Scam

So, today somebody called our home number.
My mom picked up the phone.
And the man on the other line proceeded to tell us that we had won a number of prizes and that all we needed to do was to pick up what we had won somewhere in Woodbridge at 5pm on Saturday (or something along those lines.)

My mom had to leave the house though, so she couldn't talk to him very long. He said he would call back.

By the time he called back this evening, my mom had looked online and found that this guy was in fact a scam artist.
Sure enough, he called back.
My mom answered the phone and said, "Sir, I know you are a scam. I found you online. If you call us again I will call the police. I know where you are, and I will send them to you"

The other side of the line went quiet, and it changed to speakerphone.
I could hear a lady on the other end quietly saying, "The police?!"
Nobody really said anything for a minute.
My mom said again that she would call the police to put an end to their scamming.

The man on the other end of the line swore at my mom and hung up.

Yup.

K

My heart's not a trophy

New song ideas are cool.
I'm actually writing a lot these days.
I've got three songs in the works.

It seems that God's still giving me stuff about 'The Heart'
Which is also the title of my debut album.

I think I love poetry.
But I simply love it more when it's put to music.

(BTW. The concert is on Saturday April 18th at 7pm in the Commons at TDCH)

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I like 2nd period spare. It feels like I'm being wonderfully rebellious. Having a spare. Which must sound strange.
Yesterday I felt like I should be in class. Doing something.
Only to remember that for 80 min every day I am accountable to no body but myself.
It's great.
Mind you, I'll probably spend 95% of my semester doing Calculus homework in spare.
It's still lovely.

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But seriously, come to the concert.
I'll start officially advertising at the end of February/beginning of March

K

It's the beginning of a new semester.
I have a spare.
I'm in drama.
Bio and Advanced Functions are done.

Life is good.

We'll see how this one goes.
Last one.
It's gonna go fast.

A breath of fresh air.

Please don't get caught up in perfection.
If you were perfect, you wouldn't need me.

I love you.
I love you the way you are.

Believe me when I say that I'm good.
I'm good to you.

Let's take this one day at a time.
You and me together.
Hand in hand.

I feel beautiful...

When I'm dancing during worship.


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What about you?

I am in a jolly good mood.

It's officially Thursday afternoon.
And I am officially done my exams.

Semester 2 is going to be amazing!

Come June, I'm going to be so proud of myself. Probably more than ever before.

I feel like finally there's some purpose in exams this year. Well, of course.

I don't like study days.

But, I figure that I am SO fortunate to even have study days. To even be able to go to school.

Man.

Come June, I'll have accomplished something huge.

You may not think it's big, but I think that graduating high school is something to be proud of.

Btw. Take a listen to Eric Hutchinson.
He's got some serious tunes going on.

Fond of you.

I guess he's just one of those guys that your heart never really forgets.

January:

• Exams
• Finish Semester 1

March

• Service trip to Honduras

April

• 18th Birthday
• Debut CD release concert
• Freshwind!

May

• Upper Level Drama production

June

• Prom!
• Graduation

July

• Quebec for the Explore program

August

• Youth Camp?

September

• Go to university!

Quite exiting.. I must say

Non-stop

At this time next week I'll be completely done Semester One. It will feel completely liberating, and I'll get to come home and not do any homework for once.

I have one more day of classes left, and I will start writing exams next week.
I don't think I've ever had a busier two weeks of school ever.

The weird thing about it is that I feel like I've done nothing at school all week. My teachers aren't giving a lot of homework, and classes have been relatively easy. However, as soon as I get home, the real work begins and I'm working 3 or 4 hours every night. Last weekend I did over 9 hours of homework/studying/exam prep.

If only we could cut the school day out completely and simply work at home. It would be so much more productive.

Anyways, I'm gonna pull through. We're almost there.
K

So, in retrospect, I probably acted a little bit rash today.

Sometimes I am just so outspoken; when I want to do something. I want to do it now.

It's something I need to work on.

4 more days.

Let me just say

that I am so ready for this semester to be over.

I'm completely exhausted.

5 more days of class

4 exams

and I'll be done.

A tiny little spaz.

So, I am completely fed up with Microsoft Word. Actually, I'm completely fed up with everything Microsoft!

Today I was trying to type up some french vocabulary on a word document. I made sure to change the language default to French so that I wouldn't see a red squiggly line underneath every word.

However, because I was writing the vocabulary in both French and English the stupid computer thought that I wanted to speak English and automatically changed the default language back to English.

And, I have never seen so many stupid "auto correct's" in my life! Don't auto correct things for me computer! I'm smart enough to know what I want to type.

I CANNOT wait for my Macbook. Which I will be buying in the spring.

Good riddance Microsoft!

K

Flirting is selfish

It accomplishes nothing except for a fleeting time of attention.
It thinks only of oneself.
It communicates:

I want attention
I want to see if I can get a reaction out of this person.

It does not communicate clear intentions, and it has the ability to steal a portion of someone else's emotions and heart without commitment to that person

And man, I am a culprit of this.
Time and time again.

But I think it's time I revealed flirting for what it is.

This world has named it as something innocent, insignificant, and fun.
But it's a tool that takes someone's God-given influence and uses it for destruction.

I cherish my heart. I realize that one day I will give it to the man that I marry.
If I value my heart, then I really need to value the hearts of my guy friends.

Women are powerful. They have the ability to build a man up in Godly friendship, and they have the ability to tear one down with flirting and false impressions.

I really want to live a life of purity. And purity is not the "churchy" definition of abstinence.
No, it is a divine commitment to God and to the men in your life to live a life of righteousness, and holiness.

I don't EVER want to be the culprit of stealing a man's heart.
A heart is a gift.

Flirting a little bit to have some fun, without taking my guy friends feelings into account, and without any intention of following through is selfish and misleading.

And I think it creates soul relationships from temporary feelings instead of spirit relationships developed from the blessing of God.

And anything created by the soul won't last, but that which is formed from the spirit of God will last a lifetime.

Having a dream that seems impossible must just mean that it's from God.

I spent the last few days at a conference called "Heavy Rain"

I feel like God's taken my dried up heart, pealed off the outer layer, and let it beat again.
For him.
For the desires of my heart.
For intimacy with him.

I'm excited about 2009.

K