Writing, Life's Meaning, and Jars of Clay

Random Awesomeness Teenager Section (RATS)

(The part where those who do not laugh or cry just roll their eyes.)  



So... hi. 


In case you couldn't tell, this is the amazingly amazing start to my very first blog-post, as I am a friend of the Quintins' and do... not... have... an... actual... blog... GASP! ATLEASTNOTYET! Hopefully this will turn out great.

Anyways. (See? This is my "Reporter Font", aka awesomeness font.)

How are you, Internet Surfer, Friend, Giant Squid/Pine-Tree mutant, whoever or whatever you are? It is very nice to meet you and nice that you have not clicked the "close" button on this tab yet. (If you have, then you are not reading this, are you? No, didn't think so.)

Today, I am going to write about... (drumroll) WRITING!

Wow. AmAZing.

For those out there in the world who do not know me (this probably means you), my name is Anthea and I am a friend of the Quintins (who, bytheway, are the people who started this blog and are awesome in every way imaginable except that they are sometimes too awesome for their own good). I like (in no particular order) soccer, piano, carrots, swimming, climbing, reading, adventures, decorating, blahing with my friends, languages, txting, being outside, being with people, dance, youth group (where we have had conversations about, besides the amazing and perfect Word of God and His amazing love for us and Him dying and coming back to life, conquering death so we could be with Him in bliss forever: unicorns, Doctor Who, and German Chocolate), potlucks, building/creating, dogs, photography, and writing.

WRITING !?! Wait, stop! Writing is BORING! 

Too late. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!



Section One: Opinion (Read Complaining) Section
   
See, we all have great experiences in life, and we all have not so great experiences in life. Writing is a way to impact others with your worldview, change lives, all that junk. And it is pretty much just plain fun. On paper.

Literally. Because once you have it (at least started) on paper, all the hard work is DONE (besides, you know, all the income tax forms on the heaping amounts of money you are receiving every day from your finished book.) All that work- over with (pretty much). But writing is very, very, VERY(!!!) hard to get started. Because, if you have ever written anything (or started), you know that, besides keeping the readers' interests, you need to keep your own. To keep you going so you can find out, as the writer, what happens next. And you don't want to be just any old writer, you want to create a masterpiece. A Mona Lisa, not a splash of black paint on lined paper. When you are a writer, you typically read a lot, and your expectations grow with each title you finish- you have to make something brilliant, but you don't know how.  WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

TA-da.



Section Two: The Philosophical (read Mushy) Section
 
It is now summer (YAYYYYYYY!!!) for me (except math: blech, right?). I would like to write a book, go bungee-jumping, or build a raft. I want to do SOMETHING with my LIFE! And thousands of others, who have also been stuck in school all year, expecting bliss to come with summer, now have the same boredom. A wise man probably once said that boredom is because of lack of imagination. Maybe the world is losing its creativity, I don't know. And it isn't like I haven't done anything (I totally have this summer.) Yet the days go by so fast, and there isn't a slow down switch. Or is there?

Maybe, just maybe, the more we do things, the more our lives are filled up, the more we fill up our lives, the less time we get. The more we do, the faster time runs. But if we slow down doing so many things, as we take a rest and enjoy life, time gets a breather. And we have more of it.

(Really mushy part)
Then, we begin to wonder, why was I doing all those things anyways? The meaningless ones at least. And as we start to rout out the meaningless, the trash, the unnecessary, layer by layer, we find, in a treasure trunk labeled "Awesomeness" what actually matters to us. What is full of meaning, what we want in our lives. Meaningful.

WOW. People, you should be crying right now. 




Section Three: Seriousness. (Ha!)

My absolute favorite song for FOREVER (meaning the next twenty-four hours) is

JARS OF CLAY: Boys (Lesson One)

Except I don't think this only applies to boys. It is to everyone in one way or another. You should listen to it. Right now. Yes, seriously, NOW. Unless you are about to perform brain surgery, in which case, why are you even reading this anyways? 


Amazing quotes: 


Trail mix is just M & M's with obstacles in it.
The Sentient Lobsters! (Pals in Peril: Agent Q)
Intense.
Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!(The Hobbit)
The Angels have the Phone Box. (Blink, Doctor Who)
I am calling Captain America's publisher. (My friend, Rachel. Oh, teenage angst. Gotta love it.)
And, "God Is Love." (The Bible)



Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. My very first blog post.
  That's all, Folks!
Toodles