be specific. Who knows what God will have me study if I go there but I'm excited! (www.sebts.edu)
I have very mixed emotions and I won't blame them on being female. I'm just an incredibly emotional person. I cry at Extreme Makeover-Home Edition and I cry when I laugh too hard. I think that's a good thing. I have self-diagnosed myself with "SAD"-Seasonal Affective Disorder. (http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/seasonal-affective-disorder/DS00195) It makes sense with me. Although I love the cold weather (sometimes), winter is usually not my friend. Anyway, despite that, I'm just emotional. I cry when other people cry, I laugh when other people laugh, I hurt when others hurt, and I rejoice when others rejoice. So, what's wrong with that? Some people think it's mood swings like bi-polar or something but I just think it's so I can connect with others more easily or they can connect with me. Is that weird? I'm just emotional...not dramatic. Emotional.
I think I'm changing a lot. I used to think that I was independent and didn't really need anybody but day after day I would prove myself wrong. I was really clingy, attached, and got upset when I thought people didn't want to hang out with me. I took things WAY too personally. Recently, that hasn't been such an issue. I really hope this stays like this. I mean, it's not completely gone away (my clinginess and attachment issues and stuff) I know I need people but I don't want to fully depend on them...because I know I can't. There's only One who I can depend on and I'm truly hoping and praying that this is His way of helping me realize and accept this truth. If I do move somewhere where I don't know anyone, I'll need all of Him that I can get.
Graduation is in 37 days. Whoa. Speaking of mixed emotions, I'm ecstatic and sad. I'll miss not having as many responsibilities and being able to take random road trips and late night at Denny's and hanging out and talking to Jenny and other friends. I'll miss my friends...alot. Especially the ones that are going off and gettin' hitched. That'll be completely different. I know their spouses and they are super awesome but everything is definitely going to be MUCH different. And I'm not that big of a fan of change. Oh well. It's inevitable.
According to the folks that went on the college retreat (and myself), I have 37 days to find the love of my life, a job, and a place to live. Yup. 37. That's 888 hours. That's 53,280 minutes. That's 3,196,800 seconds.
I better get going.
Monday, January 12, 2009
love
LOVE
noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing.
–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7. sexual intercourse; copulation.
8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.
–verb (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).
17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
20. to have sexual intercourse with.
–verb (used without object)
21. to have love or affection for another person; be in love.
—Verb phrase
22. love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets.
—Idioms
23. for love,
a. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
b. without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.
24. for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.
25. in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.
26. in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.
27. make love,
a. to embrace and kiss as lovers.
b. to engage in sexual activity.
28. no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers.
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I used to think "love" was something that came so easily to me. I love "love." Especially unconditional love. It is the one thing that can always make me happy, no matter what. Love seems to have healing powers like nothing else. But recently, due to some "self-realization time" and also trying to see others around me for what they really are, love is hard. Just plain hard. Love scares me. Love makes me excited. Love hurts me. It is crazy how one thing, one word, one emotion, one feeling can do all that and more. "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Do you really believe that? Do you think that the heartache that could possibly last a lifetime is worth it for a couple of years of love? I'm actually still struggling with what I think about this. I don't want to be one of those bitter-towards-love people because I really do believe "love covers a multitude of sins." Although some people are of course easier to love than others, we are supposed to love everyone. We don't necessarily have to love them all in the same way. There's romantic love, friendship love, family love, etc...
Do me a favor. If you love someone, tell them. Show them. Remind them. It's one of the worst feelings in the world to not hear that you are loved, not be shown love, or to not feel loved.
My mind is going crazy right now. I'll write more later.
noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing.
–noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7. sexual intercourse; copulation.
8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.
14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.
–verb (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.
16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).
17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.
18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.
19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
20. to have sexual intercourse with.
–verb (used without object)
21. to have love or affection for another person; be in love.
—Verb phrase
22. love up, to hug and cuddle: She loves him up every chance she gets.
—Idioms
23. for love,
a. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
b. without compensation; gratuitously: He took care of the poor for love.
24. for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of: For the love of mercy, stop that noise.
25. in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion: a youth always in love.
26. in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea, occupation, etc.); enamored of: in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.
27. make love,
a. to embrace and kiss as lovers.
b. to engage in sexual activity.
