Religion And Art Midterms And Tomorrow

Hey. So, my religion midterm was a piece of cake (I think) and my art midterm wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Yay! And do you know what tomorrow is? ~dramatic pause~ It will be the one month mark of posting every single day! How awesome is that?! I know, right?! Oh, and sorry for saying that I had another post coming yesterday when I didn’t. I started working on it, but then I had to study more. Alright, sorry for the short post, but I need to leave school to go home. I’ll post that post I meant to put up yesterday later. Bye!

-Sam

My Goals And Dreams

Hey. As you may be able to tell, this is going to be another long, deep post, like Why I Believe and The Deeper Meaning Of Me. First, I will start by stating my definitions of the words “goal” and “dream.” A goal, to me, is something that you are trying to get done, mostly independently. Something that you are motivated to complete. A dream has several similar definitions (similar to each other, not necessarily to those of the word “goal”) to me, depending on the situation. It can be something that you want to happen, but you don’t think it to be possible, or you don’t think it’s possible without totally relying on someone else’s connections and ability. It can be something that you want to happen that you believe is in no way possible. It can be a figment of your imagination, made to entertain you as you sleep, or a way for authors to come up with new story ideas (not me, normally- I usually just come up with them from ordinary miracles [did I get that song from Charlotte’s Web stuck in your head yet? 🙂 ]). Now that you have those definitions in your head, let’s go explore my goals and dreams!

Dreams

We’ll start with my dreams, for two reasons. One, I want to start with the ones that I don’t think will really come true first. And two, I already have the first picture picked out 🙂 And since I said that, you can probably guess what my first dream involves, right?

If you guessed it had something to do with Grey’s Anatomy, you would be correct! My biggest dream right now is to meet the cast of Grey’s Anatomy. In case you are new to this blog, then let me enlighten you: Grey’s Anatomy is literally of much of my life as it can get. I obsess over it. My start screen of my new laptop is the words “Grey’s Anatomy” with Seattle as a background (I got it off Google). Ask my mom, my brother, my dad, my best friend. After quickly looking around to make sure I’m not around to hear you speak of it (or else I would start talking about it and annoy them yet again with my constant babbling), they would tell you that I am in love with that show. It would be amazing to meet the cast, the people who make Grey’s Anatomy so awesome (along with Shonda Rhimes and the rest of the tech crew, of course). I can see it now, meeting Patrick Dempsey and Ellen Pompeo and Chandra Wilson and Jessica Capshaw and Justin Chambers and- well, I assume you get the point. As you can see, I love love LOVE Grey’s Anatomy!

This picture is my Gmail background 🙂

Another one of my dreams is to have a big family when I grow up. I want to have three biological kids, and then adopt three more to balance out the genders (four boys and four girls total in the family counting my and my future husband). Everybody laughs and tells me I’d better be rich. Well, I plan on doing okay, but doesn’t everybody? The real challenge is going to be finding a husband who will share in my dream….

The last one of my dreams (that I’m going to share) may seem silly, or at least childish, to some of you, but I don’t care. It’s still a dream of mine. The dream I’m talking about is to go to my special place. I will not explain what my special place is, but rather how it helps me. I go there when I can’t sleep, and it helps me sleep. It also calms me down when I’m angry or anxious. It’s really amazing what my special place can do. You should all have a special place- they’re really useful!

This isn’t what my special place looks like, but is what I imagine to be a stereotypical calm, relaxing place.

Goals

-Chuck Palahniuk

Now on to goals. If you are a regular to Sammi Talk, you will probably be able to guess my biggest goal. Hell, I put it as a New Years Resolution. Got it yet? If yes, then good! If no, then too bad. Because I’m about to type it…! ~smiles evilly~

My biggest goal right now is to be a published author before I’m 18. I’m motivated to do it. I can (mostly) do it by myself. At least the writing and editing the manuscript part. I love writing- I write parts of stories every single day. I’d love to make a living from writing. And I know I can. It’s just a matter of doing it before I’m 18 that I really want to do 🙂

My second goal is to become a better Catholic. Although I am very religious, I’m sad to say that I’m not very good at practicing my religion, at least in the formal aspect of it, like going to church and stuff like that. I have a large amount of faith; it’s just a matter of practicing it consistently and correctly. And I know I can do it, it’s the actual doing that gets me.

