oops. My downfall.

I made a mistake.

A big, fat mistake.

It can be overcome, but it's going to take a while to rectify the situation.

I need some sympathy here, people.

Are you so curious as to know what my mistake was?
...well, I'll tell you.

My mistake is still staring me in the face and I don't know what to do.

SO, here's what happened.

One Year Later.

It's been over a year now, blog!

(play celebratory music)

One. Whole. Year.

That's a long time to be posting. Do you know how many things have come and gone within the past year? So many fads and trends.
Well, this blog is still very much alive.

This blog is still hot stuff. *rolls eyes*

My very first post was a top ten list of things running through my mind. I think, for old time's sake, I'll do it again.
...later.

And to all you crazy awesome readers who are so lovely as to commentate on my commentary of life, thank you! Commentary is great. Commentary on commentary? Even better. 
I must say, I really do appreciate you. Thanks for sticking around.

We don't have that here:

Excellence.

So, blog readers, I have a confession about my character.

It's a weird paradox of sorts.

I admit that I can be über-motivated and competitive. A serious go-getter. Between Mary and Martha in the Bible [see the story here], I'm mostly a busy-bee Martha. I like doing things to help, and I get annoyed by people who are seemingly "dead weight".

 On the flip side, I can be chillaxed to an infuriating degree. When I feel daunted by a task, or I don't feel like pursuing it, I'm simply mediocre. I annoy myself with apathy.

 I never wanted to be an all-or-nothing sort of person, yet here I am with this dilemma.

a basic truth with radical implications

I woke up with a terribly simple thought on my mind.

So simple, like Sunday School basic, yet my little brain couldn't grasp it very well.

I'll attempt to elaborate.

I'm sure everyone out there has a person who has hurt them/annoys them in some way. At least, you might have someone that you don't like very much at all.
(If you don't, well, great for you! You don't need to read this. You can leave.)
 Sadly, I have some peoples of whom I am not a fan. They're like burrs in my shoe (don't worry, it's not you). God has been working on me ever-so-slowly.

I'll use an old example:

rain, running, rest

Weekend? Where did you go?

Umm, come back. I need a good long nap (again)

The past few days I have felt so tired. I don't think it's anything I've done; maybe it's just the weather. This weekend was gray and drizzly, which makes for awesome sleeping/reading/chillaxing weather.

Also, I got to wear my ugly boots and polka dotted orange raincoat! Rainy days let me look tacky without people thinking I'm too weird. 

Here are the boots. Cowboy+fall leaves+rubber = these: 

because I'm awake.

You know when you've been riding in the car, and the rhythms of the road begin to lull you into an utterly sleepy stupor?

Ah, yes.

Well, that happened to me tonight as we drove the three hours back from my Aunt and Uncle's house.
So peaceful.
The vibrations and noises of the road combined with the darkness and my sleepiness totally turned me into a hibernating Kenzie.

But then, we stopped, the hum of the engine left, and doors were noisily opened. I fumbled, squinted at the overhead lights, collected what luggage I could, and lugged it into the house (that MUST be how luggage was named). I had to make another trip to the car, since I am such an over-packer.

By then, the magical feeling of sleep had all but disappeared.

I need it back.
Badly.

Books...and bookwormishness

So, my posts have been really long as of late.
I don't mean for them to be so overwhelmingly detailed and rambly, I assure you.  I'll work on keeping them to the point.

I'm just assuming you're a fast reader, that's all. It's a compliment.
*wink*

Creative spring fever

Yesterday, I felt creative.
I also had a desire to do some spring cleaning.

The desire to clean comes in waves for me.
I always have a hint of OCD (others make fun of me for it), and I like to be organized. I really do.

But sometimes, it feels like too much of a burden to care if everything is truly tidy or not. Life gets busy, and I feel like I don't have time, especially for my bedroom.
Yesterday, it was a weird joy of sorts to clean. To have things TIDY and PRETTY was an awesome feeling.

After taking care of basic cleaning, (dusting, vacuuming, etc. I'm sure you know what that means, so I shouldn't have to explain it, but I did, and now I'm over-using parenthesis. So sorry.), I embarked on some projects:

*insert inspiring quote*

I quite agree with what J.R.R. Tolkien had to say about critics, even though he was referring to an actual published book and not a blog. It still works, at any rate:

"Some who have read it,
or at any rate reviewed it,
      have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible;
and
I have no cause to complain,
              for I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kind of writing that they evidently prefer."

Way to stick it to the man, J.R.R.!

Updated: This about sums me up

(Blogger was being a goober yesterday, as I thought I could schedule a post and not write anything today...but it didn't work out. So, I've updated today's post) 


I've taken the ORA personality test about four times over the past two years. My results have always been VERY similar, if not the same. I figure that the fourth time should be the charm for me. 


The test decided that I was extroverted. I've always considered myself a very social introvert. Well, when it comes to my emotions, I'm an introvert. A MAJOR introvert. But I guess I seem extroverted-ish, in the fact that I talk to other humans. 
It also decided that I was intuitive, thinking and organizing. Whatever that means.


I've been stuck in a box by the man. 


Here's what the profilers have to say about me.