I don't ever remember doing something to get the police angry with me. Well, not recently anyway. This same helicopter has been hovering above my neighborhood (mostly our house) for about ten hours now. This thing will not going away and it's so unbelievable loud. The only reason I was able to sleep for about two hours is because I shoved three pillows over my head and put on a movie to deafen out the sounds. As soon as I woke up, it was still there! I'm really debating on calling their police station and lodging a formal complaint against their own helicopter saying that it's causing a public disturbance. Either that, or go outside and shake my fist threateningly at said helicopter. If it doesn't go away soon, things are going to get ugly. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

The wonderful holiday filled with leprechaun's chuckling with heir gold, and Irish accents. I'm not wearing green though, so I have a feeling that I'm going to get pinched quite a bit today. I always wondered who started that pinching ritual. It's not very nice. In elementary school, some people used punching instead of pinching. Apparently you had to get the message across clearer that you weren't wearing green, so you got a blow to the arm. You had to suck up your tears, and take it like the brave 3rd grader you were. By the end of the day, you're proudly wearing multiple bruises on each arm and survived a day without wearing green. Ah, the things we did as kids. Now we just realize we aren't wearing green and get on with out day. That's not very fun but hey, at least you aren't getting slammed in the arm. It also might hurt a bit more now since we have muscles. Ouch.

Not much to do today besides some homework and going to a tennis game where I will avoid those mean pinchers/punches. Time to go make some waffles and tea. Yum.

Always,
Tabs <3


 
Yes, indeed it is a little to late to say good morning. That's something you usually say right when you wake up and grudgingly make your way to the coffee machine thing (it's actual name is escaping me right now). It's 11:13 here in the wonderful state of California, and the weather is completely and totally dreary. I'm really craving some sun at the moment. And some tea. That's a whole other part of my morning though.

You know that feeling when you just really don't want to leave your bed? That's me right now. I feel like my bed is going to start crying too if I leave it, and who wants that? I don't want my bed to cry. My bed is rather special to me. It comforts me at night when I sleep and cushions me as I watch horror movies, telling me that's it's all fake when the masked person stabs the innocent guy to death. It is fake...right?

As you can see from my last post, I indeed made a Twitter. I was watching the news and at the very bottom it said, "Follow us on Twitter!". So i started thinking, I wonder what they do on there? I never really wanted to get a Twitter. It just seemed really weird and pointless for some reason, so I didn't really bother with the thought of it. I mean I have my blog, so why do I need to Tweet too? Well I got a little curious, hurriedly grabbed my laptop and without even thinking, I created one. Now if you don't like Twitter, you might not really be liking me right now but this is just an experiment. I wanted to see what it was like. It really isn't that bad so far if I do say so myself. And I also added that blue box on the side that says my Tweets, which I thought was pretty cool :) but like I said, I don't have anyone on there so feel free to follow me and I'll follow you back. My username is in my last post. It'd be awesome to meet some of you guys. If anyone does actually read my blogs, that is. And only if you have a Twitter. 

Here's a little inspiration to get you going throughout the day. Many of you might have heard it from somewhere or even read it, but I find it truly amazing..
Love is patient and kind, Love is not jealous, conceited, proud or boastful, it is not arrogant, selfish, irritable or rude. Love does not keep a record of wrongs. Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth, Love never gives up, and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal. 
- 1 Corinthians 13

Love with all your heart, and dream with everything that you have. Always remember that God loves you! He is beside you constantly. He cares for you so incredibly much.

Have a great Wednesday,
Tabs <3

 
Yes, indeed I made a Twitter. I can Tweet now. I can already see the disgusted faces of some of you right now. Go ahead. Laugh. I was curious and wanted to see what it was like. It took me a while to find out how to actually Tweet, but the button came around eventually. However, I am incredibly confused to no end. 

Please, I beg of you, follow me? I know, really stalkerish, but seriously. I have no one on there and I doubt any of my friends have one. 
@optimistic_tabs
You will be so incredibly awesome if you do!

I also can't sleep. Blah. I hope you all had a wonderful day <3

-Tabs

 
We all know it quite well. You call your insurance company or in my case at the moment, the doctor's office, and you get this..

"Hello my name is Margie, please hold!"

Then before you even have time to begin to say a word, the elevator music comes on. You sigh, but accept defeat for now. It's pretty soothing at first and it even has you swaying a little to the rhythm. Then the song ends and it changes to some western music so your somewhat confused about the change of pace in the beats. Time passes (about 20 minutes to be exact) and you start drumming your fingers impatiently on your desk. You wonder if Margie has forgotten about you but then you think to yourself, "I'll wait just 5 more minutes." Another 10 minutes pass and you start getting really impatient. You chew on your fingernails,  start pacing back and forth,  running your fingers violently through your hair, muttering to yourself, and then finally Margie comes back on the line. You're relieved, but still pretty peeved that she kept you on hold for 30 minutes. You tell her your problem, and then she says..

