Thanksgiving's Today, but They Put my Childhood Netflix

No, I don't normally wear red lipstick--it was just for fun. And look! My Batman shirt! :) I love this shirt SO freaking much! 

Well today is, of course, my family's Thanksgiving--and yesterday was cooking and today we have to clean up after cooking before serving dinner for a thundering hoard tonight. 

You could say that today is going to be another busy day--but during my lunch break I discovered something most peculiar. They put my childhood on Netflix. Two of the Disney movies I watched religiously as a child have recently been added to Netflix. Robin Hood and The Sword in the Stone. Some people may say these weren't their best movies, but as a kid I loved them. They were adventure movies--and I loved them. So when I saw them on the Watch Instantly Que I was over joyed, and I started with The Sword in the Stone (which I am currently watching). How am I supposed to get anything done? And don't say 'Just turn off Netflix', because that's just not going to happen. Is it normal to check Netflix more often than Facebook? Hmm?

I was a strange little child I suppose, the Disney Princesses I most admired and wanted to be like were Pocahontas and Mulan. I loved Belle as well, but I watched Pocahontas and Mulan a lot more. As for my idea of a Disney Prince--Robin Hood was ideal. 

I read the stories of Robin Hood and would watch nearly any Robin Hood movies that I could find. More of an adventurous kid you might say. 

I was never very dainty--I was more of a Tom-Boy. Instead of my mother fussing because I was trying to wear makeup too early, she was fussing because I would sit down at the dinner table with leaves in my hair and mud on my face. She'd worry over the blood all over my legs from when I ran through a briar patch in shorts. I did love dolls, but usually I'd make my Polly-Pockets wage war on my brother's Lego towns, or I'd steal his G.I. Joe's and have them go on top secret missions. I was a complete boy really--and that might have been why all of the other girls my age thought I was a freak. As James can attest, we spent hours playing Star Wars and just plain War in the woods, or playing football on our front lawns. 

I'd go out and hike, ride my bike, play with my brother, roll around in the yard with the dog, climb a tree, or just take off running somewhere. 

I never wore 'fashion' clothes, I wore what was practical and comfortable. A nice T-shirt, jeans, and boots or sneakers. I have never really worn jewelry until recently, and when I did it was always pretty sturdy because I could destroy frilly stuff pretty quickly. Still don't wear rings though--too easy to get caught on something and I'm not that keen on getting my finger ripped off. Hey--it's a farm in the South--it happens. 0_0

I didn't watch Hannah Montana, I didn't want to dress like her or want to be blonde--I wanted to be me. Though, to be fair I was more interested in being a Jedi or Wizard (not that I advertised that fact, because Hogwarts said that Muggles needed to be kept in the dark about the school.). I was happy, I got to meet amazing people and enjoy the beautiful childhood God gave me. I wasn't concerned with if a boy liked me when I was 12. In fact I thought boys were great playmates and didn't really see them as 'boyfriends'. I knew I was too young for that, and I just wanted to hang out with them as a friend. 

Also, unlike girls, guys only cared if I could throw a baseball or if I could run fast--whether I was pretty or popular didn't matter to them. I have actually known more guys than girls who genuinely liked me for me. 

I always acted like a lady around them--understand--I didn't belch in front of them or anything like that. I just liked being around them and I liked a lot of things guys liked anyway. My friend Jessie laughed and told me a few weeks ago that when I have to go to a movie with my boyfriend there would be no arguing over what movie to watch--I'd always pick the dude movie. It's true--I've had more arguments with my friends who are girls over what to watch than with any guy I've ever been to a movie with. Save when there is a Disney movie....then us girls are all in agreement and we sing and dance around the living room like mental patients. Beautiful friendships! 

This may also be why my brother and I are so close. We are in perfect agreement (usually) about the stuff we like. Growing up he was my main playmate, and we were thick as thieves. He was always the good kid, though, and if he got in trouble you could usually bet that I was involved. Now it's about 50/50. :) But yea, we like all of the same stuff, save for Fandom things--he's still learning about that. 

