Arabian Jesus.

• Why is it soooo hard to picture Jesus like he probably actually was?




• Have you ever seen a picture of a dark complected Jesus with Arabic qualities?




• I most certainly have not. I have seen pictures of ginger Jesi, cleanly shaved Jesi, Norwegian Jesi, but never a Middle Eastern Jesus.




• What is this???




• Yes, I realize that this is Jesus Christ, our Savior! Son of God the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth! But do we have to act like he was something he's not?




• Okay, Jesus is, like, everything. Can we agree on that? He's pretty much a straight up baller.


• But, seriously, guys, he was Arabic.




• Let's face it, he probably even had a unibrow.




• It's not like they had the facial hair grooming tools we have today.




• Isaih 53:1 ish says, "There was in Him no stately bearing to make us look at Him. No appearance that would attract us to Him. He was rejected and avoided by men."




• There was in Him no stately bearing to make us look at Him.




• No appearance that would attract us to him.




• He was rejected and avoided by men.




• Yet, most of the Jesi I have seen look like they could double as Abercrombie models.




• I don't really know what to make of this, I just wanted to talk about it.




• Think about it.




• You don't want to be surprised when/if you get to heaven & you're looking for Jesus but instead keep pestering ex-Abercrombie models.




• That would be embarassing.




• Peace, love, & Jesus.






• Chrissy

Spring Play2011

I MADE SHIRTS.

I do this when I'm procrastinating.

It's an illness.

I think you should vote on which you like best.

It's for a good cause. :)

♥, me.

when words fail.

• Lyrics.




• They know what we can't even begin to describe using just words.




• They add the dynamic.




• They add depth, love, hate, truth, beauty.




• They add what we can't.




• The most beautifully written poem in the world has to fight to keep up with beautiful music.




• Ever had one of those days where every single song you listen to seems to be about your life?




• Yep, had one of those today, actually. It was quite nice. Every song that came on, I was like, well that's about so-n-so, and that's about whatshisface, and that went on most of the day.




• I loved it.(:




• So. Lyrics speaking to me today:


• Fire engine red that thing was hot.




• Here's to the past they can kiss my glass, I hope she's happy with him.




• You pretend that it's just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone. So tell me what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?




• You just keep takin' me back, takin' me back to where I've already been. When you move on why does it feel like I'm losin' you again?




• You ain't done nothin' wrong, but you ain't done nothin' right.




• Twirling through sick lulabies, choking on your alibies, but it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, I'm Mister Brightside.




• Been there, done that, messed around, I'm havin fun, don't put me down. I'll never let you sweep me off my feet. I won't let you in again.


• This time baby, I'll be bulletproof.






• Mmmmkay. Well, I think you somewhat get the picture.




• When in doubt, put your iPod on shuffle, and hang out in a church.






• God'll do the rest.

la vida loca

Is this the high school experience that people write songs about?

Is this legit what they said was so much fun? Happy go lucky?

Yeah. Whatever.

Welcome to Generation Try To Keep Your Head Above Water, Because If You Don't Someone Else Will, And They Will Rock Your Shit.

We're planning on making T shirts.

Seriously? Do you want to know my class schedule right now?

1. Psychology
2. Online college Abnormal Psychology
3. Advanced Mathematical Concepts (a.k.a. trigonometry and pre-calculus)
4. Anatomy and Physiology
5. Animal Science Two
6. Band/Spanish TA
7. English 3
8. United States History

Delicious, is it not? And BONUS! Next year is going to be just as bad, if not worse! YIPPEEEEEE.

Calculus. Physics. Chemistry. Government. Economy. College classes up the hizzy.

And I can hardly handle this.

There's only three letters that can describe what I'm feeling right now:

FML.

And it's not just school that's counting on me to succeed.

