Song of the Day: "Shooting Star" by Owl City
Accessory of Awesome: team Twix bracelet
Pages written: its still at FREAKIN ZERO
This is the story of how I died.
I'm kidding. This is the story of how I almost died. So don't get too concerned. It all started two days ago.
My best friend and I are masters of the #YOLO movement. We use the real meaning of #YOLO (you only live once) and try to bend the rules a bit. Apparently we bent those rules a bit too far yesterday afternoon.
"Spontaneous adventure" is what I call it. "Trying to get yourselves killed" is what most normal people call it. Ash (my best friend) and I were just looking for some adventure and fun. So we decided that as soon as we left Maymont Park in Richmond, we would head over to Belle Isle.
Belle Isle is an island in the middle of the James River. You get to it by walking across a bridge and it has some nice rocks surrounding it. This makes it a nice place to fish, hang out, kayak, and go tubing. Lots of teenagers go hang out here...some of them for not so friendly reasons.
Ash and I were here to hang out. We actually weren't planning on getting in. We were in jean shorts and t-shirts. We didn't have any towels or anything. We were just looking for something to do. So, as soon as we actually FOUND Belle Isle, we started walking.
It takes about 15 minutes to reach it. You park under an old metal bridge and then you have to walk over to the pedestrian bridge. The pedestrian bridge is attached to the underbelly of the highway bridge, and it makes some pretty funky noises. The cars are speeding over head making the bridge rattle and shake.
I loved it. Ash was less than excited. I don't know what it is, but being high up just excites me. It used to terrify me, but then I climbed the climbing tower three times in a row at camp and I got over my fear. Weird, right? Haha!
So as you cross the bridge (and examine the less than friendly graffiti) you get to a little clearing. To your left is a big, metal structure that reminds me of the Dominican Republic. To your right is the path to the rocks.
Ash and I walked along the path, following the shirtless man with a guitar and two dogs. You know you have your life together when you're a dude who just carries his guitar around for fun while walking your dogs.
We made it to the rocks and waded into the water. It was beautiful. We didn't really think we were going to get all the way in...but then Ash slipped in. So I just got in too.
Then, like the idiot I am, I decided I thought it would be a good idea if we swam to another rock. I went first, and as I heard Ash say that it probably wasn't a good idea...
I got swept down stream. I was never really scared. I probably should have been. It would've been super easy for me to get my foot caught in a rock and then been sucked under. Or I could have hit my head on a rock. But none of those things occurred to me.
The current was super strong. I tried to brace myself against a rock but I kept slipping farther down stream. I finally grabbed a hold of a rock and pulled myself on top. I turned around, looking for Ash, and realized she was still going down stream.
I ran after her like her life depended on it. I guess it kind of did...
She finally caught herself on a rock and we made it back to the rock. But then we were stuck in the middle of the river, with at least fifteen or twenty yards between us and the shore line. And that fifteen to twenty yards was filled with rapids.
Now I know what your thinking. Why didn't we just climb back on the rocks? Well...we were kind of stranded. Why didn't we call for help? Not only was our stuff back where we had started...we were too stubborn to call for help.
The water was swiftly battering the rocks before us as we watched, which didn't do much for our optimism.
There were three bigger rocks between us and the shore. We figured that if we used those rocks as safe points, stopping there to rest every few minutes, we could make it to shore.
So we started. We only slipped up once or twice. There was only point where I had to reach back and grab Ash.
It took us almost twenty minutes to get to shore. But we didn't die. We scrambled up the bank and made it to the path.
Ash blames it all on me. I do too...but we survived right? So it was a good day!
I was exhausted when it was all over. So i slept like a rock last night.
Well, I'll try my best not to die anymore. Deal?
Christina
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Baptism, School, and Internal Monologues
Song of the Day: "This Is The End (If You Want It)" by Relient K
Accessory of Awesome: my non smoke smokers cough
Word of the Day: free
I believe I live a rather complicated, interesting life. I used to think it was painful and awful. I used to hate my life. But now I kind of look at all the things that have happened and I laugh. But, I am a lot more optimistic than I used to be.
I asked my church if they would allow me to be baptized in church today. It was rather nerve wracking, standing in front of all of them again. You see, I was baptized before. It was several years ago. I had everyone under the impression that I was saved. I had myself under that impression. But I hadn't been saved yet.
Sometimes I wonder how I fooled that many people. Sometimes I wonder why people never noticed. How could they not notice me? Did they not see how much pain I was in?
A bigger question is, if they did see how much pain I was in... Why didn't they help me? Why didn't they come to me and tell me they were there for me and offer to help me out of the abyss I had sunken into?
