Monday, November 28, 2016

How I Destroyed The Family Car || Spark Plugs

Everything started out great. My brother and I were driving to youth group on Sunday night. We arrived in the parking lot, I turned off the engine, put the keys in my purse and casually walked into the church. Two and a half hours later, everyone noticed that my lights were flashing like crazy out in the parking lot... weird, right?

So, everyone races out to the parking lot with me so we try to figure whats wrong with the car. I was literally freaking out. Why were these stupid lights flashing? Like they have no right to scare me like this! I thought I had DESTROYED MY FAMILY'S CAR. I could think about was "HOW AM I GONNA PAY TO FIX THIS MESS???" I get in and try to start the car, but the dashboard just flashes bananas at me.  I get out, the youth leader tries to start it, but, again no luck. We decided that we should open the hood to see if anything looks wrong, but I don't know how to pop the hood. Lets just say I'm not mechanically inclined. But we finally figured it out in the pitch-black parking lot, with the light of an iPod aiding us in our search.

All the while I was thinking about how I was gonna tell my dad about the

Youth leader: "Looks like your batteries are dead."
Me: "Ugh, oh great! Well, at least its not broken. Does anyone have spark plugs in their car?"
Everyone: *laughing* *pointing at me* *rolling all over the ground with hysterical laughter*
Me: "What??"
Youth leader: "Uhhh *chuckles* they are actually called jumper cables!"

Ha ha, it turned out that I had left my head lights on, and the battery had died. Thankfully someone did have spark uh jumper cables in their car, and everything was fine.

Me: "I guess I have to have it happen at least once in my life, right?"
Youth leader: "Uh, it will happen more than once. Just wait till you lock your keys in your car!"

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

20 Problems That Book Worms Have To Deal With Daily

1. You'll never be able to read your favorite book for the first time ever again.

2. Ripply book bottoms from reading in the bath.

3. Books that won’t stay open when you’re trying to read, and eat a sandwich at the same time.

4. Worrying about your favorite author’s health (for selfish reasons).

5. Not having enough bookshelf space in your room to hold all your books.

6. When your boss won't give you a sick day because Beth March just died. 

7. Purses that can't even fit a paperback into them.

8. Your co-workers think your a geek because your books are always laying around in the break room. 


10. Those mysterious stains in the pages of borrowed books. 

11. Not being able to find a comfortable position when you read in an arm chair. 

12. Reading the most breathtaking book ever and having no one to talk to about it.

13. Looking at the last page of a book because you can't wait to find out what happens in the end, then you find out and the book is spoiled. #me

14. People who hate books they've NEVER. EVEN. READ.

15. Moaning and crying in anguish when you find out that Mr. Rochester is already married.

16. Starting a series by checking it out at the library only to discover you got book two of the series. 

17. When your book bag handles break because it has suffered one too many a terrorizing load. 

18. Having crushes on fictional characters. 

19. Going into depression when Rudy died.

20. Knowing that Mr. Darcy isn't a real person. 

Monday, November 21, 2016

Whats New With Clara? || I Need Book Recommendations

words || creek, anonymous, indigo, overture, cathedral, zephyr, benevolence

songs || who i am by jessica andrews, hello by adele, keep walking by toby mac, higher by unspoken, milonga del angel by astor piazolla, THE JANE EYRE, AND ATONEMENT SOUNDTRACK ovbs

books || between shades of grey by ruta septyes, julius caesar by shakespeare, lord byron poetry, agatha christie short stories, the pickwick papers by charles dickens, the house of usher by edgar allen poe, a separate peace by john knowles

miscellany || hanging out with friends at youth group, learning how to play basketball with my bro (i'm a failure), bible mad gab, homemade hot chocolate, hand knit mittens, getting excited about thanksgiving travels, mango kombutcha, seeing your breath vaporize outside at night

smells || fresh ground coffee, homemade cinnamon rolls, carmex, popcorn, english breakfast tea, pumpkin spice candle, fresh air, wood smoke from the stove, new books, lavender essential oils

Btw, do you guys have any book recommendations? Cause I'm kind of running out of books to read. At the moment I'm reading Between Shades of Grey by Ruta Sepetys, but I don't know what I'm gonna read after that. I've read pretty much all the classics like, To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, A Tale of Two Cities and so on, and now I want some not-so-classic books to read, maybe something more modern. I really enjoy historical fiction, not necessarily Christian historical fiction, but some books that are gonna be a good, clean read. So, please drop some of your favorite reads in the comments, if you would:)


Sunday, November 13, 2016

7 Things I Learned My Senior Year || First Dance

So, amazing Sophie, over here has just launched this brilliant idea that all of the seniors write a post on what they have learned in their last year of high school. Several of my amazing friends like Julia and Amanda have done a splendid post, and I've decided to join the party! So, 'ere we go! 

