No, I did not go to prom. Yes, I was asked to prom. However, I stayed away from prom for some reasons that are better not discussed. Me and prom would never have gotten along. The dress, heels, horror movie decor, I wouldn't have even lasted five minutes. That is why I created a movie night.
It was awesome to the fullest level of awesome. I had every type of candy imaginable from Snickers bars to Star Wars fruit snacks. I watched about seven movies in total before I fell asleep covered in colorful candy wrappers, a half empty ice cream carton, and drooling all over my pillow. I have never felt so alive! However, I am now paying for my sugar indulgence. I tried running and I'm pretty sure someone walking at a completely normal pace passed right by me. I'm surprised I didn't completely barf though from just running a couple of steps. I'm not to sure I'll ever look at sweets the same way ever again.
For all of you who already had prom whether it was a couple days ago or a way while back, I hope you had a great time. I hope you smashed balloons in each others faces and spilled spiked punch everywhere. I hope you made memories that will always last and you will never forget. However, those of you who didn't go to prom, high five! We're still cool. We also made some memories that will go down in the record books. I know that I will never forget how I OD'd on sugar and cried my eyes out (again) watching Mandy Moore get cancer in A Walk To Remember. That is such a sad movie. It gets me every time. She was so strong.
Anyway getting off topic. Whether you went to prom or not last night, I hope you made memories that will last forever. Even eating cereal is something great to remember. You never know when it might come in handy. Time for me to sleep. Church tomorrow :)
All my heart,
I hate those days where nothing seems to go right. You try everything to make it better. You listen to some great music, you taunt your neighbors chihuahuas since they actually got leashes for them and can't chase you around anymore, you have a cup of tea, watch your favorite movie, but everything still seems to be going against you. The world just seems to be laughing in your face at every single thing that goes wrong. Those days just really suck, and I am having a major bad one.
Since I woke up this morning until this very second, not one thing has gone well in my day. Today was supposed to be the day I go to take my permit test. Sweet. That's what I thought at first. So like a normal nervous teenager, I studied all morning until I could answer each practice test question on my Drivers Ed app without even finishing it. The test was going to be a piece of cake. So we get into the car and head on over to the DMV. There we are, father and daughter, driving away! We were doing great until my dad asks, "So where is this place anyway?". At this point I blinked repeatedly and just looked at him. Yesterday, my wonderful father told me he knew where the DMV was. I asked him again today if he knew where it was, and replied with an, "Of course I do!". Apparently he hadn't been there in a while and had forgotten. Fantastic. So we were lost. Really lost. We pulled over, grabbed an incredibly old Thomas Guide, and found the place. We start heading for it and realize we're driving the opposite way so we turn around. Finally, we arrive ten minutes late so I'm already pretty sure they won't let me take the test anymore, but I'm hopeful and run in anyway. I stand in line, breathless and hair everywhere, hoping I'll still be able to take it. When I get to the front, I shove the paper with my appointment on it towards the guy at the computer and he states to my absolute horror, "First of all you're standing in the wrong line, and secondly you don't have all the materials you need so we'll need to reschedule an appointment for you".
Deep breathes. Big deep breathes.
If any of you are having the same day I'm having, all we can do is be hopeful that it will get better. Not everyday is going to be like this. Well, hopefully not at least. All you have to do is pray with all your little heart that things will get better and maybe even scream into a pillow. There is always sunshine after the rain, and smiles to come after the tears. Be optimistic! That's the only thing it seems we can do. Don't let all of these little inconveniences get to you. I'm trying incredibly hard to make my day better, and it's actually working. You can do it too. Here's the chorus to a song call This Is The Stuff by Francesca Battistelli. It's so incredibly true. Try listening to the whole song :) Lord, help us deal with the things in life that we feel we can't handle.
This is the stuff, that drives me crazy.
This is the stuff, that's getting to me lately.
In the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed.
This is the stuff, that gets under my skin.
But I've got to trust, You know exactly what you're doing.
It might not be what I would choose, but this is the stuff You use.