"I'll connect you with our other department so you will be served more efficiently, please hold!"

You start screaming and frantically waving around your hands as if she can see you, but Margie has already done her deed. She has put you on hold. Again. You start making a list of threats in your head against this woman, and debating on whether or not to start a international protest against holding calls, but you realize it wouldn't be worth it. So, after much anxiety, you sit there and wait.

I'm really hoping hoping that I am not the only one who has endured this. It is the most frustrating and irritating event ever. I feel like slamming my phone against the table repeatedly, but then my phone would be broken and I'd probably still be put on hold. Yes, I am sort of venting and I apologize. This is just absolutely unbelievable and not the proper way to run a company by putting their customers on hold for this long. It's also not a great start to a morning. I hope you all are having a way better day than I am. If you aren't, here's a little something to cheer you up.

"Trials are medicines in which our gracious and wise Physician prescribes because we need them; and he proportions the frequency and weight of them to what the case requires. Let us trust his skill and thank him for his prescription."
- Isaac Newton

Great words from a great man. Let us follow them wisely and know that God is in control and will never give us more than we can handle. He will help us through every trial and suffering that we go through, as long as we believe and have faith in him. I hope you all have a wonderful day. Eat some ice cream for me, and go dance in the rain with your shoes off.

Still on hold,
Tabs <3

 
I have been playing tennis for as long as I can remember. I remember when I was about 6 my dad got me my own mini tennis racket. It was one of those highlighter green colors that kind of blinded you when it was looked at, but I didn't care. It was all mine and I was happy. We would go out and hit around tennis balls. He would  hit them to me, and I would hit them over the fence. Good times, good times. I didn't get really serious about tennis until sophmore year of high school. It was also a pretty quick decision. This is how it started..

Best Friend: We should play a sport. You want to play tennis with me?
Me: Sure. Let's do it.
Best Friend: Sweet, let's go sign up right now.

Little did we know that it would become a HUGE part of our lives. Of course, we both sucked when we first started. It wasn't the same as when I was little again, like when I hit the ball over the fence, my dad would run out and get it while I giggled. No way. When we started hitting those tennis balls over the fence, the racket had to be dropped and you had to run out and get it. That may sound pretty simple, but after about hitting over fifty tennis balls over, your legs start screaming with pain and your lungs feel like they're are going to explode. As easy as hitting a ball over a net may seem, it really isn't. Take my word on that. 

After a couple of weeks of agonizing sprinting back and forth for a ball and wrist pains, you start wondering whether it was all worth it. It definitely was. I haven't hit a ball over a fence in over a year and a half, and I can hit pretty decently. Very decently actually. Tennis has probably become one of the most major parts of my life. Why? I'm good at it. I'm able to play for hours on end and just leave everything that is going in my life that's bugging me back at home. It's just me, my racket, the ball, and the court. That's all I have to concentrate on. It's like a day at the spa for me. Weird, right? 

Each one of you that is reading this has that one thing in your life that you are really good at. Maybe it's collecting stamps, scrap booking, reading, photography, collecting sea shells, etc. but whatever it may be, try dedicating a day to it. Take one day out of your weekend, just one day, and do it. Just drop everything. I know that may sound tough, but you won't regret it. Put on some good music, dim the lights (that is if this hobby is indoors), and just concentrate on that one thing that your doing. I will guarantee you that you will be smiling by the end of the day.  

I wish I could go out and play some tennis today, but it's raining pretty badly. That means I'll do the other thing I'm pretty good at, which is watching movies :) see? I'm smiling already! 

Think happy thoughts,
Tabs <3

 
I'm not feeling to snazzy at the moment, so I'm bed ridden most of the day. What could this mean? Let me give you a hint. Me, a laptop, my own blog, and a whole lot of time on my hands with online Netflix movies. This could only mean...a whole lot of nonsense. Yes, nonsense. The universal word to describe only foolish  and/or absurd things. The wonderful talent of writing tends to come in handy when one has absolutely nothing to do the entire day. Of course, I will not blog the whole day. I will very much get distracted by said movies I will watch and anything shiny that grabs my attention. Shiny things just tend to get even shinier each time they are spotted. It's as if they know you're staring at them and are saying, "Yes that's it. Come to me. Touch my wonderful glint of addicting gleam in the sunlight. You can't resist me, and you know it". In which case, I will stop writing and bid you a fabulous day full of new wonders and possibilities that this Sunday might have in store for you.