Maybe I'm just a convincing liar. I don't know. I know it's not their responsibility to take care of me. It never was their responsibility. It's my own responsibility. And, knowing myself rather well, I know I wouldn't have cared about what anyone had said.
It's not really important, whether or not people made time for me. But it keeps me awake at night sometimes. I try my hardest to be there for my friends, no matter what. I want them to know that I'll be there for them, no matter what sort of trouble their in. I may not be able to empathize with them, but I can most certainly sympathize with them. That's just how I'm built. My friends come before me, no matter what.
But anyways, I was terrified to stand in front of my church and ask to be baptized, especially since some of them had been there the first time I was baptized. I got saved in December 2011, only a few months ago. It hasn't even been a year yet. People thought I had been saved since I was four.
I guess that's just how life works sometimes though.
C'est la vie...
Aside from all that, I'm working hard on coming with ideas for writing. I'm sick and tired of not being able to write anything.
For those of you who don't know, I write books. Or try to anyway. I haven't had a decent idea since February. I'm trying to come up with something that I can post on my other blog (found at writingisoxygen.blogspot.com)
That blog is currently set up for my super hero series...that I never started. I'm awesome.
School starts up again soon! Life in my junior year better be crazy. But what else would it be? I do go to a crazy, strange school with crazy, strange students. (I'd say I have crazy, strange teachers but they'd probably get offended...)
Are ya'll ready for school? Don't worry too much about it. The world ends in December anyway, right? It is 2012.
Have an excellent week! I'll update again soon!
Christina
Accessory of Awesome: my non smoke smokers cough
Word of the Day: free
I believe I live a rather complicated, interesting life. I used to think it was painful and awful. I used to hate my life. But now I kind of look at all the things that have happened and I laugh. But, I am a lot more optimistic than I used to be.
I asked my church if they would allow me to be baptized in church today. It was rather nerve wracking, standing in front of all of them again. You see, I was baptized before. It was several years ago. I had everyone under the impression that I was saved. I had myself under that impression. But I hadn't been saved yet.
Sometimes I wonder how I fooled that many people. Sometimes I wonder why people never noticed. How could they not notice me? Did they not see how much pain I was in?
A bigger question is, if they did see how much pain I was in... Why didn't they help me? Why didn't they come to me and tell me they were there for me and offer to help me out of the abyss I had sunken into?
Maybe I'm just a convincing liar. I don't know. I know it's not their responsibility to take care of me. It never was their responsibility. It's my own responsibility. And, knowing myself rather well, I know I wouldn't have cared about what anyone had said.
It's not really important, whether or not people made time for me. But it keeps me awake at night sometimes. I try my hardest to be there for my friends, no matter what. I want them to know that I'll be there for them, no matter what sort of trouble their in. I may not be able to empathize with them, but I can most certainly sympathize with them. That's just how I'm built. My friends come before me, no matter what.
But anyways, I was terrified to stand in front of my church and ask to be baptized, especially since some of them had been there the first time I was baptized. I got saved in December 2011, only a few months ago. It hasn't even been a year yet. People thought I had been saved since I was four.
I guess that's just how life works sometimes though.
C'est la vie...
Aside from all that, I'm working hard on coming with ideas for writing. I'm sick and tired of not being able to write anything.
For those of you who don't know, I write books. Or try to anyway. I haven't had a decent idea since February. I'm trying to come up with something that I can post on my other blog (found at writingisoxygen.blogspot.com)
That blog is currently set up for my super hero series...that I never started. I'm awesome.
School starts up again soon! Life in my junior year better be crazy. But what else would it be? I do go to a crazy, strange school with crazy, strange students. (I'd say I have crazy, strange teachers but they'd probably get offended...)
Are ya'll ready for school? Don't worry too much about it. The world ends in December anyway, right? It is 2012.
Have an excellent week! I'll update again soon!
Christina
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
C'est La Vie, Ladies and Gentlemen
Song of the Week: "Embracing Accusations" by Shane and Shane
Accessory of Awesome: my Word of Life Staff shirt (miss you guys!)
Word of the Day: charming
Greetings Readers, Lurkers, and Friendly Pass-a-bys!
As many of you may know, my name is Christina. I had a blog started that I named "Falling In The Black". I named this blog before I became a Christian and while I was depressed. So I decided that, since I was trying to restart and revamp my life in all sorts of ways, I would begin a new blog! (With a much less depressing title!)
Some of you may not know what "c'est la vie" even means. Well, it's French for "such is life." It is usually said after something bad happens.
Such as, I was driving down the road today and I realized I had missed my turn into the Walmart. Instead of cursing and making a rather big deal about it, as I usually did, I simply said "c'est la vie" and moved on with my life.
