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.