Now I can be girly--I have that side of me--but I still have a lot of the Tom-Boy in me, and I just want to find a healthy balance between the two. Because, while being girly has a lot of benefits--being a Tom-Boy is more useful for me as a farm girl. :)

I believe firmly in acting like a lady and presenting well, but I also believe that I can't be afraid to get a little dirty. I'm more of an adventurous personality, and I think that, someday, I'd like a boyfriend who would be a little adventurous too. Seriously, guys who are 'outdoorsy' are very attractive to me. 

Haha, he'll also have to be used to my frequent fangirling! Could you find it endearing? That'd be great, boyfriend. :) Of course, if you can freak out with me over something like The Walking Dead or Supernatural or a movie--something--you'd be, hands down, the best boyfriend ever!  Oh and possibly calm me down after the death of a fictional character. Heheheh! 

What did I originally start off talking about again?  Oh yea, Netflix and my family Thanksgiving. Okay, maybe this post turned into a ramble--oh well, I do that. Yes, it's actually this bad in real life too--just as any of my friends or family members. They'll tell you. 

But there, again, is my little ramble that probably should have ended several paragraphs ago. Oh well, it's a blog where I record my thoughts--I suppose this is the correct way to use it. Dunno. 

Now I'm off to compulsively overeat, yep--didn't do that on the actual Thanksgiving given the fact that I was still about half human half Walker--but now HAHAHAHA! I'm back to my usual talkative/hungry self and I want pie! 

Pie? 

PIE!

PIE IS ALL THAT MATTERS! 

So What Have I Done Today?

Hmmm, let's see, besides being severely dehydrated and tired---the very fact that I didn't just roll back over in bed and hide under the covers until the fever eventually made me a walker--speaks volumes. 

So what did I do today? 

I went to the store, yes, it was needed so it had to be done. 

I wrote five chapters of my book. I'm back on it now. :) That's a big plus. Praise the Lord! :D 

I sat on my butt and watched Supernatural and Doctor Who--yea, that was yesterday and today. Nothing like having a fever and waking up believing you are trapped in the Tardis. I'm NOT joking here, I mean, my room looked like the Tardis. I had also just watched The Black Spot, so I was waiting on the siren to come and take me to the sick bay. 

My favorite episode of ALL time has to be "Vincent and the Doctor". I cried SO freaking hard during that one. Vincent has to be one of the best people they've intertwined into that show. Loved it, and that episode really redeemed the show for me. I hated--and I am under using the word so much--"Let's Kill Hitler". I hated that episode on so many levels. Loathed it with every fiber of my being. For the sake of internet etiquette do NOT ask me why. 

As for Supernatural, I'm still watching and loving it. Dean Winchester is one of my favorites. His internal battle and character development really is one of the highlights about this show. He's a very fascinating character, and he really gets you invested in the show. You become attached to these characters, you know, and you want to see them to the end of their journey. I'm not saying this show doesn't get really weird sometimes, but hey, I survived Doctor Who--so I can pretty much weather nearly any weirdness. Right? 

Almost. There will always be an exception. I actually pause the episode here and just put my hand over my face. It took a moment to process, and for those of you who haven't seen this episode--trust me, it takes a while to process the awkwardness. 

I watched newest The Walking Dead episode. 0_0 The Governor OH MY GOSH! 

Oh, I knew he was coming back. Trust me, but these past few episodes oh my goodness! How much does it take to kill this guy? I mean, he is pretty hard core. I haven't really seen this hardcore since Merle....man I miss Merle. :'( Anyone else with me on this one?

He is the ultimate version of "Every villain is a hero in his own mind." (Tom Hiddleston by the way...can I get some Hiddles love here?). I mean, he is a very complex character with a LOT of crazy going on. I mean, just when you think you've gotten to the bottom of his crazy he's got a crazy underground, zombie prison basement! I mean seriously, dude? How many levels of nutso do you have? :)

I also bought and watched the entire first season of The Legend of Korra! 

Don't judge. The last time I was sick I watched the all of Aang The Last Airbender and loved it. The Legend of Korra was the natural next step. I love both shows and I really loved the new tone that The Legend of Korra brought to the Avatar series. It's much darker and a bit more mature than the first one. I miss some of the more humorous aspects from the first one, but I believe in order to keep the gritty feel, TLoK had to remove the more 'kiddish' elements. Though, I will confess, Aang had me in stitches. 

