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What Does Sasha Think?

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I have a vial of truth serum. (Do not ask why or how; I cannot tell you unless you are okay with me killing you.) What am I supposed to do with it? I went to all of the trouble of attacking the guards and infiltrating the systems of-shoot. I’ve said too much.

Anyway, my point is, I went to a lot of trouble to get it. But why?

The answer is quite simple, really. To ask my dog what she really thinks of me.

Now, this is (of course) assuming that the truth serum would, in addition to revealing the true thoughts in a person’s head, allow any non-human recipients to have the ability to speak. Or at least give me a transcript or something. I mean, of what use would it REALLY be, if it didn’t? It’s not like any sane person would allow you to give them truth serum. For all they know, YOU were lying and you aren’t just going to ask them about their true, deep feelings for you. NO, you’re planning on finding out who REALLY ate your Twinkie last week!

Moving on..

I am very insecure when it comes to my puppy, and while I know she loves me, I want to know what she’s thinking when she walks into my room and begins talking* to me. I want to know what’s going on in her mind when she’s been cuddling next to me for an hour while I read, and all of a sudden, without any movement from me or her beforehand, she gets up and switches to my sister’s bed.

Because all I’m feeling then is the sting of total cold-hearted rejection.

I want to know what causes her to jump up and bark at the wall for NO reason whatsoever.

What does my Sasha REALLY think of me?

For all I know, she really hates me and it’s all just a hoax to get more treats off of me! I feel like such a chump…

I swear, the truth WILL be made known.

-Faith

*Dog owners: You know what I mean by “talking”. The short, loud growl meant exclusively to make you look at your puppy. Our Sasha also likes to repeat the one word she’s been able to learn to “speak”: Mom (because whenever that word is said in our house, a response is given immediately) over and over again between growls.

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My Top 3 Favorite Bloggers(So Far…)

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Okay, so, I’ve seen some really great bloggers on here in the short time that I’ve been in the Blogging world, and I think I should give a few of my favorites a shoutout.

Before I begin, though, I must warn you: There is absolutely NO rhyme or reason to the types of blogs I read, and therefore you really shouldn’t expect that you’ll find all of one kind of blog on my blogroll. I can promise you this, though, you’ll see some pretty cool people.

My personal top favorite blog to read lately has been the website of miss Girl on the Contrary. I just love the fact that I don’t have to spend even ten minutes on her site in order to read quite a few really awesome posts. She really makes me laugh with her observations, and she tends to say a lot of the things I think before I really think much about it. I wholeheartedly recommend reading her site.

Another favorite: Improving Reality, One Story at a Time. I first saw this blog because I searched “short story” in the tag bar and found a really gripping, well thought out short story to read. Upon further reading, I saw quite a few other really cool posts on here. Really a great thinker, this woman. I highly recommend reading her blog.

And #3 on my top 3 blogs: TraBlogger. I read this guy’s blog because of the amazing pictures he posts of places and things around the world. It’s really awesome that he gets to see different cultures up close and personal, and he’s sharing that with us through his blog.

Now that’s my top 3 FAVORITE bloggers. (So far… I’m still reading. :D). (Oh, and that’s not including the Daily Post, which I guess technically counts, but it also technically doesn’t, since they’re the reason I’m posting this…)

If you want to see some of the other bloggers I enjoy, check out my Blogroll. As I’ve said, there’s no real rhyme or reason, I enjoy reading everything from mommy blogs to cooking blogs to music sites. But I’m sure you’ll find a great read on there. 🙂

-Faith

A Warning to the Readers…

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It has been one BUSY week for me, guys! I honestly kinda forgot this blog existed for a few days(You may laugh now). News flash to me: Schoolwork can get HARD some weeks!

So… confession time: I am WAY behind on the Blogging101 prompts, unsurprisingly.

WordPress world, get ready for some SERIOUS LiteraryFaith blogging! ;D

The World We Live In

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Loud.

The noise blocks all thought.

Phones.

TV.

iPods.

Websites.

Media.

Music.

Too much, too much to bear.

I’ll explode if it doesn’t stop.

Everybody absorbed, looking different ways.

They aren’t aware of each other.

How does this happen?

Life is a series of who likes my words, and who doesn’t.

I don’t want to be one person’s opinion.

I want to be ME.

But that’s so hard today.

What if I’m not liked?

What if I’m just too different?

What would they say then?

Should I care?

No.

No, I don’t care. I shouldn’t care.

I WILL NOT be one person’s opinion.

I WILL be ME.

I will say what I need to say, and If you don’t like it, say something different.

Say something that is YOU.

And don’t judge somebody else’s ME.

We all have flaws.

Insecurities.

Fears.

And we all have gifts.

Talents.

Loves.

We are PEOPLE, for heaven’s sake.

Why is that so hard to understand in the world we live in?