The goal that I will end with is to be a better person, which can go many, many ways. I mean to basically be kinder, more respectful. I’m a pretty short-tempered person- I could afford to be kinder and more understanding. And plus, a little respect can go a loooooong way.

Alright, I’m all done for tonight. I have to go work on my awesome English persuasive speech. I hope you had fun exploring more into my life! Bye!

-Sam

P.S. The image URLs can be found by clicking on the pictures. I don’t own the images, nor do I pretend to own them. I found them on Google, then copied and pasted.

First Day Back At School

Hey. Well, today marked the official end of my Christmas vacation. No frowny face, though- I’m fairly happy to be back at school, for multiple reasons. First, I think I was going to go crazy if I was stuck at home for even one more day. I don’t think my family and I were meant to be together 24/7, let me tell you! Second, I missed my friends, who I hadn’t seen since before the break. And third, I was just getting bored. Today was pretty fun, even though I was exhausted (i haven’t been sleeping very well lately). I brought my laptop and tested to see if I could take notes without getting distracted, and so far, so good! I took amazing notes in Religion, plus I used my online Geometry book without distraction. Alright, I’m going to go play some games before my half hour of free time is up. Sorry for the short post. Maybe if I finish my homework I’ll post a longer one. Bye!

-Sam

The Deeper Meaning Of Me

Hey. So, the title is pretty self explanatory. Today we’ll be discussing who I am. And I don’t mean the boring stuff, like, ‘oh, I’m a 15 year old girl who’s a sophomore at BCHS.’ No, like the title states, I mean the deep stuff. So, without further ado, let’s explore who I am!

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This was when I went with Gabby and her family to release lanterns in memory of Carl, one of her family members who died in a car accident.

First, you have to know that I’m ADHD. That kind of shapes my whole life, and not always in a bad way. Sure, it makes my wicked (see my New England heritage 🙂 ) disorganized, but that’s okay, because I can deal with that (most of the time!). It also makes me way more creative. Let me explain. There have been many studies done on ADHD, and a lot of them have found that people with ADHD are more creative than people without it. Also, a funny story. One of the first art classes I had this year, I received a handout with the typical traits of a creative person. Almost all of these traits were typical of someone with ADHD. I almost laughed out loud when I made the connection.

Alrighty then, next up, I’m a good friend. I’m loyal, caring, and if you’re my best friend and you want me to kick someone’s ass, I’ll do it 🙂 Well, as long as that person isn’t my best friend or my family member. And I won’t hurt them badly (I don’t believe in putting people in the hospital), I’ll just give them a few bruises and scare the crap out of them, so they never hurt you again. I’m loyal because I’ll always take your side if I’m involved in something, or else I just won’t get involved. And I’m caring because, well, I care. You can tell me anything, and I’ll help you through whatever it is, plus I won’t judge.

Now, I’m intelligent. I’m just using what other people say about me for this one, plus events that have happened. I got the highest score on the placement exam for BCHS. Everyone says I’m super smart, and I need to actually try in school instead of just coasting along (I HATE it when they say that, but it’s true, I do need to try harder). And when I do try hard, I get awesome, amazing results, like a 98 on a Dos quarter project! Now that’s what I call awesomeness!

I’m dirty minded. I’m not going to go into that one at all, really, because that would probably disgust you 🙂 Let’s put it this way. I once got into a conversation on Facebook with my friend Derek about a picture that had been posted. It said something like, ‘if people heard my best friend and I talking, we would be in a mental hospital.’ I asked Derek what would happen to me and Rebecca if people heard us talking. Up until this point, we had been chatting in the comments. Now, he messaged me. You wanna know what he wrote?

Worse, burned at the stake. –Derek H.