My favorite character is Asami Soto. She is so amazing! 

I love how she is such a strong and independent personality. She's kind, compassionate, smart, brave, and a quick thinker under pressure. If anything I like her better than I like Korra. She's had some real struggles in her life, some times much more so than Korra, and each time she has shouldered the load with incredible grace. Asami Soto is my favorite, hands down. 

I also got some online Christmas shopping done. :D My friend Hannah will be pleased with her present! I always love it when I buy a present for a friend that I think they will really love! :D I will not tell you what I got her, because she still reads my blog. Sorry, no hints, Hannah! 

What else did I do today?

Well, I thought of some really good stuff to do but I lacked sufficient energy to do them. Story of my life, but I'm pretty sure that today it had something to do with yesterdays vomiting. Thanks for the prayers and get wells there guys, it means a lot to me! ;) 

I decorated my blog for Christmas, yes, I know....I said I wouldn't do it until after Christmas. But I didn't want to wait any longer. As for my room, however, I'm still wanting to hold off there. I don't really want to share my abode with a tree yet. Yea, a big dusty tree that my cat (C.C.--the cat I'm pretty sure I can't throw holy water on.) likes to climb and knock over. 

But hey, everyone can use a little Christmas cheer can't they? It was fun, but I'm still not ready to listen to Christmas music yet. Yep, I'm to busy listening to Imagine Dragons. Love them, they've been my music obsession for about a year now. :) My brother has even started listening to them. Haha! I have corrupted another mind! :D He's also watching Supernatural and Sherlock now! Hehehehehehe, all that's left is Doctor Who and he'll be SuperWhoLocked and be completely insane like the rest of us! 

There has been very little productivity here in these past few days, but I've been sick and it's been a tough week. I'm just grateful I haven't turned into a walker yet. Again, the strength required to fight that off is highly underestimated. 

But I have loving friends and a loving family--duly noted by the fact that they haven't used my illness as an opportunity to kill me. Of course, that may have been because they were too afraid to get near me--the threat of me vomiting was quite high after all. 

Mainly they've just been like,

Lord love them. 

But yea, it hasn't been a really interesting day, but there it is. I'm just trying to be thankful for all that I've been given and all that I still have with me. :) God is good!

So Happy Thanksgiving to all of my lovely followers, I hope you all have a wonderful day. :) And no matter what your traditions may be, I hope you have a love filled holiday. :)

I Gave into an Urge

There has been, for a very long while now, a distinct urge within me to make my room a little more...oh you know...nerdy. I don't really show off my fandoms that much in the real world, just because I am poor and a lot of awesome clothes don't look good on me. However, I am getting a new Castiel necklace and a Sherlocked hoodie for Christmas! :D Any-who, back to the nerdiness. I remodeled my room from scratch a few years ago, then remodeled it again when it no longer suited me (that was last year). I am a bit of a decorator, and so I'm always fidgeting with my room and trying to get it where it suits my personality.

Originally (from the first remodel) it was black and white damask.

Before: Yes, yuck is right. Too much color clash going on here for comfort. 

After: The dream catcher is now hanging above my bed. :)

And the back wall that was upgraded and added to. :) 

The crazy hodpodge collection of things I love continues now in my latest room edition. Like I said before, I've been wanting to nerd my room up a little, basically show off my fandoms a little more. So I came up with the following additions. :) 

This, I think, is my favorite nerd upgrade. :) The Sherlock and John silhouettes made me SO happy when I found them! PS, I don't know why the wall seems to change color as it goes up, I think it's the lighting. 

Sherlock

John

Yea, I love Castiel. 

Another Cas, there are similar Deans and Sams elsewhere but here is a Cas just for you! 

Look! A Dean next to my WWII VJ-Day poster! 

I made a Castiel book mark! Isn't he cute? I love it! 

These are some of the new additions to my door. :)

This is above my door, a warning you could say! 