There's the play that I'm all caught up in now. Officer elections for my beloved FFA are RIGHT around the corner. I'm the freaking Art Club PRESIDENT for crying out loud, and we haven't even had a meeting since God knows when. SAME story with JEL! 4H is pretty easy. They don't make me do as much for them. :) Student council? Yeah, I don't remember our last meeting. Band contest is coming up. Same day as my ACT. NEITHER of which I am prepared for.

Oh, and did I mention the one thing I'm involved in that I truly hate?

Violin.

Seriously, mom? When I was five, you couldn't have signed me up for Tee Ball or Gymnastics or anything. You picked violin. Sweeeeeet. And now I can't quit, and you CONSTANTLY want me to practice. You know, I wouldn't mind it so much if you didn't like it. But the fact that it's so damn important to you just makes me hate doing it only for your benefit.

I know, wonderful daughter. But really. I told her it's not my groove. It's not my jive, my scene, my thing. Does she care? NOPE. Instead she buys me this $4,000 freakin violin with a $300 bow. The bow DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY NOISE. It's literally $300 for a piece of polished wood with some horse hairs stretched over it. That cost more than my iPod. In. Sane.

More than once, I have threatened to sell the whole lot of what I have for my college fund. I could buy a truck, AND all of my books for that. Trust me, I've checked.

Bah humbug. Oh, and not to mention normal high school drama-rama.

Gotta looooooooooooooooooove that!

Not.

Splendid.

Wow.

You have reached a new low.

And for you, man, that's freaking terrible.

You have NO idea what you've gotten yourself into.

Do you REALIZE what people think about you? Do you CARE what people think about you? Is it your GOAL in life to ruin mine?

Because that's really not necessary. I can do that all on my own, thank you very much.

You know, I tried to be your friend. I tried being your bff Jill even when you were talking about stuff I didn't care to be involved in, even when you were in trouble, even when you needed help. I didn't care. You were my bff Jill so it didn't matter. That's what friends do. Now what the hell, dude? Seriously. What. The. Hell.

Now, you've messed with me before, even if you hadn't lied straight to my face. Leaving out important details isn't technically lying, so I'll give you that. But this? Now? Yeah, I'm about 97.85% sure that was straight up lying. Right to my face.

But that 2.15% is staring me straight in the eye and I can't look away.

That 2.15% of your little game just waiting for me to take my turn.

Well, I'm ready for my turn now.

And I think I'm going to pass.

I'm passing on your lies.

I'm passing on your tricks.

I'm passing on your little stunts.

I'm straight up passing on your little fucking game.

Deuces.

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Sketch Factory.

The train has left Funkytown. It has now pulled into the station at Sketchville.

Deep, deep into the depths of the dreaded town of Sketchville.

Yeah, I know. It's a pretty sketchy place.

No really. I know how horribly sketchy it is. I'm probably the most sketchy mayor that this sketchy sketchy town has ever seen.

Now that's sketchy.

Sketchy is starting to look like it's not a word. Oops.

Well, I'm sorry. If you know/care what I'm talking about, awesome. I'm not going to explain my sketchiness. It's probably not actually sketchy. Maybe I'm just way too paranoid about getting my shit rocked. Then again, maybe I'm so unbelievably sketchy that no one even bothers to point out my sketchy factor anymore.

Okay, that's a lie. It has been pointed out. And it bugs the living sketch out of me.

I'm legitly sorry for my sketchy ass business.

If you're pissed at me or weirded out or whatever because of it, don't be. No matter how sketchy I may be, I will never, ever, ever, evereverevereverevereverever be shady.

Mmmmkay? :)

A'ight, we cool.♥

argyle♥

Websites you should be addicted to:

http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/

http://www.atfln.com/

http://www.unrelatedcaptions.com/

http://www.theoatmeal.com/

http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/

http://www.mylifeisho.com/

http://www.mylifeisbro.com/

http://www.grouchyrabbit.com/

http://www.dearblankpleaseblank.com/

http://www.ragecaptions.com/

http://www.lolcats.com/

http://www.stumbleupon.com/

www.poorlydressed.com

For gaming and fun purposes:

http://www.gnomeoandjuliet.com/

http://www.freerice.com/

http://www.converse.com/ (designing your own is a FUCKING blast) (:

http://www.hottopic.com/ (best place to window shop EVER)

http://www.nike.com/ (combine the fun of the previous two)

http://www.deviantart.com/ (search for the impossible quiz. it's impossible. ly fun! :D)

That's all I got right now.