28. no love lost, dislike; animosity: There was no love lost between the two brothers.
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I used to think "love" was something that came so easily to me. I love "love." Especially unconditional love. It is the one thing that can always make me happy, no matter what. Love seems to have healing powers like nothing else. But recently, due to some "self-realization time" and also trying to see others around me for what they really are, love is hard. Just plain hard. Love scares me. Love makes me excited. Love hurts me. It is crazy how one thing, one word, one emotion, one feeling can do all that and more. "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Do you really believe that? Do you think that the heartache that could possibly last a lifetime is worth it for a couple of years of love? I'm actually still struggling with what I think about this. I don't want to be one of those bitter-towards-love people because I really do believe "love covers a multitude of sins." Although some people are of course easier to love than others, we are supposed to love everyone. We don't necessarily have to love them all in the same way. There's romantic love, friendship love, family love, etc...
Do me a favor. If you love someone, tell them. Show them. Remind them. It's one of the worst feelings in the world to not hear that you are loved, not be shown love, or to not feel loved.
My mind is going crazy right now. I'll write more later.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Yes, it's controversial
Ok. I finally have some inspiration for a new blog. I'm a little excited. Some people may not like this blog or the ideas that I have shared in it but this is what it is. Here goes...
So, I don't have a problem with drinking...in moderation. I don't agree with "getting wasted" and I also don't think it's right to drink in front of or around people who struggle with alcohol and/or substance abuse. That's just asking for trouble. Anyway, I don't have a problem with having a drink or two every now and then. I do, however, have a problem when parents let their underage children (or children of age for that matter) have a wild and crazy party where everyone gets totally trashed and makes lots of stupid decisions. I also have a problem when most of the pictures I see of these parties on Facebook have the "mother" in the pictures getting just as wasted with the kids. Really? Is that really the example you want to set for your children? Do you want your kids to die before the age of 25 because of alcohol poisoning, drug overdose, car accident, etc? I really don't even know how to express my anger towards stuff like this. It's just plain stupid.
Whatever. It really saddens my heart to know that there are thousands of people out there who so desperately want to be parents and raise their children in a way that is glorifying to God and keep them as safe as possible until they are out on their own and then there are people like "this" who don't care what their kids do, who they hang out with, what they're putting into their bodies, and how they portray themselves. It's just sad.
I don't know what else to say. Dumb. It's just dumb.
So, I don't have a problem with drinking...in moderation. I don't agree with "getting wasted" and I also don't think it's right to drink in front of or around people who struggle with alcohol and/or substance abuse. That's just asking for trouble. Anyway, I don't have a problem with having a drink or two every now and then. I do, however, have a problem when parents let their underage children (or children of age for that matter) have a wild and crazy party where everyone gets totally trashed and makes lots of stupid decisions. I also have a problem when most of the pictures I see of these parties on Facebook have the "mother" in the pictures getting just as wasted with the kids. Really? Is that really the example you want to set for your children? Do you want your kids to die before the age of 25 because of alcohol poisoning, drug overdose, car accident, etc? I really don't even know how to express my anger towards stuff like this. It's just plain stupid.
Whatever. It really saddens my heart to know that there are thousands of people out there who so desperately want to be parents and raise their children in a way that is glorifying to God and keep them as safe as possible until they are out on their own and then there are people like "this" who don't care what their kids do, who they hang out with, what they're putting into their bodies, and how they portray themselves. It's just sad.
I don't know what else to say. Dumb. It's just dumb.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
New Blog
So, here's a new blog.
:)
Ok, I'll write more soon. I PROMISE. After Thursday, I will be smooth sailing!
:)
Ok, I'll write more soon. I PROMISE. After Thursday, I will be smooth sailing!
Monday, August 18, 2008
A New School Year and A Bad Attitude
So, this will be short and sweet until I once again receive the motivation to write this blog. The school year is about to start and I just feel blah. It's my senior year. I should be totally excited...maybe a little nervous and scared but excitement should be my main emotion. There are so many blessings that I have received so far. And I totally haven't forgotten about them. I didn't have to pay a dime this year for school and even had book money. I get to live with my awesome roommate again and our dorm is right beside the gym so that's cool. I got the classes I wanted, the times I wanted them, and the teachers I wanted. I have a job on campus and no Friday classes. I'm just blah.