Work area, look! Lava lamp! :D 

This is my, in a way, story board. It's my external Pinterest board. ;) 

These are very small adjustments, but I'm proud of them none the less. I nerded up my room and I'm happy about it. I'm especially pleased with the John and Sherlock pictures, but I've already stated that! :) But I just wanted to stop in and drone on about one of my many projects. I know, y'all are all SO fascinated. :)

Just a side note, before I did this I went to an early morning service with my aunt and then took two hyper active dogs (a dachshund and a scotty) to get rabies shots. Neither were very happy about the process but afterwards I got a large ice mocha that made my hands and eyes twitch and in that rush of caffeine I completed my nerd room project. :) Great day! (I'm not being sarcastic here.)

 Now it's back to school work and preparation for Tuesday's class. So until next time!

Supernatural Feels!

Yes, let me tell you my story. The story of how I came to find and love Supernatural. 

I will make this short as I have a project I need to finish and a book I need to get back to reading (the Silmarillion) 

I'm a little late to the party--try eight years--but I'm not sorry. I found Supernatural a few months ago, actually via my mother. She watched the show and enjoyed it, and after a while I decided to watch it. I was a little nervous at first because I am a big wimp when it comes to scary stuff, especially supernatural things. The ghosts in my closet were more terrifying to me than walking across a busy intersection blindfolded. 

I actually watched Supernatural while I was sick with a 102 fever. I curled up in my bed and watched seasons 1-5 in just a few days. Needless to say I didn't sleep well. Not because I was really scared, but because I actually started to have hallucinations somewhere around twelve o'clock. Yea, waking up and thinking you see Castiel standing in your doorway will really scare the living daylights out of you. 

At some point I actually woke up, stumbled down the stairs, tried (unsuccessfully) to open the front door and  then started screaming at the top of my lungs that Dean Winchestor was outside and mom needed to let him in. After that mom decided it was time to medicate the fever and she shuttled me back up to my room while I mumbled something about baking pie.

I. Kid. You. Not.

I also wrote an English paper with a 102 fever, and I finally got it back yesterday with a big A plus stamped on it! I was so happy I almost did a happy dance in the hallway! :D 

But anyway, now that we have established that I am a fan, let's move on to the feels part of the post. 

I love this show, and I love the way it grows more complex as time goes on. They also kill a LOT of people, which really appeals to the evil author in me (out of 30 characters in my books, 8 survive). They show is also freaking hilarious--as many fans have stated before me. Basically this show is funny...until it hurts. :( I cried over Bobby, Dean, Sam, and especially Castiel.

Oh Castiel...

Favorite isn't a good enough word to describe the level of feels I have for this character! He is amazing! The torment he goes through for his friends and the entire human race is unbelievable. He sacrifices everything, and loses so much! Feels everywhere! 

He's also precious! 

He is so socially awkward, sweet, caring, shy, brave, and very disobedient! He's amazing! Misha Collins does a wonderful job portraying him! Most people are really taken with Dean and Sam, and while I enjoy Dean a lot (don't really like Sammy) I'm a Castiel Girl! 

He's like a lost puppy, you just want to pick it up and love it forever. :) 

He's also pretty awesome when he needs to be, he's tough and will do what he has to do to get the job done. That's a trait I admire. :) Granted, Cas has had his bad moments--but there again so has Dean, Bobby and definitely Sam and people still adore them. I love Castiel because he is good at heart, and will always try to do what is morally right--even when it means he will suffer because of it.

Also the bond Castiel shares with the Winchestors is really cool. No, I do not ship Dean/Castiel....not in the slightest. I think that while they do share a close bond, they are friends and friends alone. I also think it's important to be able to see true friendship without mixing in romantic feelings. 

He may not be the best looking of the trio (though I think he's cute), but looks really aren't important. Castiel is a good person/angel, and that's what makes the character so lovable!   

Castiel is awesome, so I'm now on his side! :D

I also have a new appreciation for the Chevy Impala....I mean, after watching this show, who doesn't? 

I also can't listen to "Carry on my Wayward Son" or eat pie in the same way ever again...But that's part of being in a fandom. It changes you! 

Well, as previously stated, this was going to be a short post. I've got an English assignment I'd like to finish today since I will be working tomorrow. So until next time! 

Carry on my Wayward Followers! 

Rebecca

  

In the Midst of Going Dark

It's a term used by the Gullah, usually applied to women, and is basically code for them being in a mood.