And I guess I want that to be my outlook on life. I fancy myself an optimist. I usually believe that good will come out of everything. And now that I'm a Christian, I know that God will make good come out of EVERYTHING. So why not just chill? Be content with life and how it happens?
Thus, "C'est La Vie."
I don't know if that makes sense at all. But it does to me! But apparently a lot of things make sense to me that don't make sense to others. Just ask my friends. I don't make sense to them at all.
I'm trying to become more responsible, so I figure that if I make myself post in this blog at least once a week, I'll slowly make it a habit. Then, I'll be responsible for something.
(Hey, you have to start somewhere.)
So let me tell you all a little about myself!
My name is Christina. I attend a small private school that I will refer to as Forest Drive Academy (so that I don't get anyone in trouble when I talk about it.) Just for the record, I will be using fake names a lot when I blog here. I learned the hard way that when talking about people is wrong, especially on the Internet. I don't plan on making this a gossip site, but I figure I'll change names when I talk about people just to be safe.
Remember, no one knows its you if I'm using a fake name. So don't freak out about it. The more you freak out, the more people will figure out that it's you. If you got a problem with it, come to me. I will have probably already come to you.
I will be a junior this year. I'm excited for school to begin. I'm excited for almost everything nowadays. It seems that God gives me a new vigor for life, one that I have never experienced! Not only does it fill me with a completely new energy that doesn't run out, it makes everything new. It creates a new world around me as I continue in my new life! And it's exhilarating.
I ramble a little when I get on the God subject. I do tend to write about Him a lot. I have trouble talking about Him, though. I have to work on that. Writing has always come easier than speaking. But public speaking doesn't bother me as much anymore.
Neither do heights! I love climbing. I love being up high! I love swimming. I love reading comic books. I love reading in general, almost anything. Except cheesy romance novels...or math books...or books with no plot (meaning most of the "teen" section in book stores.)
I believe that's enough about me, however. I could go on forever. I do tend to know a lot about myself. So until next time, stay awesome!
DFTBA,
Christina
Accessory of Awesome: my Word of Life Staff shirt (miss you guys!)
Word of the Day: charming
Greetings Readers, Lurkers, and Friendly Pass-a-bys!
As many of you may know, my name is Christina. I had a blog started that I named "Falling In The Black". I named this blog before I became a Christian and while I was depressed. So I decided that, since I was trying to restart and revamp my life in all sorts of ways, I would begin a new blog! (With a much less depressing title!)
Some of you may not know what "c'est la vie" even means. Well, it's French for "such is life." It is usually said after something bad happens.
Such as, I was driving down the road today and I realized I had missed my turn into the Walmart. Instead of cursing and making a rather big deal about it, as I usually did, I simply said "c'est la vie" and moved on with my life.
And I guess I want that to be my outlook on life. I fancy myself an optimist. I usually believe that good will come out of everything. And now that I'm a Christian, I know that God will make good come out of EVERYTHING. So why not just chill? Be content with life and how it happens?
Thus, "C'est La Vie."
I don't know if that makes sense at all. But it does to me! But apparently a lot of things make sense to me that don't make sense to others. Just ask my friends. I don't make sense to them at all.
I'm trying to become more responsible, so I figure that if I make myself post in this blog at least once a week, I'll slowly make it a habit. Then, I'll be responsible for something.
(Hey, you have to start somewhere.)
So let me tell you all a little about myself!
My name is Christina. I attend a small private school that I will refer to as Forest Drive Academy (so that I don't get anyone in trouble when I talk about it.) Just for the record, I will be using fake names a lot when I blog here. I learned the hard way that when talking about people is wrong, especially on the Internet. I don't plan on making this a gossip site, but I figure I'll change names when I talk about people just to be safe.
Remember, no one knows its you if I'm using a fake name. So don't freak out about it. The more you freak out, the more people will figure out that it's you. If you got a problem with it, come to me. I will have probably already come to you.
I will be a junior this year. I'm excited for school to begin. I'm excited for almost everything nowadays. It seems that God gives me a new vigor for life, one that I have never experienced! Not only does it fill me with a completely new energy that doesn't run out, it makes everything new. It creates a new world around me as I continue in my new life! And it's exhilarating.
I ramble a little when I get on the God subject. I do tend to write about Him a lot. I have trouble talking about Him, though. I have to work on that. Writing has always come easier than speaking. But public speaking doesn't bother me as much anymore.
Neither do heights! I love climbing. I love being up high! I love swimming. I love reading comic books. I love reading in general, almost anything. Except cheesy romance novels...or math books...or books with no plot (meaning most of the "teen" section in book stores.)
I believe that's enough about me, however. I could go on forever. I do tend to know a lot about myself. So until next time, stay awesome!
DFTBA,
Christina
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