Giggle for me!,
My parents and I went on a San Francisco adventure today. It started out with a groggy morning filled with stale muffins, which led to our new GPS thingy in the car getting us lost, which then led to us miraculously finding the place. So many things to see and so little time. I caught a glimpse of the ocean which made my little heart fill with happiness and desperation to go frolic in the extremely cold waters. However, the Japanese Tea Garden was rather wonderful and so was the Botanical Garden my mom so wonderfully decided to drag me into.
I took pictures. 102 to be exact. Here are just a few.
It's Easter night, and it has been an amazing day. Church was beyond great, I got stuffed with food until I pulled the "loosen your belt" routine, slept, watched Father of the Bride, and now here I am. Finishing up a bottle of incredibly fake fruit juice and getting ready to hit the hay. Well, my bed is more like it since sleeping on hay isn't very comfortable. I've tried it before.
Coming up sometime soon: Japanese Tea Garden (hopefully).
Coming up next week: Prom night spent watching Charlie Chaplin (sweet).
Coming up next month: Trip to Alcatraz Island (groovy).
Someone actually thought I was either twelve or thirteen-years-old today. I'm not to sure what to make of this incident. Here I am, turning eighteen in July and people still think I'm in elementary school. Is this a good thing? Should I be happy? Yes. Maybe. We'll get back to this later.
Anyhow, I just wanted to get on rather quickly and wish you all another Happy Easter! I hope you all had a wonderful day filled with many blessings and laughter. Days like these only come once a year (in a lifetime actually) so we should always make the best of them. Have a wonderful night =)
Hoorah for Monday!,
Happy Easter! CHRIST HAS RISEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me."
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die.
Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.
May God bless you all and I hope you have a wonderful Easter!
- Tabs <33
Armed with an incredibly hot cup of tea on which I've already taken the liberty to burn my tongue on, the amazing synths of Owl City, and an amazing breeze coming from my open window, I will write away my thoughts and ambitions. Some people go jogging or feed their annoyingly loud parrot, I spend time absorbed in my laptop writing to someone who knows where that is actually interested in some other person's random thought process. Thank you random person reading this. I enjoy your company also.
Speaking of thought processes, let's talk about them a little bit. Everyone's thought process works differently as you may very well know. No person is the same. No matter how alike they seem on the outside and what they say, they are different. How do they differentiate? Their thoughts. Of course. Hence the beginning of the thought process subject. Two people that look exactly alike could be sitting next to each other on a bus. These people are wearing the same outfits, same glasses, and even are wearing the same "NERDS RULE!" button on their shirt. However, one could be checking out the girl sitting on the seat in front of them and the other could be looking right past the girl thinking about whether or not to order pizza for dinner. From that example alone, we can find so many differences between the two. However, we humans aren't very smart, sadly to say. If you think otherwise, then take a serious look around you and you'll understand what I mean. We only look at what is on the outside and assume so many things that it's just insane. We don't get to know people anymore and figure out their thought process.
I find it amazing how people think. For the next couple of days, I wish for all of us to try something. Get to know someone. I don't mean just a "Hello there" every once in a while, but like a serious conversation. You know that person you know but you really don't know? Come on, you know. That girl/guy whose always giving you that kind smile in the hallway, whose name you definitely know (somewhere in the back of your mind), and you never seemed to fully pay attention too? That person. Just try it out. You never know what you mind find within them. They might be the most interesting person in the whole entire world and you're just passing the opportunity to have a conversation with them because the line is getting long at the copy machine and you have to hurry. No. That is completely unacceptable. As hard as it may seem, forget the copy machine, just this once. Stalk that nice smiling person and introduce yourself. It will definitely make your day.
I plan on making muffins tomorrow morning. Blueberry to be exact. I'm not to sure I told you guys, but cupcakes were being made here the other day. Not just regular cupcakes though, but homemade cupcakes which makes it double the awesomeness. Also double the sweetness since they tasted like pure sugar and should have been labeled as some type of hazardous waste material. Nonetheless! I will muffins tomorrow like there is no after tomorrow! It will be rather exciting. Hopefully I do not burn the house down. Time for me to sleep and get my energy levels up for tomorrow's blueberry muffin day. Sleep tight wonderful world. May you have wonderful dreams and not let any bed bugs bite.