I am in a mood, therefore...I've gone dark. Basically it's where you habitually meditate on every wrong thing in your life or day, and it happens at a particular time each month--and no I'm not bipolar either. :(

It's one of those weeks/days, you know...all girls will understand. I'd also like to take a side note by pointing out that I don't normally mention--even to my close friends--when I'm in bad mood; that's just me. So this post really isn't going to be a rant, or at least, I will try to keep it from that. Please don't let irony strike me dead!

Anyway, going dark, right...well, it started this morning when I had to get up at an ungodly hour because of my Physical Fitness class and the fact that my truck doesn't run off caffeine like I do. So I got up early to finish my chores and go to school, but as I was stepping out the door (at six in the morning--which is ungodly for me) I set off our alarm system. I woke up my dad, mom, baby sister, neighbors, and scared the crap out of my brother's cat BJ. Plus I think my heart stopped for a few seconds, but that might have just been from all the caffeine I've been pumping into my adrenal glands for the past two weeks.

Then, as I was walking out the door, I discovered that my class had been canceled, which provided a momentary lapse in irritation and caused me to run around the house screaming: "Dobby is FREE! MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A FREE PERIOD! DOBBY IS FREE!" I'm not kidding, I actually did that and my mother thought it was amusing.

Any-who, I spent my time at the gas station, then enjoying a coffee--more caffeine for my already stoned kidneys and hyper active adrenals--before it was time for history. History is never really boring for me...save today. When Physical Science is more interesting that history for me you KNOW I'm not having a good day. I don't know how I made it through history. Really, I kept praying for my phone to buzz and read:

I'm outside with Dean, Sam, Castiel, John, Daryl, and a mad man with a blue box. Murder in church. Crowley suspected. Moriarty in purgatory. Zombies on your campus. Don't blink. Come if convenient. 

~SH

If inconvenient come anyway. Cling to Castiel and he will grip you tight and take you from your classroom. 

~SH

And bring pie.

~DW



Then I could madly dash out the door and go off to follow a magic haired, scarfed man with no people skills around town all day while possibly explaining the purpose of a rubber duck to a very attractive, and befuddled, angel of the Lord. It would have been awesome.

However, since no such text came I was left to sit through one of our more boring history lessons. By the time English came, which was my favorite class, I was counting the minutes until I could go home. I was so tired.

But it wasn't really my day that had me going dark---it was mainly hormones. I was over thinking everything, and everyone in the world was quickly becoming my enemy. Everything everyone said either meant our relationship was over, I was stupid, or they were counting the minutes until they got away from me. When in fact--as I look back now--their actions indicated nothing of the sort. It was a normal day--to everyone except me. For me it was Shark Week--and they were all cocky seals who were just asking to get bit. But sometimes being a lady shark means you have to suck it up and not bite the snot out of some space encroaching seal with an attitude problem and a head that would look particularly nice on your wall.

Besides....Castiel says I can't go back to Purgatory again this year.

Yea, I joined that fandom. I was already half crazy from all the others--what's one more?

I also lost my faith in humanity. While exiting history class, I spotted two seven year olds waiting outside one of the offices. As I walked past I smiled at them--you know like you do whenever you see young children--but then I turned around to see both boys staring at my rear end while nodding, and the tallest of the two suddenly blurted out (excuse my french) "Dat Ass!"

0_0

I'm still not over it.

I'm still vomiting.

Still. Vomiting.

Seriously? Seriously people? Great--that's the generation of kids my children will have to associate with. Wonderful, perfect....just when I thought that the perversion of this generation couldn't possibly go further...

Dean's face says it all. :(

With my mood growing ever more despondent, it was a sweet relief when I got to talk to a particular someone after they drove me to my car. They stayed late, even though they had work and I begged them to go, it was a very sweet moment.

But then Shark Week reared it's ugly head again, and the whole way home I engaged in a bout self esteem damaging over thinking. When I finally got home I was exhausted, hungry (I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I got home at six) and ready for death. I fumbled up the stairs and discovered that my cat had thrown up in the back room of our house and it was my job to clean it up. Several grueling minutes later, during which I actually contemplated the severity of another trip to Purgatory, the cat yak was gone and I finally was allowed to stumble up the stairwell and collapse on my bed in anguish just before the heavy weight boxer decided to start practicing his punches on my insides.