See? Perfect example of nonsense. That paragraph was full of it. The run on sentences, the shiny blabber that came out of no where, and the word "glint" is also just a lot of nonsense in and of itself. Terrible right? Not quite. If I really wanted to have a whole entire blog dedicated to nonsense, then I would also start mispelling wrods and reriting everhtying in oerdr for you not to understand what I'm saying at all. Am I correct? Possibly. However, possibly not. There are a lot of posibilities connected to this possibility of possibly writing about nonsense. It's not very clear though so I might have to work on it a little bit more and get back to you on it as soon as I can.

Okay so let me explain as to why I'm doing this (I'm done with the nonsense for now by the way, so you can now breathe a sigh of relief). Nonsense is good every once in a while. It relieves tension, stress, and gets a chuckle out of everyone around that experiences it. No one can avoid nonsense because it is literally everywhere. You know that dog your neighbor has that irritates you to death because it keeps doing its "business" on your front lawn? I mean, that dog just makes you want to throw bricks at it (which you shouldn't do) but you know that one day, it will pay. So said dog comes bounding into your yard, ready to leave you another present, when a lady dog across the street blinks those lashes of hers at him and oops! He gets distracted (you are watching all this from your window by the way, holding a brick). One momentary lapse of judgement and the dog finds himself head first into that huge tree of yours that you always meant to chop down but never got to it and now your grateful you never did, and falls down like a sack of potatoes. You are howling with laughter, your neighbor is freaking out about his dog and suddenly shakes his fist toward your window and yells, "I'll get you one day for this! That was all nonsense!" Yes, indeed it was nonsense. Now do you see my point? I hope you do!


Have fun every once in a while! Stop being so serious all the time. Crack a smile, laugh at your friends when they trip over something before actually helping them up, giggle at the most childish words like "wiener" or "uranus", just laugh at all the nonsense. You know you want to :)

Ahh time for me to leave. I must go attend to some more nonsense. 

Smile!,
Tabs <3



 
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Ladies and gentlemen, that is a prom dress. I lost count of how many I tried on thanks to my highly dedicated friends. I haven't felt this exhausted in a very long time. I can't feel my legs, arms, or fingernails. However, that is probably my favorite one. I think that sash thing was supposed to be tied on the side or something, but either way it was rather pretty. Just the dress is pretty, not me though. I look like I got ran over by a semi, and then the semi forgot that it ran me over, and backed up over me again. That semi hit me pretty hard to because I am going to pass out any moment here. Just wanted to give you a glimpse of my day. Feel free to barf now haha.

Sweet Dreams World,
Tabs <3


 
Apparently America's pastime, the birth of real nachos and the original belch. Where code words are used to talk to team mates, and where hitting a ball over a fence is a good thing. I have never understood it. Not once. For me, the whole point of the entire ordeal is to hit this round ball that has stitches in it, to a place in the field where there is no one. Then run over three strategically placed pillows called "bases", and to make it back where you started. Everyone cheers when the tall older guy with a face mask on yells "SAFE!" and everyone yells disappointing calls when face mask man yells "OUT!". There are a lot of other things that confuse me also. Like the little feather duster thing that the face mask man has when he dusts off the home plate. I'm wondering what that is called. And seriously, does every one of those guys chew gum? It's irritating to no end. So many questions are running through my mind. However, as many questions as I do have, I still enjoyed the game I attended today. The sport is actually pretty fun to watch. Confusing, yet enjoyable. 

Sweet.

I plan on using my newly learned baseball lingo in my daily conversations now. The next time I see someone flip a pancake and make it land perfectly on the pan, I'll repeatedly say, "good eye good eye!". Or if I see someone upset, I'll tell them, "turn a new page". Ahh, yes. Wise words of encouragement. You can learn a lot of things from watching a sport you know absolutely nothing about. You can also have a lot of questions swirling through your brain. Which is me at the moment. That will of course, pass. 

All in all, today was a pretty spiffy day. It was also pretty amazing outside. Thank you Lord! I heard the birds chirping. I saw a squirrel running through a tree. I accidently crashed into a closed door. Yes, today was a memorable day. I hope you all had a pretty awesome day also. Without the crashing into a closed door part or course. That wouldn't be good, it actually didn't feel to fantastic. 

