Monday, June 28, 2010

Oh, hey, guys, heyyyy~! :D

I'm back and tired. The retreat in Ohio was great! :)
I had one of those experiences where God basically enters into your soul through the Holy Spirit and moves you. It happened during the Eucharistic Procession, which is when the priest marches around the room with the Eucharist(Communion Host/Wafer.)
And it felt so weird.

Honestly, weird's not even the word but it was so mind-blowing, I couldn't think of anything else.

But, anyway, I was kneeling on the floor as the priest passed by and my heart just started pounding out of nowhere, even though I was completely exhausted.
My friend said she experienced the same thing.

Other people were affected too. Some started sobbing and shaking, some started hyperventilating, and one dude straight up passed out.
Meanwhile, I laughed.

I was not laughing at them though, or at anything really. At first, the Spirit sort of moved me into this quiet chuckle, and then realized that I was laughing in the middle of a gigantic sob-fest and how bad it looked, and that made me laugh even harder.

All the while, there was this voice in the back of my head telling me it wasn't really God, that I was just imagining the whole thing, but I know that was just the Devil pleading with me to be filled with doubt. I know it was Him though. No one and nothing else could ever move me that peculiarly.
ily
~Belinda
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I seem to be racist against orange people and I apologize for this. It really is quite close-minded of me, but try as I might, I simply cannot bring myself to see the appeal in looking like a traffic cone as the rest of the world does. Ah well. It's a shame but I guess the rest of the world will have to enjoy their melanoma without me. *HEAVY, DISAPPOINTED SIGH*

Annnnnnd end sarcasm.

Sorry if that offended anybody. I don't mean to be a dick about the whole fake-tanning thing but it seems to me and more and more people are becoming aspiring human traffic cones and honestly it disgusts me because I never liked the orange look to begin with and I'm at a loss as to why it's so popular now.Personally, I'd honestly rather be ghastly, corspsely pale. *shrugeth* But ah well.

I'm leaveing for Steubenville (Ohio) tomorrow so this is probably going to be my last post for the weekend.
I'LL MISS YOU!!! D:
ily
~Belinda
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Yoooooooooooooooo.
I'm tired. And bored.
Just heard one of my favorite Christian rock bands, Tenth Avenue North is going to be playing a show in Timonium, which is right around where I live, and tickets are only $15. Only problem is, my friend keeps saying the show is in July, but every time I look it up on the interweb, I get info about some show in November.
So I am now rather confuzzled.
Hmmmm....

Anyway, I'ma go melt the remnants of my already half-dead brain on Sims 3. Au revoir and all that pretentious merde.
ily
~Belinda
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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day, guys! :D
I'm feeling fantastic today. I could just explode fr srs fr srs.
My brothers leaving for choir camp in Pennsylvania today. It's gonna be in Dickinson college, so if you live anywhere near there, look up the Maryland Boy choir.
Lalalala...
ily
~Belinda

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

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I just saw The Talented Mr. Ripley, and it was chilling.

It's about this psychopath named Tom Ripley who is obsessed with this rich guy, Peter, and so he kills one of Peters closest friends and tries to hide it and... I don't know, it's just a really good, creepy movie. Go see it.

Also, I went to my church's carnival last night. That was fun. Got my hair sprayed black and purple and glittery. Twas kewl.
Other than that and my one excursion to the Recher Theater, not much has been going on.
My friend's graduation party is today and next week I'm going down to Ohio for this retreat, which should be... interesting. Enlightening, hopefully.
I'm not sure if it's going to be that much "fun" in the traditional sense of the word because retreats aren't really supposed to be fun, they're supposed to be refreshing, enlightening, and, at best, life-changing. It's completely different from a vacation.

Also, I don't know why, but I've been feeling really anxious all day, like something horrible is going to happen at any second.

In other news, my 4-year-old little sister is screaming and this house is going to swallow me whole at any second.
*sigh* I need salvation.
ily
~Belinda
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

So. Today was the last day of the school year and I am already bouncing off the walls with the adrenaline of Summer. Feel like doing something big this summer but I'm not sure what.
My brother's watching Moulin Rouge downstairs and that movie always makes me feel like shooting for the moon. Don't ask me why.
It's just crazy enough to be contagious.
ily
~Belinda
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

So. Today was the last full day of school. Tomorrow is a half day and I'm not going the last two days because basically they're just a huge waste of time.

But anyway, it feels really weird this year. Usually when everything is about to end, I get really nostalgic and happy, but for some reason this year that's not the case. Regarding the ending of the school year now, I really just don't feel anything at all.
I don't know why. Maybe it's because this year has just been so exhausting. Probably.
ily
~Belinda
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

This song has been stuck in my head all day.

You can say whatever you want about Ke$ha. She's drunk, she's filthy, she dresses like a homeless person, but she can make one hell of a pop song.
Fr SRS.

This website scared me. It was down for renovation for a while and I thought someone had snuck in and deleted my account.
Nothing much is going on though.

I do have a goal for the the year though and that is to go out with a guy I actually like for a change because I'm being 110% when I say I've never done that before.
Sure, as time passes, I grow to like the guys, but I've never actually dated anyone that I was actually attracted to beforehand.
ily
~Belinda
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

"I'm not like the other kids. I'm weird and my pants are too tight."

Yeah. It's a bloody scene kid parody of the infamous "Hot for Teacher" video and I gotta say it just can't compete with the original.
I'm not so fond of this new Escape the Fate singer, Craig or whatever his name is. He kinda ruined everything I liked about the band. Now they're just another stupid filthy glam rock band. Selling sex, wearing guyliner, and not taking showers. WASH YOUR DAMN HAIR, OH EM GEE!!!
I don't care how many records you've sold, your skanky man-grease is not sexy.

Also... I skipped out on school today. I'd feel bad, but I don't see what there is to feel bad about. School's only til 2 more weeks anyway.
ily
~Belinda

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Shitty song of mine
Now I'm tired of writing songs about getting dumped, so I think I'll write some about getting sued.
It wasn't my fault, Your Honor.
Just because my fingerprints were on the handle and his blood was on the blade doesn't mean I stabbed him.
It just means he needs to watch where he's going and watch his damn step.

Because I will not cut my hair, paste my eyes, paint my smile for anyone but me.
Because I will not write you a love song when I'm seething with rage, compose a funeral dirge when I'm on cloud nine, or generalize when you snatched the song straight from my diary.
They won't play me on the radio because I won't play their game.

Now, I'm tired of hearing songs about being cheated on, so I think I'll write some about being treated on antihistamines.
Oh, if only I could just breath without always feeling like I'm falling asleep.
It's almost Summer break, so why can't the teachers give me one?
I'm on 10 CC's of Benadryl, what the hell are they giving me another 100 page review packet for?

Because I will not cut my hair, paste my eyes, paint my smile for anyone but me.
Because I will not write you a love song when I'm seething with rage, compose a funeral dirge when I'm on cloud nine, or generalize when you snatched the song straight from my diary.
They won't play me on the radio because I won't play their game.

Now I'm tired of writing songs about being suicidal, so I think I'll write some about being fucking crazy.
Doctor, how you doing? It's been a while since our last visit and it's good to be back.
What's that? You wanna put me on more Prozac?
But, doc, I'm fine, I swear.
The only reason I ran the entire way to LA naked was because the aliens injected my clothes and they tried to eat me.
No, really!

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