So why am I blogging again?

Nothing new is under the sun.

Something Beautiful Of The Day

Haha, you thought I was only going to do pictures of beautiful women in this feature! Well, I was going to, until I started thinking about how many absolutely beautiful things there are on this earth...and then I felt like this section deserved expanding.

Yes, these pictures are real. Welcome to Mt. Zion National Park in Utah, USA. I've personally been there, so I can vouch for the realistic quality of these photos. The landscape is mind blowing. Absolutely incredible. And its there for all of mankind to go and behold and say:

Wow. God.

And that's about all they will get out of their mouths cuz its just too awe inspiring to manage any creative words. But that's the point. He's kinda amazing, eh?

It makes me want to laugh.

Song of the Day

She's Got Style

by

Never Shout Never

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1wHgFpaHDg

Never Shout Never is Christofer Drew Ingle, age 18. He started recording his sensitive little tunes in his basement two years ago, and I (and apparently thousands of others) fell in love with him.

He says the band is NeverShoutNever when he's happy, but Never Shout Never (with the spaces) when he's sad.

Christofer just got an actual record deal, and he will be releasing a full length album. Check out his website at nevershoutnever.com to hear it...I love the song Jane Doe.

Definitely something for a sweet smile. I always have to smile at the first line, every time I listen.

understanding Kate

"She's a remarkably attractive woman."

"isn't she?"

"there's a certian quality about her, a certian fineness. she seems to be absolutely fine and straight.....i don't know how to descrive the quality. i suppose it's breeding."

I closed the book because I had to go to bed, firmly deciding i wanted those words to be said about me. somehow, i wanted people to immediately notice there was a "certian quality" about me, that i was different and unusual. "absolutely fine and straight" something original and attractive. i definitely wanted that to be me, i decided firmly. i had two days to make it work, two days until college started and i had the chance to be this new person. i stood up and stared into the mirror. there i was, myself. a pretty girl. i'm a pretty girl, especially at night when my eyes somehow get bigger and brighter, and my hair has been messed throughout the day and now looks nearly beachy perfect. I close Hemingway and place the book on the counter, quite sure that I will be Lady Brett Ashley in school. yeah right. When you read his Farewell To Arms, you thought you were going to be Catherine Barkley. Now i felt convicted. I had fallen in love with so many women, women i'm sure were going to be me. somehow i was convinced that i could be perfect pieces of all of them. well, why couldn't i? why couldn't i be wide-eyed like Catherine and refined like Brett, while being playful like Zooey Deschanel and ice queen like Angelina Jolie. I could be it all, right? No. At that exact moment, staring into my bathroom mirror, it occured to me. to try to be all of them at once would make me none of them. it would make me an unclear, silly little girl who nobody is interested in because she wasn't anything. she had no defintion. i couldn't do it. i would really have to choose. choose just one, just one of my many female role models who i had treasured. each time i saw one on tv, read a character, watched a character, i would become her. i couldn't do that. i just had to be.....

Kate.

Something Beautiful Of The Day

I think Keira Knightley is one of the most beautiful women on earth. That's why I went kinda overboard on the pictures...I just couldn't choose my favorites. I can explain why she's so gorgeous...there's a sleekness, an elegance to her. She's lithe and regal, ever so classy. Its in those structured cheekbones, slender neck and body. But at the same time there's a feature of smallness, of innocence, of youth. Its in the doe eyes and gentle mouth. A face says so much, and so much beauty of the face is in what its says. I love the perfectly mixed statements in Keira...the innocence and elegance combined, I think, is undeniably perfect.

Song of the Day

Today's song is

Russian Roulette by Rihanna

It has not yet been released and I have just discovered it. Soon it will be a huge hit.

In a few weeks I'm sure the world will already be sick of it and everyone will have heard it a million times...but right now, it is new and moving. I guess its obvious she's hurting, I feel sorry for her. Hopefully she'll pull herself back together, and this song will help the healing process.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vq1iRZ7U-uE

God foundations

I used to argue points with people because I was absolutely sure I was right, and if they only heard how I reasonable my viewpoint was, they would change their mind. After all, my belief made more sense. I thought I could use deductive thought processes and other fancy ideas to define right and wrong, and that eventually everyone would always have to face it and agree with me. I thought I could win these arguments without ever bringing God into the picture. I thought the right way made enough sense that it wasn't neccessary to include God when trying to change people's minds.

Madeline hooked up with lots of guys, and then she'd dump them when her interest wore out or another came. She didn't feel bad about it. I thought I make her stop by using logic. "what if you get an STD?" "What if you actually get attatched and then he dumps you?" "Don't you care about all the boys you leave hurt and lonely in your wake?" "what if you get pregnant?"...but she had answers to it all. Finally I used what I was sure would be the final point. "that can't really make you happy, knowing what you're doing." She shrugged. "But I am. I like not having to depend on anyone, and doing whatever I want." but-but-but- "but its WRONG!" I burst out. She shrugged again. "Maybe, but I don't care. I'm happy. That's all I understand."

And that last part explained it. That was all she understood-happiness. My arguments on right and wrong, safety, and not hurting others didn't mattter to her. All she thought about was her own happiness. My reasoning would go nowhere.

My friend was starting to smoke pot. He knew it was dangerous to his body, he knew it was illegal, he knew that while smoking it he would do things he wasn't in control of. My good points didn't matter, he felt no guilt. He didn't care what he did. He wanted to smoke, he liked the feeling of losing control, he didn't like having his sensibilities cuz then he was sad. In fact, trying to explain why I wouldn't join in made no sense to him. It was fun for him at the moment, and I couldn't disagree with that. And beyond that, what mattered?

My sister said it best: "Well what do you expect of someone who doesn't believe in anything?"

And then it made such sense. All the points that I thought of as reasonable and well-founded were based on morals and convictions. Based on what God wanted. These kids didn't care what God wanted. My "strong points" had no impact on them. They didn't have anything to believe, anything to use as a guidline, just their passing emotion. What is sensible is what is right, but if nobody cares what is right, then nobody will be sensible, because why bother? And the only reason people want to do something right is if they want to follow God. Eventually, I found the bottom line:

without God, there IS no sensibility.