Emailed my doctor about my stomach pains and how bad they are, her reply to them was, "Awww I'm sorry sweetie. Take some Tylenol." I feel like punching my computer but I know that won't solve anything and my stomach pains will still be here. Blah. I'm not very fond of doctors. But that will be a whole different blog that I will write about. Time to go take some Tylenol and drink my heart out in Gatorade. 

Don't forget to brush your teeth,
Tabs <3



 
One of the greatest songs by the Beatles. That song always seems to brighten my day in some way, shape, or form. I guess the beat to it always gets me pretty happy also. Yes, I listen to the Beatles. Amazing band, and some pretty awesome singers too. However, I am an even bigger Elvis Presley groupie. I'm pretty sure I have over 40 of his songs on my iPod. I know most of them by heart to which is pretty sad. Maybe a little unhealthy too.

However, contrary to the title of the song, it is not sunny today. Dark intimidating clouds are looming over our house at the moment, signaling impending danger. I can already see that pouring rain just gushing down, flooding our street. Then working it's way up the curb of the sidewalk and destroying my moms preciously planted Petunia's, in which case I can already see her sadly staring at them. However, who knows? It might not even rain.

Man these stomach pains are just really out to get me again. It's terrible. Everytime I get a really painful one, I feel like lashing out at something, claws outstretched (even though I don't have any nails), foaming at the mouth (that would be really gross but adds some effect), and yelling in Romanian. It's terrible and completely out of line since I would never do that. 


It rained for a total of about 3 minutes.

Freezing cold and intending on reading my Bible pretty soon, I will retire for the night. Sweet dreams. Take care. And a word of inspiration:

"If you are a Christian, you are not a citizen of this world trying to make it to heaven; you are a citizen of heaven making your way through this world." 
- Vance Havner

Bundle up! It's cold outside,
Tabs <3





 
I have received my laptop back. And with internet. HOORAH!

My stomach pains have receded from a huge knife stabbing me repeatedly in my belly button every three seconds, to a slow dull needle every once in a while. Thank you Lord and all of you who prayed for me! For those of you who haven't read my recent posts, I have a stomach infection called H Pylori. There is a cure for it, but I had a pretty bad reaction to the medication that landed me in the ER. I tried the medication again just last week, but in smaller doses, so i'm waiting a couple more days to see what happens. Let's pray everything clears up and I'm all sparkly amazing pretty soon.

Prom. The topic for today.

You all have seen prom in many different forms. Whether with your own eyes since you attended it, or in some type of horror film. Either way you've seen it, they all include the basics:
-Tacky decorations.
-Prom dresses that seem to be getting shorter each year.
-Bad perfume and cologne smells.
-Dancing that really shouldn't be seen in public.
-That flower thingy that girls wear on their wrists.
-Overly strict teachers gettin their groove on, embarrassing themselves.
-That one guy who is totally wasted beyond belief and thinks to himself, "Pants? Boxers? Who need's em!" and streaks out with a security guard chasing him waving around the boy's briefs. 

My old school's prom is coming up pretty soon, and I really don't intend on going. I know what you're thinking, "You're going to miss prom? That's the ultimate teen experience dumbo!" Okay first of all, I am not a dumbo so watch the language there pal. Secondly, I don't do dresses. Any dress for that matter. I would rather let a vicious man eating hamster claw at my face until it bleeds, rather than wear a dress. The heels too. Oh man, don't let me get started on those things. Anyway, veering off topic! Prom is in about a month. The torture fest. The zombie invasion. The alien massacre. And I might have to go. Gag me. However, when you're best friend threatens you that if she goes, you WILL go, you know she means it. At least I know that my best friend does. she will drag me there kicking, screaming, crying, and whining like a little sad disturbed child just so I'll be there to endure it with her. Ohh what a joy. Lovely in every way, isn't it? 


On a happy note, today was a beautiful day. It was indeed cloudy, but the weather was just absolutely perfect. I will thank God for that. A very slight breeze that was strong enough to ruffle ones hair, but not enough to give you the chills. There aren't many days like that in this world anymore. When there are, some of us don't really take the opportunity to seize it. We acknowledge it, but don't actually take our time to feel the wonders that it can bring. Relaxation, calmness, zen. Those are only just a few. All we have to do is close our eyes, and feel what we really aren't able to see. That is what's so great. The things that we can't really see, give us the best feelings. A major one is love. Who doesn't want to feel love right? But we do feel it. We do. On rare occasions, we can also see it, I'm not saying we don't, but that's very rare. Take the time to enjoy the next great thing that happens to you. Close your eyes, and just concentrate on that. Put all your energy into it. Let it feel you up. And just enjoy :)

Always hopeful,
Tabs <3