I’m really spiritual. I pray A LOT. I pray every night before I go to bed, even if it’s my own prayers, not prayers that you can find in a prayer book or something. As one of my last posts said, I’m a Roman Catholic, and I have a lot of faith. Even if those reasons that I stated in that post were all proved false, I would still believe because of my faith. It’s pretty strong.

I have anger issues sometimes, but the major ones usually only show when the Lyme comes back. I normally always have some minor irritability, and even when the Lyme is gone, once in a blue moon I’ll lose is, but doesn’t everyone?

If you tease me for my anger issues, or is I see you tease anyone for anything, I’ll kick your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week, because I absolutely HATE any kind of snobbery or anything like it. No. Just, don’t do it. It sucks. As I’ve told you, I’ve been a victim of bullying, and I’ve watched my best friend be subjected to the tortures it causes, and it seriously sucks to experience. Don’t do it. Please.

One more thing: first impressions are EVERYTHING to me. I don’t know why, but once I meet you, I either hate you or love you. There is rarely an in between. I don’t know why this is, but my mom calls it obsessive, like I obsess over the people that I love. I don’t know what to think.

Alright, I think that’s it. Wow, this was a really long post again. Hopefully I’ll get into this habit of long posts. I kinda like it. Okay, I’m done for now. Bye!

-Sam

P.S. The original picture URLs can be found by clicking on the pictures!

Why I Believe

Hey! Well, this one is for Gabby. First, I will clarify that I am referring to religion. Now, let me start by explaining how this post came to be. I was scrolling through the Freshly Pressed posts, and a tag (and then its title) struck my eye. The tag was suicide. The title was An Open Letter to the Lost (I haven’t read it yet, because then all the ideas for this post started coming to me, and I wanted to get them all down before I forgot about them, but I do plan on reading it). I then got the idea to write a somewhat inspirational post of my own (as I’m sure that that post was inspirational). I thought for a second on what to write, and then it came to me. I could explain why I believed what I did. I got this idea because of Gabby. I won’t say anything else about her and her religion except this: whenever she sleeps over, when we’re falling asleep, we have the most epic conversations about religion, and in the last one we had she asked me why I believed what I did. I answered her, and now I will answer you. So, here it is. Why I’m a Roman Catholic.

I’ll start with stating the obvious, which is that my parents raised me to share their beliefs. Although this is a part of it, over the past few years, I have grown in my faith and have become what I believe to be religiously independent from my parents. While we mostly still have the same beliefs (some very minute details might differ a bit), nothing is holding me to believe the same thing as my parents. I just choose to believe what I do, and that just so happens to be the same thing that my parents do.

Now, on to the more in-depth reasons. First, I’ll start with why I believe in God. I’ll begin with the simple fact that I’ve thought of the option of not believing in Him, and, to be honest with you, it just doesn’t make sense to me. Not that I don’t respect atheism, because I have nothing against atheists. One of my best friends calls herself an atheist. It’s just, how can you believe that the universe wasn’t created by some higher power? That it was just there? Plus, how can you believe that there’s nothing after death? The simple thought of nothing after dying scared the hell out of me when I was little (yes, I had a mid-life crisis at age 8). So, yeah, I just can’t grasp the concept of no God.

Another reason why I believe in God is because of my answered prayers. Many times, right after I’ve prayed, they are answered. Other times, it takes a little longer, but the prayer is still answered. Sure, there are prayers that still haven’t been answered, and that can’t be answered anymore (for example, ‘please let my grandma live’), but, for the most part (not the ‘please let my grandma live’ one), the result of those unanswered prayers has been greater than the result that I was hoping for when I prayed. God works in wonderful ways. You just have to stop and pay attention for once, instead of complaining because of that one unanswered prayer that turned out better than ever.

The next reason why I believe in God is because of miracles. And for all you people going ‘miracles don’t exist,’ then I believe because of ‘events that can’t be scientifically proved.’ Seriously, people, how else would these things happen? If the smartest people in the world can’t come up with an explanation, then what else can it be besides God?

The last reason (that I’m going to share) is because of a book. Yes, a book, but not just any book. This book is about a four-year-old boy, Colton. In case you haven’t guessed, the book is Heaven Is For Real. It’s narrated by Colton’s dad, although it uses a lot of the same phrases Colton did. It tells the story of Colton’s journey to Heaven and back. It’s a very powerful, moving book. You should definitely read it sometime!