...to be continued...
...to be continued...
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Hailstorms and Beach time
So, I've been meaning to write a blog for a while. Here goes.
The youth was supposed to go tubing on the French Broad River last Saturday. We got up there and the guy told us that we would have to get 3 four-person rafts because it would be too hard to tube down the river. So we agreed. Then, he told us that we had to get 1 four-person raft and 4 two-person duckies (inflatable kayaks). It started off great! We were going down the river, it was relaxing, and it seemed that everyone was having a good time. We would stop to swim or just hang out. Then, we started switching rafts around. Savanna, Bobbie Jo, and I got in the four-person raft and started back down the river. It started thundering and lightning pretty bad and I started to get freaked out. They didn't tell us what to do in case of "weather." Right when we pulled off to the side of the river to get out of the boat, it started pouring. We walk up a little path and stand under some trees. That probably wasn't the best idea but it was all we had. The rest of the group was further up the river. All of a sudden, it started hailing! Penny-sized. It was hilarious. They hurt but we were thirsty so we cupped our hands and started catching the hail and eating it. Nathan and Jon Michael got into some kind of plant that gave them a rash or something and it was really weird. Eli, Bryan, and I ate a burnt cheese pizza from K-mart for dinner and sat outside on some clearance patio furniture. We made it home safely and everyone seemed to have a good time, despite the lightning and hail and weird plant attack.
Now, I'm at the beach with the folks. We came down Sunday and are supposed to be leaving Saturday. I have an awesome bed that has a great view of the ocean. This morning, I layed in bed and watched the sunrise. It was so incredible. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get to hang out with Jenny and Millie since it's their day off and then tomorrow night we're going to see the Good Vibrations show that has 60's, 70's, and 80's music. That should be cool. Today, we went parasailing and I got to go twice because Dad needed someone to ride with and these 3 little kids from West Virginia were riding together and Mom didn't want to go again. We saw lots and lots of jellyfish but nothing else. Thursday, we're supposed to get up early and go out on the JetSkis to see dolphins. Tonight, I'll probably hang out with my friend, Sarah that lives down here.
I love the beach. I could totally live here. But I do miss people from home. They should be here, too.
Love You.
The youth was supposed to go tubing on the French Broad River last Saturday. We got up there and the guy told us that we would have to get 3 four-person rafts because it would be too hard to tube down the river. So we agreed. Then, he told us that we had to get 1 four-person raft and 4 two-person duckies (inflatable kayaks). It started off great! We were going down the river, it was relaxing, and it seemed that everyone was having a good time. We would stop to swim or just hang out. Then, we started switching rafts around. Savanna, Bobbie Jo, and I got in the four-person raft and started back down the river. It started thundering and lightning pretty bad and I started to get freaked out. They didn't tell us what to do in case of "weather." Right when we pulled off to the side of the river to get out of the boat, it started pouring. We walk up a little path and stand under some trees. That probably wasn't the best idea but it was all we had. The rest of the group was further up the river. All of a sudden, it started hailing! Penny-sized. It was hilarious. They hurt but we were thirsty so we cupped our hands and started catching the hail and eating it. Nathan and Jon Michael got into some kind of plant that gave them a rash or something and it was really weird. Eli, Bryan, and I ate a burnt cheese pizza from K-mart for dinner and sat outside on some clearance patio furniture. We made it home safely and everyone seemed to have a good time, despite the lightning and hail and weird plant attack.
Now, I'm at the beach with the folks. We came down Sunday and are supposed to be leaving Saturday. I have an awesome bed that has a great view of the ocean. This morning, I layed in bed and watched the sunrise. It was so incredible. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get to hang out with Jenny and Millie since it's their day off and then tomorrow night we're going to see the Good Vibrations show that has 60's, 70's, and 80's music. That should be cool. Today, we went parasailing and I got to go twice because Dad needed someone to ride with and these 3 little kids from West Virginia were riding together and Mom didn't want to go again. We saw lots and lots of jellyfish but nothing else. Thursday, we're supposed to get up early and go out on the JetSkis to see dolphins. Tonight, I'll probably hang out with my friend, Sarah that lives down here.
I love the beach. I could totally live here. But I do miss people from home. They should be here, too.
Love You.
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