Wednesday, May 27

A Moment For Quiet Memory

Today I received news that my Spanish teacher's daughter was killed in a car accident. A storm the previous night made the road slick and she lost control, running into a cement wall. I never personally had the chance to know her, but she was one of my brother's closest friends. He tells me she was a bright, cheery person who could bring a smile to anyone's face. She was planning to be a missionary to South America in the near future.

It's times like these that we want to ask why. Why does God call home those of us who seem to be on a path for His glory? It's also times like these that we need to simply follow without any questions. Sometimes it's to show us just how small each of our lives are. Sometimes it's to remind us of God's infinite power. Sometimes there is no apparent answer just yet. We must simply accept His plan and trust that those that are no longer present here, are present with Him.

She may no longer be here with us, but she won't be forgotten by those who knew her.

Here's to Peace, Love & Malarie
~ Lola

Here is the link to the news article for more information involving the accident:
http://www.pnj.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=200990526009

Thursday, May 21

It Is NOT Called Running Away

I hate YouTube. I hope to be on American Idol someday. It's a dream. I think it's possible, I mean, people have said I sing nicely. So I thought, hey, maybe it'd be nice to get some constructive criticism. Unfortunately, the people on said site are either 1] naturally rude, 2] immature and annoying in real life as well, 3] took stupid pills, or maybe all three. They say comments like "ur ugly and i can sing wayyyy bettr than you. in fact my sister can sing better and shes 4".

I'm a bit quick-tempered, so my first response would be the following.

"Firstly, learn to type. Secondly, I'd love to see you actually be brave enough to put a video of yourself up for open comment. Thirdly, read the other comments. And lastly, use a bit of tact next time, jerk."

I'm sure there are alot of others out there who would say that too, or possibly even worse than that. But it's then that one must consider the consequences of said action. It would not affect the other person in the least, I'm positive. It would also bring you to their level. Tossing insult for insult accomplishes little. Most importantly, what kind of witness would that be?

The alternate route is much less rewarding at the moment, but will definitely make you feel better overall, and the best part is it leaves the other person totally confused. When someone says something totally rude and tactless, the proper response is as follows.

"No need to be quite so blunt, but thank you for your input. You might wish to be more careful how you word things. I enjoy singing, and still intend to pursue it, regardless of whether or not your four year old sister can sing better. God bless you, have a nice day. :)"

Trust me, they'll sit there trying to figure out why you're being nice to them for at least a good few minutes before writing you off as strange, and quite often leaving you alone. Plus, it'll make you sound far more mature, and at the end of the day, you will feel far better about what you said.

So even if it's hard to get the words out, get them out there and just walk away. Note that it's not running away -it's slow, deliberate walking.

In other news, I'm getting blond highlights in my hair today. Fun, fun!

Here's to Peace, Love, & Using Tact
~ Lola

P.S. I got inspiration for this post from recent comments on my YouTube videos and KJ-52's song "I Won't Ever Stop" Just in case you wanted to know that.

Monday, May 11

Long Days, Longer Nights, Waiting Makes the Time Go By...

In other words, I've been bored as of late. I'm waiting for the next 22 days to pass. Then I get my cast removed and can play my guitar again. In the unwanted break, I have been able to write two new songs so I can have something new to play at least.

I'm sorry I haven't written for a while. Our ballet showcase is next weekend and the dances are still being changed and two of the other dancers haven't been to class for a few weeks. We've been extending rehearsals and scheduling last minute run-throughs of our four dances. We took out the fifth one because we weren't prepared for it.

In my personal life, I've been doing quite a bit of drawing lately, both with my tablet and also with my drawing notebook. It's enjoyable, and I'm finding several new techniques, but I'm afraid I'm no good at drawing in the first place, so the techniques aren't going to do any good.

In even less related news, Relient K's new CD will be called "Forget And Not Slow Down", or at least that's what seems to be official. I'm slightly worried that I may not like it, simply because everybody seems to be changing their sound lately and they're the one band who definitely didn't need to change anything. If I in fact, don't like it, I'm in a strange predicament, because I just framed a 24x36 poster of them and put it up in my bedroom. Oh the things I spend birthday money on.

In yet less-on-topic news, I'm very close to finishing Phantom Hourglass. I almost got to the 5th level of the Ocean King's Temple before I got killed by a phantom. It's relatively hard to play with only one hand.

Now that I took you on a whirlwind trip through the last nine days of my life, I'll leave you to unscramble the randomness.

Here's To Peace, Love, & Catching Up
~Lola

Saturday, May 2

I Refuse To Do The Limbo

I'm in pain. Not the deep emotional hurt that sometimes clouds my view, but the literal ache in my left wrist. So forgive any typos.

We defied the rules yesterday and went roller skating. The people who run the place are so far out of touch with reality that they didn't know what the swine flu was. It was a blast except for a few things. Firstly, one of my friends ditched me for playing a board game with her boyfriend. Secondly, of my song mix, the DJ played a total of 6 songs, preferring instead to play the chicken dance and the cha-cha slide. And thirdly, the limbo. I was determined to not do it. Who in their right mind would? Nobody in attendance could skate worth a gumdrop. But the DJ literally grabbed my arm and dragged me to the limbo bar and made me go under it. I let my weight slip back a bit and my feet started sliding out in front. To break my fall, I put out my left hand. Wrong move. I didn't cry, but it hurt like heck. Thank goodness it was at the end of the party. For the remainder of the night, I just put ice on it and moved on. I even slept on it, on the floor mind you, and put up with it. This morning my hand went numb when I moved my wrist. It jerked strangely when I moved it and it was impossible to turn it palm-up. I asked my father to look at it since he's a nurse, and he drove me to the hospital where an x-ray revealed a fracture on one side and a buckled bone on the other. In short: I have a broken wrist. I'm in a sling with a splint at the moment. Once it stops swelling, I'll have to get a cast on it.

So, guess what? I don't get to do recital. Crushed is an understatement. I wanted to do this so bad...I've never missed a recital yet. I cried on the way home from the hospital. There were alot of people coming or wanting to see it via DVD. And now I've let them all down. If it weren't for the Skittles I'm currently eating, I'd say I hate my life right now. To anybody reading this that I let down, I'm sorry.

Here's To Peace, Love, & Not Doing The Limbo On Roller Skates,
~Lola