Mmmkay, bye. :)

Hold up. Imma grease monkey.♥

I. LOVE. Taking things apart.

Things I have taken apart and successfully fixed:

• DVD player
• VCR
• TV
• Car door latch

Things I have taken apart for the hell of taking it apart:

• Radio
• iPod dock
• Dryer
• Atari

I love it. I'm thinking I may do something of this fashion in my life somehow.

Could I be one of those gorgeous mechanic girls with perfect hair all the time?

Prolly not. My hair gets WAY to frizzy in the summa time for that.

Plus it would get in my way.

However, I do need a summer job. Should I apply at a tire shop? Hmmmmm. Hello, boring-ass receptionist job.

Anyway, I have this leGIT ass story for you.

Hold on to your ass.

Yesterday. I was at my BFF's house. Her bff is a freshie, therefore he's not legal to drive. Does he care? Nah. He drove him, his 10 year old sister, and his freshie bff from DM down to my bff's.

Not only are none of THEM legal, but neither is the car.

No plates, no insurance, no parental knowledge.

Solid.

They get to my bff's. The door latch breaks. It's stuck. They can't figure it out. They're freakin' the FREAK out. O.M.G.

Freshie's mom calls.

She's on her way home.

HO. LY. SHIT. BATMAN.

I'm like, "Lemme at it, homeskills! I'm a champ at this kind of stuff!"

I look at it, I'm like, "I need a Phillips and some WD40!"

Bff: "...Flat head and chain lube?"

"SURE!"

BTW, chain lube looks like pure nasty bubbly lava based shit.

Anyway, it worked. Imma stud.(:

Freshie practically bowed down to me in the middle of the garage.

What can I say?

Imma prodigy.

Fabulous.

In case you didn't know, I am in High School.

Actually, I'm the resident badass at SEW High.

Anywho, I don't know what to believe anymore.

I'm in the middle.

Like Ohio.

Not that I want to be so flipping decisive that I'm more like California or Maine or whatever, I just want to know where I stand. If I know that I'm in the middle on everything, then fine. I'll buy my little mental house in Ohio and be happy, but I don't want to keep flying from Cali to Maine.

Mostly because that gets really freakin' expensive, and I have no money.

Different problem for a different day.

My indecisiveness is getting out of control.

People don't know if they can trust me. They don't know where I stand, so how can they fully think that they know who I am and if I'll keep my word.

Truthfully, I don't know, either.

I don't trust myself. I would much rather trust my friends at this point than listen to what I have to think.

Mostly because I don't know what I think.

Example 1: Drinking.

I. Don't. Care. If people drink. As long as you're not addicted, being stupid, driving, or being obnoxious about it, I think it's okay.

But I have this friend. He's pretty awesome. I love him. He FREAKS. OUT. If people are drinking. He's pretty darn opinionated about it, and pretty darn persuasive. When I'm with him, I think he's right. When I'm with him, I love him for being so insane about it.

But I have this other friend who thinks in small amounts and if you're not driving, you're fine. When I'm with her, I agree completely. When I'm with her, I think my crazy guy friend is, by definition, my crazy guy friend.

Am I completely incapable of making a stand?

Or is it that my friends are all extremely persuasive?

Or should I just do whatever I can and make my decisions for myself?

I'm leaning toward the latter.

But I'm mostly afraid of what will happen when I do.

It's not an if anymore.

It's a when.

Life is headed right at me, and I have to be ready for it. Whenever it comes, however it comes.

I don't even care if I make the right decisions, just as long as I learn from them.

That's about where I am right now.