Monthly Archives: June 2015

Ode To Netflix

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Who never fails to jump right in

When things don’t go my way

I’ll hide with you, dear Netflix,

And life’ll be OK.

Even on good days,

When I celebrate,

I do so with your aid.

Oh, Netflix, dear, dear Netflix.

Let’s honor the glory you’ve made.

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You’re everyone I want you to be

You consist of geeky fandoms

And my fake reality,

The Doctor has arrived

He will always save the day.

Merlin (secretly) helps Arthur

Could it be any other way?

Make it so, the Captain says,

And they whiz across the black

At the click of a button I save the world

Netflix… you did that.

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Now, I admit, you’ve had your faults

All those movies you chose to release

That nobody ever heard of.

or cared to see, at least.

You bored us for a while

Made us think your good was through.

You even scared the fangirls

By threatening Doctor Who.

But the movies were removed,

And The Doctor still remains.

You even added Friends,

So the parents want to pay.

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So I thank you, dearest TV show service,

For helping me through every boring phase.

The times when so little was going on,

Without you I’d have READ, for days!

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Oh dearest, Netflix,

You can do no wrong,

Inventor of binge-watching pride,

I salute you, darlingest Netflix.

May forever your flag fly high.

Random Acts of Weirdness

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Random acts of kindness. You’ve likely witnessed one before. You’re in line at Starbucks behind a few other people, the person currently at the register hands a piece of paper to the cashier, whispers something to him, and leaves. The line moves up. You listen to the woman in front of you order her coffee, and when she goes to pay you hear the cashier tell her that it’s already paid for by the man before her, and he hands her the piece of paper he was given by the benefactor.

Maybe you’ve been the generous person to pay for somebody else’s drink, or food, or heck- even somebody’s groceries.

Maybe you’ve been on the receiving end of one of these acts.

Random acts of kindness affect everybody. It’s an amazing thing that really proves to me that people still care for each other. That we’re all still in this together, and nobody’s ever alone.

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Recently my friend (let’s call her Merida) and her sister (how about Rapunzel for her) were at Target shopping when a couple of girls about their age approached them with four Starbucks drinks, offering one to each of the sisters.

“Why?” Merida asked them, not a little confused by this odd gift.

One of the girls smiled, re-positioning the Starbucks cups she was holding.”Well, we got too many of the wrong kind by accident. We didn’t want good coffee to go to waste, right? So we’ve been walking around looking for someone to give these to.”

The other girl spoke up: “Yeah, and you guys looked…well, like us, and we figured you’d like them. Sorry if we’re weirding you out, I swear we didn’t, like, poison them or anything. And we didn’t drink them yet either.”

Rapunzel and Merida glanced at each other warily and then took the free Starbucks drinks, thanking the girls and walking away fairly happily.

The sisters died of food poisoning two days later.

Okay, so I admit I was kidding about that last part. Merida and Rapunzel enjoyed the free Starbucks, finished their shopping and continued about their lives, healthy and breathing as always. No tricks played. Just a couple of girls who decided to bless someone with their mistake instead of throwing it away, like most people would do.

My question for you: Would you do the same thing those stranger girls did for Merida and Rapunzel? I’m sure it was awkward for them, and to be honest it wasn’t even a huge deal, just a couple of frappes. Nobody would’ve missed them if they were simply thrown away and forgotten about. And yet the girls still gave.

That’s a pretty cool act of kindness right there, those girls took extra, unplanned time out of their day to do this. To bless somebody with a Starbucks drink. (which, in my mind, is TOTALLY equal to happiness. These girls were giving away HAPPINESS, people. STARBUCKS BRAND RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES AND HAPPINESS. Why couldn’t I have been there when this was happening???)

Would you do the same thing they did?

The Bees

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It’s the quickest ones

They sting hard when they’re spoken

And stay forever.

Never truly heal

May get better, be okay.

But I’m always scarred.

Everybody hurts.

The bees, they strike everyone.

Never relenting.

We have power, though.

Power to just love instead.

Destroy our own hive.

Bees, they live always

We can’t stomp them out for good

But always we love.

The “C” Word

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I’m about to say a dirty word. One that I never dared say until this past spring. A dark, mean, horrible, intimidating word.

College. *Insert Psycho music here*

Just the sound of the word makes me shudder. It’s such a huge thing in my mind, and something I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with for at least another year. I thought I had time.

Had.

As fate would have it, my local community college happens to offer concurrent enrollment, essentially a chance for a high school junior or senior–me–to start gaining college credit whilst simultaneously completing their remaining high school work.

I guess I should look at this as a good thing. I’m basically doing almost half the schoolwork for twice the credit that I would get otherwise, and getting two years of college and an Associates out of the way before I’m even eighteen. Good, right? Great, even. Awesome.

So why am I unsure about it?

It’s not that I don’t think I’ll do well or anything. I believe academically I’d be absolutely fine. Great, even. I’ve been doing college-level work in school for quite some time now. I guess it’s more of the idea of college being a “grown up” thing, in my mind. Something that you do when you’re ready to be an adult.

And…to be honest… I’m not. I am by NO means ready to be an adult, and college is this huge step that feels like it’s pushing me that way, and fast. I’m at a point now where I need to make a plan for my-here comes another freaky word-future. I need to narrow down interests and talents to what I can plausibly make a living from. I need to learn things that will benefit whatever path I choose, and help it along.

Oh, did I mention I need to choose a career path?

Yeah. I don’t even fully know who I am now, let alone who I’ll be in two, five, ten, fifteen, or twenty years from now. How can I be expected to make such a huge decision that will affect all future versions of me when I’m still in one of the dumbest, least knowledgeable stages of my life? For all I know, future me has NO interest whatsoever in web design. Future Faith could hate writing, or singing, or music in general. I could pick and pursue a path now that could be useless to me in twenty years.

And it all starts right now, with the “C” word.

This is gonna be fun.

-Faith

The Epic Return Of Faith

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Aloha beauties! Guess what? I’m back, and better than ever! did you miss me

Okay…that’s a bit of an overstatement. Yes, I’m back. Probably not much better than before, though. Apologies for that tragedy.

Anyway, I guess I owe any readers I still may have an explanation for the sudden MIA status. Long story short, there were some personal issues I was going through, I took a break to sort it out, and now I have returned. And boy, am I glad to be back. You have no idea how much I missed blogging, though I really wasn’t at it for too long.

Now to spend the next few hours checking up on what’s changed here at WordPress.

Love to you all *Kisses*

Faith