Don’t Judge a Theme By Its Cover… It Just May Surprise you.

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I’m doing some catching up on the Blogging 101 posts that I missed the past few days, and I picked out a new theme! After looking at 20+ themes that I was sure I’d hate, I have now picked out the very same one that I originally said I would “NEVER use.” because it was just so “Loud”. That just goes to show ya how little we really know about things when we judge by the cover and never really open the book.

What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar (Fiction)

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The heat was blinding as I trekked farther and farther away from the safety of my vehicle. Why did I do this? Nobody in their right mind would subject themselves to the threats of this wilderness. I took another step, and another, my energy waning all too quickly. Sweat poured in buckets from my head, and I could feel my exposed arms and face crisping in the sunlight.
It must’ve been 150 degrees out here, and me without so much as a bottle of water to quench my ever-growing thirst. It felt like miles I walked, without seeing a single indication of life.
Walking, walking, walking. Too far I had gone, too far to go. Would I make it? My life flashed before my eyes. I saw invitations to birthdays, Christmases, and baptisms, most of which I hadn’t gone to. Had I been too distant in my life? If I died here in this desert, would anybody miss me? Did anybody need me? I didn’t know anymore.

I made peace with my God, and I was listing the things that I wanted forgiveness for when I saw it, two feet away from me. My savior. The door to safety, my way out of this torture.

Thanking God and making a promise to continue our little chat later, I gratefully took the remaining step through the door to my local Walmart.

Siblings- Who Needs ‘Em?

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I am an evil, coldhearted person.

Or, at least, I would be. If I actually agreed with this post’s title. Confession time: There have been times, though, during some of the countless shouting matches my siblings and I have hosted, when I’ve thought or said that(and worse things)…and meant it. At the time.

Let’s get one thing straight: If you have siblings, you HAVE argued with them at some point. I don’t care WHO you are, you simply cannot argue the contrary.

Some of those arguments are because of the silliest things, though, aren’t they?

For example: The other day, I was in the living room reading, my sister on the couch petting the dog, and my brother playing video games on the floor below me, when suddenly some annoying sound started to bug me and I just could not focus on my book. I looked up, ticked, to see what it was, and realized that it was my brother breathing. Yes, you heard me correctly. I was annoyed by my brother’s breathing. Ya know, that thing you do, converting carbon dioxide to oxygen in order to provide life-giving air to SURVIVE. Yup, I was irritated by my brother’s version of that. So I did the only logical thing one can do in that situation. I told him to stop. (All right, all together now, ladies and gentlemen, one… two… three… FACE. PALM) I won’t even continue that story, because it only gets dumber from there.

Another example: This morning, when I picked up one of those giant air-filled balls that they keep in a giant net at Wal-Mart off of our floor and started tossing it at the wall, only to get it knocked out of my hand and then thrown at my head by my brother. This, of course, started a not-so-friendly throwing war for the next five minutes. I swear, had we had any lamps in that room, they would’ve been broken.

There was also the time, a few years ago, when my sister (whose chore is doing the laundry)put a sock that wasn’t mine on my bed, and I tossed it back, saying so. She disagreed, but after a short argument she took it, and that night I found it under my pillow. I could’ve just given it to my mother, because I think that’s whose it was. But then what, in my childish mind, would I have proven? And so the silent war between my sister and I started, where every other night or so for a few months one of us found this mystery sock somewhere in our things. Sometimes it was somewhere obvious like in the pillowcase, but sometimes it was hidden in a book or something, and then it took a few days to find it. Just long enough for the enemy side to think the war was over, that the opponent had retreated. One day, I actually found it tacked to the shower wall. Oh, the things we do.
To this day, I have no idea what happened to that sock. It must have gotten lost in translation.

These things are just a sample of the dumb arguments my siblings and I get into. (And really, you should be glad you don’t have to hear the others…It gets pretty stupid.)

Isn’t it funny, though, how you can be angry as ever at siblings one minute, and the next be laughing together at absolutely nothing? Don’t tell them this, but I really do love my brother and sister. Without them, I’d have nobody to practice debate with. I wouldn’t have someone to stay up till 2 AM chatting with. I wouldn’t have somebody to teach me how to play Halo and all those other video games. (And to give my character a good smack in the face when I screw up for the whole team.) Without my siblings, I wouldn’t be the writer I am today.

Who needs siblings? I do.
What about you? What are some of the stupidest arguments you’ve gotten into with siblings, parents, spouses, or any family members, really? Think about that for a second. Comment it, if you want. Maybe write a post about it. (If you do, comment a link. I’d seriously love to hear that I’m not the only one who gets into those dumb arguments…)

-Faith

My Sister Handed Herself Over To The NSA. (Facebook Is Out To Get Us)

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Facebook. We all know the site. That blue-and-white interface. The instant messaging system that tells you who’s really offline and who’s just ignoring your message. The News Feed, giving you information about all of your friends’ days at a glance. Ah, the joys of waiting anxiously to see who will like your post or selfie, and wondering why that special He or She didn’t.