It's now 12:04 AM, Happy Saturday!,
I don’t know where this came from, but I probably wrote this some time ago when I was in a weird mood (like last night). It’s a little bit about me. Better yet, how I indeed see myself…
My whole name is Tabita. No one is ever able to pronounce it correctly though, so I’ve been saddled with Tabby for as long as I can remember. Unlike many of the people who live on this Earth, I actually like my middle name. I have a plant named Dwight. I am never able to walk in a straight line and I get distracted easily by anything shiny or with wings. I get sick so incredibly easily that I actually have my medical number memorized along with my doctor’s phone number. Over the past few years, I have succeeded in becoming invisible and I’m rather good at it. Not literally, although that would be pretty cool. Snails really creep me out and I have a really bad addiction to tea. My main form of attire is sweats and old shirts, which makes me look a lot like a hobo. I hate wearing skirts and whoever created high heels should be ashamed of themselves. I live in a pretty broken family, but I love them nonetheless. I have some bad memories that would just make you shiver. I over think things way to often and I have over twenty Elvis Presley songs memorized which I could probably sing each one on cue. I worry a lot, but then I remember that God is the one that is in control and I’m finally able to relax. I am incredibly quiet and the one you see in the back of the crowd by herself, if I don’t know anyone. I always feel like I never say the right thing. Writing has always been my passion, and I love singing with all my heart. I am a really good debater and there is not one serious debate that I have lost yet. Procrastinating seems to be my biggest hobby and I slack off probably much more than needed. I take tennis way to seriously and play rather well, but I’m too much of a wuss to join a tournament. I love travelling to new places and seeing all the wonders this rock we live on has to offer. I don’t trust people easily, and I don’t get mad very often. I forgive everyone, but I don’t easily forget. Any form of arguing makes me tear up, and I pray everyday for God to give me the strength to make it through this life. God is my best friend and the Father of us all. As long as I’m alive, I will worship Him with all my heart. That just makes me…me.
That practically sums me up pretty well. I was just thinking that if you read my blogs, you might as well know who you’re dealing with. At least you guys know I’m not some sort of serial killer and haven’t been arrested. Well…I’ve almost been arrested. Twice. It was for good reason though. Anyway I’m not making my case any better so I will bid you all a wonderful night.
Water tastes great,
Yes, I am sadly still awake. It’s about to be 1:00 AM and I’m having a huge chocolate craving the size of Texas. I am also on my second can of Arizona Green Tea. For those of you who don’t know, those cans are pretty darn huge. I have a feeling that I will need to use the lavatory pretty soon.
I don’t know what’s been keeping me awake lately. I mean, I used to stay up until about 4:00 AM back in the AP class days, and now I’m barely even able to make it to midnight without yawning profusely and rubbing my eyes like a little two-year-old. However, I seem to be staying up quite a bit later than usual, and I’m wondering why. I know, I’m looking too much into this and should just count some sheep. Wrong! That is sadly not how my brain works and I have never attempted to count sheep before sleeping. It seems incredibly ridiculous and confusing. Why sheep? Why not goats or alpacas? Do sheep even have any affect on out sleeping patterns when being counted? If so, why? So many questions, yet not very many answers. That’s sadly how the world works now. Nobody ever tells us anything anymore. It’s like a soap opera without the dramatic music. I feel as if someone is going to burst through my bedroom door any moment and go “It’s all your fault!” then laugh in my face while I weep, not knowing what I did. Why is it my fault? Why can’t it just be the dog’s fault? Who knows, who knows.
As you can see I’m starting to go into one of my many stages before I fall asleep: Delusional. I start talking to myself and think random things that usually keep me awake for a while longer before I realize that I should probably get to sleep now in which I will enter the Tossing and Turning stage. That one is always the toughest to go through. It’s like trying to tell a child where babies come from. You get all antsy and suddenly feel like your mind is going insane. This too, however, shall pass.
