I Can't Carry it For you Mr. Frodo, But I Can Carry You!

"I can't carry it for you you Mr. Frodo, but I can carry you!" -Sam Wise Gamgi (Lord of the Rings).

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention." -Sean O'Connel. (Walter Mitty)

"Father, please forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." -Jesus (The Bible).

I like to pretend I'm Sam from the Lord of the Rings.  I act out his lines many times in the bathroom when no one is seeing.  (Sometimes I choose the larger stall in a public restroom just so I have more space to act)  And I frequently say to my friend Squimp when ever she's holding something, "I can't carry it for you Mr. Frodo, but I can carry you!"  Then I do.  I'm not sure how much she appreciates it, but it makes me feel heroic all the same!

Although Frodo's a hero and a great character, Sam is the real hero.  He's loyal.  Brave.  Humble. Cute.  I'd rather be a side kick like Sam then a hero and get all the glory.

I like to say that.  You do too.

And I've just come to the realization: I'm Frodo.  

It's dirt to be Frodo.  Always in trouble.  Always getting saved by my friends, not vise versa.  Always putting others in trouble.  Always thinking I know what's right.  And being dreadfully wrong.  Receiving praise even though I don't deserve it.  

Being Frodo comes on naturally, like a habit.  My life wraps around, "Poor me.  I have to carry the ring.  Poor me.  I must be pretty humble!  Poor me."  But Sams attitude is very opposite.  Some times I wonder if Sam gets so fed up with Frodo that he wants to give up on him.  But he doesn't, no matter how bad Frodo messes up.

Sean O'Connell says, "Beautiful things don't ask for attention."

Dang it!

I hate that sentence!

I want to be beautiful and I want everyone to see it!  But when I look at it from a distance, it looks like the song 'Ready or Not' by Britt Nicole.  The very first line is, "I like to cover my shine!" and the album is a glowing picture of her in a bright sharply dress.  Hair blowing in the fake breeze.

I can't say I'm any better, but I am better at covering up when I lie.

But it's true.  The most humble people I can think of are the most beautiful people I've ever known, and I don't even know if they realize it!  I want to be like that.



Oh, right.  If you're curious about the new Jungle Book movie:
Entertaining.  Kind of dumb.
The dialog was pretty cheesy, and some parts reminded me of Air Buddies.  But the action was exciting enough to almost make me look past that.  Acting (or, actor) was not the best.  Tolerable I suppose.  Most of the characters were not very likable/relatable, but I really liked Baloo, I thought they did a great job with him.
I'm not exactly a fan of movies created from older (better) movies, so I had to compare it with the old Jungle Book which dampened by view on it even more.
On a scale from 1 to 10, I'd give Jungle Book a 4.   

Tragic Deaths, Jesus Freaks, Peanuts, and Probably the Most Random Post I Have Ever Written

Random thing #1

Seems like when ever life is particularly good, something tragic happens.  Or in this case, something fictionally tragic.  Literally three wonderful people in my life died in the last two days.

Its awful.  It's Unfair.  

Halfway through reading Cinder from the Luner Chronicles.  The tragedy was unexpected, and I lay in horror, forcing my self to not read another chapter because it was already late.

In my already somber state of mind, I pick up Anne of Green Gables.  I saw it coming, having seen the movie before hand, but mourned pitifully.  I finished the book.  How dare they destroy my dear character and expect me to like the book?  And the worst part is that I fell in love with it.  Cruelty.

About twenty minutes ago I finished watching Captains Courageous.  What possessed me to want to watch that, I'll never know.  I think I liked this character better then those two combined! Yet (I'm sorry to say) it was necessary.  I don't like it when characters come back to life unless it had to happen.  When good characters die for a good purpose, it's because they had to.  As much as I love Loki.......It sort of ruined it for me. 

Then there are characters that are meant to come back to life for the better.  Actually for the better.  Like snow white, or Gandalf, or Jesus.  Except Jesus isn't a fictional character.

                                                                                  Random thing #2

Ever heard the Jesus Freak song by dc Talk?  I've had a burst of Jesus Freakishness in the last few days.

I wasn't feeling like praying or reading the bible or singing 'Jesusy songs,' and some peoples methods of worship sort of creep me out.  Like I should be falling on my knees and stuff, or else people wont think I'm a christian.  I hadn't felt like praying, 2nd Samuel is a bit interesting but depressing to know that a perfect guy like David was such a dweeb, all the christian songs I've been hearing have no depth to them.  I wonder why generic songs like that are so popular, it's embarrassing.

I asked God to show me something that would spark me into having more faith in him.

He not only did that in one night, but answered many of my questions too.  About three minutes after waking up from a dream, I snatched my note book and spilled all my guts, thanking God.  It was like he took me to the future in my dream, and reviled himself to me as if the world had ended, if we took away the world, what he would look like.  And its really really really cool.  I saw what worshiping looked like, and I've been hoping with it ever sense.

I can now say that I am an official dweeb-ish Jesus Freak.

Random fact #3

This one is really really deep.

Movie review on the Peanuts movie:

Adorable.  Funny.  It has a mix of it's own plot and plots from the old movies, they pulled it off really well.  

It's about Charley Brown and his efforts on gaining self confidence from his looser-like state, and winning the Little Red Haired Girls affections.

On a scale from 1 to 10, I would give Peanuts a 10.

If You're Wondering What a Girls Birthday Party Looks Like...

There are many kinds of birthday party's.  Small ones.  Big ones.  Simple ones.  Complicated ones.  Sparkly ones.  Boring ones.  Supersize ones.  Ones you felt obligated to have but didn't really want.
But being a teen aged girl and having a birthday party is a very different thing all together.  Some times I wish I could put my self in the shoes of the people watching me and my friends, and see what they thing of us.  My most effective way of doing that is to make a comic about it.


A Girls Birthday Party 
Crazy vill Kids

                                              

   

Sentenced

Ever been convinced that you were going to die today?  Or maybe you were convinced suddenly that someone else was going to die really soon?  I have more then usual now, probably because of the play I'm in (Our Town) and the book I'm writing (I Wonder If I'll Die Today).  I think it's a good thing to remember, so if you feel like being sentimental with me, grab a cup of coffee and read on.  (Coffee makes everything better.  Including this poem).

                                      SENTENCED 

Floor beneath is cold.

Cold as death.

I shake like old.

Misty breath, 

I say goodbye to every puff,

Every breath is just enough 

For now, I'm just as well dead.

I want to cry as I wait,

The seconds strike my coming fate,

I can't escape.

I know it's too late.

God must be cruel to put me here,

Too scared to even wipe a tear,

To end my life while full of fear.

Every resounding second is a gun shot to the head,

And for those sixty seconds, my fear is blood red.

And then a voice,

So calm it sang,

Through my growing dread.

He sat across the cell from me,

Thorns around his head.

Five more minutes till my death.

Five more minutes to use my breath.

Five minutes to sing with the man in the cell,

What will happen, 

I can't tell.

Perhaps die alone and go to hell.

Human as I,

I deserve that fate.

But I have five minutes.

And its not too late.