Now, don’t take what I’ve said so far or what I will say to mean that I don’t like Facebook. I actually do; generally speaking. It’s the main way I keep in touch with my friends and family across the country; so I won’t exactly riot Facebook Headquarters or anything. But I would like to say a few things about the “personal information gatherer” website.

Notice the term “Personal Information Gatherer”? Yeah. I meant that seriously. (Ish.) Do you have any idea how much we know about our friends and family that we probably shouldn’t? I’ll give you a hint: A lot. I’ll not get into details, but let me say this:

Did you EVER need to see that picture of your grandma in a swimsuit? Do you really care if your uncle got a new car…again? Do you REALLY want to see all of those tantalizing pictures of other people’s selfishly delicious dinners? (I mean, really! They’re starting to make me feel bad about my favorite cereal-for-dinner ritual!) And honestly girls, do you think anyone (besides your mom) REALLY cares about your 287th selfie?

They’re not TAKING the information from us, though. There is no fight. They simply ask politely, and we WILLINGLY tell them everything about us! Where we’re going for lunch, when we’re on vacation, when we have our next dentist appointment, etc. They make it look like fun, so even the strongest of us feel like we “have” to sign up, tell Facebook everywhere we’ve been, everywhere we plan to go, everything we’ve done and are going to do. We just let it all spill. We’ve told them dates, phone numbers, names, and don’t even get me STARTED on addresses, credit card information, and bank accounts.

It just plain doesn’t make sense.

But yet everybody loves it.

Even I fell under the spell. I heard all about how awesome it was, back when I was too young to be allowed to participate, and when I was 13 I jumped at the chance to create my very own Facebook and tell the world everything it never wanted to know about me.

It seemed like, for a while, my little sister was the only one of my family members who had any sense left in her. She didn’t see the point of her getting online just to tell people things they don’t care about. Even when she turned 13 and was allowed by our parents to get her own Facebook, she didn’t. She just didn’t want to share her personal life online.

She was the smart one.

But then one day, I logged on to see that I had a new friend request. From none other than-drum roll please- my little sister. She had, as she put it, “Given herself over to the NSA.” because “They already knew me from my family, how much more could I tell them?” And she had a point. Facebook’s magic had pulled many a tale and photograph about my sister out of me and my parents, into its database’s grasp.

Only one more kid to go, and then our whole family will be goners.

Talk to you guys later.

Maybe.

-Faith.

(Okay, so I don’t actually think my family members are goners or anything. I also don’t think that Facebook is really out to get us, per se. But you’ve gotta see a point in some of that. We do tend to give a bit too much information to websites like Facebook, Twitter, and the like. And sometimes you’ve got to stop and think when you’re about to post something to those websites: “Is this REALLY necessary? Do I need to tell this to everyone? How could this affect me in the long run?” Maybe in the future you’ll be glad you did. )

Who Am I? What Do I Want To Do?

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I’ve just started this shiny new blog, and now a question faces me. One that it is imperative to answer to continue with creating my blog:

Who Am I?

Sometimes that can be a pretty hard question to answer. Now, in the literal sense, the question “Who am I?” Is pretty simple. I am Faith Thompson, homeschooled teen writer. Easy enough, right? But who am I inside?

When I was seven, I wrote my first “book”. I was SO proud of that 5 pieces of blue construction paper taped together with about 10 sentences and countless stick-figure pictures to illustrate. I titled it “Jermy’s Dog” (about Jeremy’s dog, of course.) and I showed it to everybody, telling them that I was going to get it published like my all of my favorite authors. Of course, I didn’t. But from then on, writing was my favorite thing, next to reading everything I could get my hands on. I wrote my first “real” chapter book at eleven, and I decided that I wanted to be a “professional writer”. Two years ago I discovered poetry. Though I am a far cry from a “real” poet, poetry has been my rock, the thing that I fall back on when I have nowhere else to turn in bad moments. I turn my bad days into beauty through writing, and that’s what I love about it.

So what happens when I try to put my stories, poems, essays, and my general thoughts on paper?

This blog is what happens. This is Faith…Literally. Welcome. Allow me to tell you what you can expect when reading my blog.

I want to accomplish, by writing publicly vs writing in private journal or something, a few things.

I want to:

  • Share my thoughts and writings with the world.
  • Hear other people’s opinions on the things of the world in general.
  • Learn to be a better writer.
  • Make some friends in the writing world.
  • Contribute my own ideas and writing techniques to the writing/blogging community
  • Just plain have fun writing! 😀

I’m really excited to learn everything I can about writing through the Blogging 101 course, and I hope that I can learn even more about writing, you, and me as time wears on and I continue with my blog.

Hopefully,

-Faith