I am now going to move into my many stages before I fall asleep on my keyboard. I want to be the first one to say this. Happy Tuesday Everyone! J Those of you, who have work, don’t let your coworkers get to you and hum a song while you do your duties. You never know, someone might hum along. Those of you, who are on spring break, don’t do anything you will regret by tomorrow. Trust me, I have seen even the best of us slip up. Hugs not drugs. Then there are those of you who are just everywhere at anytime regardless of what anyone says. For you all, make a couple of good memories for me also. Snap a picture. Make a stranger laugh. Take in a beautiful scenery. Give thanks to God that you are alive. That one, goes to everyone.
That is me and my beloved best friend Kelsey. I'm the one with the ever so bright pink head band that says Princess on it (I sadly remember this) and my dear Kels is the one with the cute kitten shirt. Here we are at some science museum in San Francisco, oohh I'd say about fifth grade. Our task: build a bridge with blocks. Let me tell you my eager blog readers, that is definitely not as easy as it sounds. They made us do this to create some sort of team working skills. We are actually the only ones who achieved this terrible feat of anger and annoyance of said block building, which is to say rather impressive in our standards. Sure we yelled at each other during this and maybe made a couple of threats on each others lives, but we did it. Also right after this picture was taken, we flicked the middle block out of it's place and watched our bridge fall into a huge pile of rubble while we laughed maniacally.
I have so many memories with this girl that I have completely lost count. We seem to speak only in inside jokes and Psych episode quotes. We have never fought before, which people find pretty astounding. We can take one glance at each other and just burst in laughter. We sing very off key to I Believe I Can Fly every chance we get. We also will never look at a live chicken the same way again due to certain incident in my backyard when we were about seven. I will, however, spare you the details because it is not a pretty story. We have been making memories with each other since kindergarten, and probably will never stop. We'll be the crazy ladies in wheelchairs at our nursing homes chasing each other because one of us stole the others bran muffin. I know she will most likely read this and start hysterically laughing and know that it is completely true. I'm warning you now Kels, stay away from my bran muffin woman!
I know I'm blabbing away but there is a point to all of this. I don't know what I would do without this girl, and I'm sure each of you have that one person in your life that you feel you just can't live without. Your best friend. They are always there for you through thick and thin. They are the ones you can always count on and know that they truly are going to be there for you. You do things with them that you would NEVER attempt to do with anyone else. They get you and you get them. It's just that simple. Pay tribute to this person the next time you see or get a chance to talk to them. Give them a huge hug. Say "Thank you" and give that creepy grin. Buy them chocolate or one of those creepy bears that say's "YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!". Do anything! Just show some gratitude toward this person for everything they have done for you in your life. They deserve it. This blog is definitely dedicated to Kels. I love you hun! And I'm sorry I didn't text you back.
Time for a movie and a wonderful bowl of popcorn. I really want a juice box.
Usually I love Netflix. It is probably one of my most visited websites if you look into my Google Chrome history. We share some sort of bond like no other. However, there is one thing that really peeves me about it. This simple two sentences...
Your internet connection has slowed. We are adjusting playback to avoid further interruptions.
Yes indeed. Those two lines are making me want to scream at the top of my lungs (which I unfortunately can't do since my throat hurts) and hurtle something at the screen of my laptop. Playback? What sort of playback? They never even play anything back. This about the 3rd time this has happened during this movie (which I will not name because I am rather ashamed of watching it) and it's irritating me to no end. My best friend Kelsey is sitting here laughing at me because she finds it hilarious how impatient I'm getting. However, this is not a laughing matter. I would like to finish my movie within a certain time limit, let's say...about how long the movie is? Without avoiding further "playback"? Thank you very much. Now, good day to you.
Sorry, had to let out some frustration.
Spring break is next week. The big cahuna of all breaks in which college kids party hardy and the last day is dedicated to removing tatoos that no one remembers getting. Ah, the joys. I will in fact spend it at the Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco. One of the most beautiful places in the world. And yes, I will drink some tea while I'm there. I will also revel in the magnificent flowers and Japanese structures that have been there for hundreds of years. It will be groovy and totally mind blowing. I will try and take some pictures so your guys can also have your minds blown. Be prepared.
Time for me to fall asleep while watching one of my many Charlie Chaplin dvd's. Enjoy the rest of your night everyone.