- I have really learned about friends a lot this year. I have realized how, many people are "fair weather friends" and just hang out with you when they don't have anyone else to hang with. I've learned it hurts, and I often let myself go through a lot just to hang out with people. And, I've learned how precious true friends are to have.. that they are rare. You probably won't have many of them, but treasure the ones you do have. 

- Do something crazy, and frivolous once in awhile. Get a group of people together to do the mannequin challenge at the mall, or go iceskating or play hockey on a real, authentic pond.  Do something fun that you don't usually do. 

- Staying organized is the key to success. Get a planner together to write out your daily "to do" list, school subjects, grades ect. Its really helpful!

- Love your family, and spend more time with them. Being my last year in high school, and living at home, it has seriously just hit me that, I'll be at college next year. Gahhh... "creepy" (Only about two people with get the quotation marks. XD) I won't have my mom to hug every morning, or cry on her shoulder when I'm having a hard day. I won't have my dad to do the Baymax knuckles handshake thingy with. I'm excited about college, but also scared. Hug your family, peeps, and tell them you love them cause they are pretty important, and have helped you come this far in your life. 

-"What if I fail?" What if you don't. Do the things that make you scared.

- Find your niche. Discover something that you are good at and go for it. For me, its playing the piano. Its something that I do to relax. It makes me happy.

- Chocolate heals even the deepest of wounds. Sometimes, life stinks, guys. So thats when you need to break out the chocolate love.


Last friday, I went to my first dance. It was awesome. Prom isn't something most people think homeschoolers do. The average person defines homeschooler as Homeschooler: n.  One who has no friends, social skills, and/or education. Often found wearing overalls. should not simply assume that all homeschoolers are anti social. *re-enacts Boromir face* We are actually pretty awesome.

The evening was filled with chatting with friends, food, a chocolate fountain and italian cream sodas (like how cool is that) being crazy awkward, and obviously dancing. I really enjoyed the group dances like We Like To Party, Cha Cha Slide, Virginia Reel and just solo dancing in a circle with a group of friends. Shake It Off and Trouble were pretty fun to dance to. I did dance a few slow dances, and swing, which was probably my ultimate favorite. 20's swing music, a partner who knows what he's doing and a disco ball. #awesomeness

Monday, November 7, 2016

10 Epic Shakespeare Insults That Every Shakespearian Should Know

You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!

Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-liver’d boy.

O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.

I will speak daggers to her.

I desire us to be better strangers.

I do wish thou were a dog, that I might love thee something.

The tartness of thy face sours ripe grapes.

You, minion, are too saucy.

I looovvee Shakespeare. He's LYFE. His romance is on point, his sense of irony is riotous, his plots are simply genius, and his characters are seriously to die for. omgosh.  If you want mayhem, poison, blackmail, passion, death, romance, explosives and sword fighting, Shakespeare is for you. Give him a try. Reading his stuff isn't really so bad as everyone says. Especially if you recite the dialogue (more like scream the dialogue) when your home alone in the mirror. Now, about these insults...I would never tell someone that I wish they were a dog, so I could love them something, with serious intent.....well I don't think I would... *low menacing chuckle*

But, they are fun to use jokingly. Plus, no one will probably even know what your talking about, or that you even insulted them, bc thats the beauty of Shakespearian. 

Friday, November 4, 2016

Stars || 8:07pm

November 4th 8:07pm

I look upward into the black night sky showered with stars. Its been a long time since I've laid out in the yard at night like this. The November chill bites my nose and fingertips, but I don't mind. The beauty of the sky keeps me there.

The crescent moon, silky and smooth glows softly, far above the silhouettes of trees and of mountains. I spot Orion and the little dipper, and strain to see a shooting star sail across the atmosphere, bright at first, but slowly fading.

I feel so inadequate and microscopic sitting under the heavens that go on forever and ever.

I sigh and think to myself, that I don't remember the last time I was this happy, about something so small. The last time I was happy to be alive in this crazy world.