Now, on to why I believe in Jesus. Again, the first reason I’m going to use is the fact that it’s how my parents raised me. Like I said before, although they raised me to believe in Jesus, over the past few years, because of many things, I have formed my own religious beliefs and have become independent from my parents, at least religiously speaking. My beliefs may coincide with my parents’, but they are my own.

The first in-depth reason that I’m going to use is His Resurrection. First, there were so many people who saw the risen Lord, like Mary Magdalene, doubting Thomas,  the two disciples on the road to Emmaus, and the Apostles when they locked themselves in the room. There’s also the empty tomb, which is where Jesus’ burial clothes were found with Jesus’ image… um… etched into them, for lack of a better term.

The last reason I’m going to use, for believing in Jesus and believing in God, is faith. I simply have faith in them. I can’t really elaborate on that except by saying if you’re Catholic you’ll understand. I just believe, and I hope you do, too.

Wow, this was a really, really long post. Well, I hope that anyone who didn’t respect my beliefs before, does respect them now. Seriously, though, this took me a couple hours (not straight- I was working on this on and off throughout the day). Alright, I’m done with blogging for tonight. Time to go work on my essay 😦 Bye!

-Sam

P.S. The original URL for the pictures can be found by clicking on the pictures.

A&E Just Lost Duck Dynasty

Hey. Okay, before you start lecturing me on how gays should have rights and not be discriminated against just for liking someone of the same gender, blah blah blah, hang on a sec. I believe that too. In my opinion, if God didn’t want them around, or didn’t like them, then why would he allow people to be gay, or even have the idea of gay? But that’s just me. Anyways, back to the point. First, Phil Robertson has the freedom of speech. He can freely say anything that he wants, as long as it isn’t threatening anyone. Which, in this case, it wasn’t. Although it was discriminatory, it was not threatening in any way whatsoever. What he said was as follows:

“Everything is blurred on what’s right and what’s wrong. Sin becomes fine. Start with homosexual behavior and just morph out from there. Bestiality, sleeping around with this woman and that woman and that woman and those men. Don’t be deceived. Neither the adulterers, the idolaters, the male prostitutes, the homosexual offenders, the greedy, the drunkards, the slanderers, the swindlers — they won’t inherit the kingdom of God. Don’t deceive yourself. It’s not right.”     -Phil Robertson

Okay, so like I said, it was prejudiced. But it wasn’t dangerous in any way, except for his reputation, since people are crazy about this stuff. C’mon, people. I’m not saying it wasn’t bad, but there’s no freedom of speech anymore. Anyway, read what he later stated:

“However, I would never treat anyone with disrespect just because they are different from me. We are all created by the Almighty and like Him, I love all of humanity. We would all be better off if we loved God and loved each other.”     -Phil Robertson

Isn’t it funny how A&E didn’t mention that? Also, what A&E has to know is:

First Amendment E For Everyone

And what I say to you all is:

As for me, well, you should know this by know, but in case you don’t, I’ll tell you that

Also, I know it can seem horrible, what he said, I know it’s easier to be mad along with everyone else, I know it’s easier to go with the flow. But where would we be now if Einstein had listened when they said he was crazy? If Copernicus had given up when everyone had laughed at the heliocentric theory? Nowhere. I wouldn’t be writing to you right now. So, just think about it. And I’ll end the post on the note that I do know a few gay and lesbian people. And on Grey’s Anatomy, I absolutely LOVE Callie and Arizona together (yes, of course I’m going to use a Grey’s Anatomy example if I can 🙂 ). I’m not just some idiotic person who is rallying with Phil because I think he’s awesome and I like Duck Dynasty. I can see why people would believe that it’s hate speech, and, in this day and age, I can see why people would think it’s a valid response. But it’s not. He is just expressing his opinions, which he has the right to do freely. And if he can’t anymore, then this isn’t the United States Of America, the Land Of The Free anymore.

-Sam