I had gotten up and my own hormones had kicked my butt. But I told myself that any day where you didn't bite, scratch, or kill anyone is a good day. Sadly however, I was already dark and my mood was not improving. So what did I do? I grabbed a mini bag of sour cream and union chips and inhaled it. My mood didn't go up. It's pretty bad when even food doesn't help.

But as I lay there and moped, an idea sprang into my head. It's not a new idea, or even one that uniquely belongs to me, it actually pops into my head whenever I'm in a bad mood but I rarely act off of it as--for some sick reason--there is actually a part of me that enjoys being in a bad mood once I'm in one. This time however, I knew fully that this wasn't me and that my day was actually amazing--I was just in Shark Week.

The idea is this:

Count/List Your Blessings.

Lame, cheap, worn out, all of those terms spring to mind when someone mentions this. It's an old phrase that's spit out so often it lost it's meaning long ago, but today I'm using it because it makes me feel better.

Today I will count my blessings, and I will CHOOSE to see the good in things. This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. The fact that we have a spirit of discipline and self control that is given to us by God. Basically this means that you CAN stop yourself from doing some or start yourself doing something because God gave you the ability and strength through him to do so. This can include eating right, restraining yourself from activities you know are wrong, and thinking a certain way. My thought life is a BIG area of struggle for me, and I think it's due in part to my creative nature. Creative people's minds tend to wander all over the place, and in that we find a lot of our inspiration, however--a wandering mind can also lead to overthinking and depression. By controlling our thoughts--telling ourselves that we won't think badly of others or ourselves--we can actually limit the level of influence bad things have over us.

I know, I don't normally post religious stuff, but this is just something that I've been trying to learn this past week.

So today I will choose to think well--even if I don't feel like it.

Without further adieu, here is The List: 

The Lord who forgives me, loves me, and strengthens me to do all things through him! :D
A loving and patient family who restrains from killing me during Shark Week
Lovely and supportive friends who I got to see several times this week,
Growing photography opportunities!
Octobers--I'm very excited that it's finally fall and the leaves are changing! October is my absolute favorite month!
Straight A's in my classes
Parents who are very generous! :D
A good steady job where the bosses are very kind to me
A good school to go to,
A great friend who will sit and watch Sherlock Holmes: Hound of the Baskervilles with me and then go outside and play tackle foot ball for hours--Tag, JAMES! :D
A new writing/reading/fandom friend in History,
A friend who will trek in the woods for hours and then go with me to BK for a ice coffee! :D Tag, Jessie!
A friend who will read all of my crazy writing! Tag, Hannah!
A friend who will have a paper ball fight with us via Skype! Long story, but tag, Clara! :D
An A+ on my last English paper! That was actually given to me today! I could faint!
Loosing 15-20 pounds--I didn't mean to do it...there's just a lot of hiking opportunities now and not much eating time.
Great teachers,
A canceled class period! Dobby is FREE!
A very cuddly cat named Hobbes,
Sweater weather!
My discovery of frozen Mochas!
A sweet boy who let me borrow the Similarion!
A sweet boy who drives me to my car...same one yes. ;)
My texting upgrade! I've been texting a lot lately
Sneakiness...lot of that going on here! 0_0
And also bashfulness at school---lot of that too! ;D

Aww, Misha! :)

New episodes of the Walking Dead--yes SQUEEEE! Daryl's back!
New Episodes of Supernatural--CASTIEL!
Castiel--my love for this angel knows no bounds. That's my boy!

My boy, Cas! 

Great and interesting people in my English class who I enjoy talking to! 

New and amazing music!

A great meal with company tonight!

Plus the fact that Shark Week only lasts a little while! 

So yes, despite my bad mood, I have actually had an amazing day! Life is good, life is great, and I am grateful for it! I discipline myself to praise Him in all situations and moods! :D I am grateful and given grace! :D

Well, I'm in a better mood now--and thank heaven for it! Now I think I'll retire for a while...before my brain goes back into Shark mode. Yep, the world isn't out of danger yet. Just pray that tomorrow I don't kill someone...or end up in Purgatory.