I'm out of poetic phrases.

I spend time reading other people's blogs. It makes me realize even more that my words on this blog are not eloquent or sophisticated. I can't spell. My grammar is atrocious.

It makes me wonder, how can I feel so limited when writing on a blog and feel so at home when writing lyrics by my piano? It's beyond me.

Newsflash: for those of you who have refused to believe it, being smart is gold. Good grades get you money. So, yea, when the time comes I'll flash around my 97% on a test if that means they'll pay my way through school come graduation.

Hehe, I think I know where I want to go to University. Isn't that exciting?

K

You may not think it's much, but from where I'm standing it looks amazing.

I always seem to write better when I have music playing in the background. Today there is no music in the background. Don't really know why, just wanted some silence.

As usual there are a million different thoughts running through my head. Only a few I feel like sharing.

What is the point of Ezekiel? I mean the book in the bible. I'm reading it, and finding it incredibly tedious. Basically what I've gotten so far is that God is sending all these messages through Ezekiel to the nation of Israel. God wants them to turn from their wickedness lest he destroy them. I'm not done the book yet, and I'm wondering if it just goes on the same way or if it drastically changes at the end. I'm not sure.

I'll let you know. Or you can read it yourself if you want.

K

The Pursuit of Teen Girl Purity

Check out this Time Magazine article. I think these celebrations are really unique and special in today's culture.

"I don't feel like I need to seek a man. I will be found."

What do you think?

K

Also, the future seems a little bit more real now than it did a week ago.*

*That's a good thing.

It's dark outside.

It's hard to figure out how I relate to the world as a 17 year old daughter of God.
And I'm finding that in the real world I stick out like a sore thumb as a Christian.
But not simply just a Christian, but a girl that is passionate about what she believes.
My entire mindset and lifestyle is different than the people around me.

I like to think that I make people think.
But I think I'd rather stick out than blend in.

K

Trust.

I finally have time again.
I have time to paint.
I have time to read.
I have time to do my nails.
I have time to play basketball for an hour if I want.
I have time to catch up on my scrapbooking.
I have time.
And that is something I haven't had in a long time.

There's really no way to reach me.

Have you ever had it where you feel that a random stranger keeps on glancing your way. And so you look back only to see if they're still staring. Then all of a sudden it becomes this awkward game that you're both playing. Trying to be coy. When really it's just all in your head. That happened to me today. I'm not making much of it.

What else is there to write?
This summer looks a lot different.
Sometimes it's lonely being 17.

At the same time. I don't want to wish away my life.
Hoping to be a year older; two even.
I guess it's just because I'm surrounded by people that are older than me.
It seems to be the story of my summer.

I'm enjoying my job though!

My nose is sunburned.

My first week of work has come to an end. I must say that Friday ran MUCH smoother than Tuesday did. By this time I know what all my classes are, and which kids (first and last names) are in each of my classes. Well, not all of the last names, but we're close. The 3 and a half hours of instructing in the pool in the morning is seeming shorter and more bearable than it did the first day. I'm getting to know the swim staff I work with. We laugh a lot. And I'm getting tanned.

It's not all hunky dory though. Some of the kids I teach are not in the right level. We as swim staff however, can do nothing about this. We can do nothing because the parents of the kids at the camp would get upset if we demote their kid four levels because they can't do front crawl. Demoting them, however, would teach them more and would be more safe in the long run. So I'm stuck teaching my level 4's front glides instead of front crawl and making sure my level 5's don't sink. It's a little bit messy, but at least we have a lot to do.

Anyways, I'm enjoying myself. I really do enjoy teaching swimming.

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I've discovered that summer is about doing things you enjoy that you would never have time to do during the year. Like painting. Or going to Marble Slab. Or watching 2 episodes What not to Wear in a row. Or getting a tan.

Person with the best tan is swim staff of the summer!

I'm currently watching Canada Day fireworks from my computer room window while my eyes slowly droop closed. I can hear the 'pop's' even from this distance. I'm exhausted. First day of work today.

This summer I'm working at a summer day camp at a country club as a swimming instructor/lifeguard. I got to work this morning at the required time, 8:45, still unaware of what classes I was teaching come 9:20 a.m. The lists were still being put together. So the other 12 swim staff and myself frantically tried to figure out which kids were in which level for the next 4 hours or so. It didn't run smoothly, but we did a decent job for the information we started with. A few times the kids didn't even get into the water for more than 5 minutes. After 50 kids arrive five minutes late, have to still lay their towels out and take off their shoes and socks, and then figure out what instructor they're with, you can imagine that 30 minutes is practically done.

After our morning instructional my friends and I went down to the center of camp to have our lunch break, only to find out that we had to go straight to the indoor pool and start guarding because the youngest kids had already finished their lunches. We spent the next few hours chaotically guarding hundreds of kids at a play swim. To top it all off, near the end of the day, one of the kids made a floater in the pool. I got picked up at 4p.m., came home, showered, and headed off to family dinner at my grandparents. Right now, I've eaten so much good food I feel like I'm going to explode; that and I'm so tired.

This is my summer. Tomorrow will run smoother. I know it.
I'm going to sleep.

Kirstyn