Water is a wonderful liquid. It's a refreshing drink that hydrates you body and helps you stay healthy. Both the earth and our bodies are made mostly of water. There are some people who don't like water because they think it's bland, and others drink it all the time. Of course, different water has different taste. Personally, I don't like bottled water; I like the filtered water from our fridge. Before we moved, we drank water out of the faucet, but now our water tastes like chlorine.
Even if you don't like drinking water, there are other things water is good for. I love swimming at the beach, bobbing up and down, trying not to be overcome by the oncoming waves. Getting saltwater in your eyes isn't very fun, but it's worth it. Swimming in a pool is fun too, especially if there is a deep end where you can't touch. My friends and I always come up with fun games to play while we are swimming.
Anyway, my point is, water is awesome and necessary to life.
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Friday, April 22, 2016
This Is the Story of How I Died
*dramatic voice*
My neck ached as I looked down at the pages in my journal. It had been an ordinary day, and I didn't have much to write about. I sat in the top bunk, lost in my deepest thoughts, oblivious to everything around me. Little did I know about the events that would lead me to meet my fate. I looked up at the ceiling to relieve my neck when I heard the screams. Our guest who was staying in the downstairs bedroom shouted my name, and in my confusion I was led to my destiny. As I leaped off the bunk, I prepared my mind for whatever I was about to witness, but nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.
I arrived downstairs, and looked in the direction our guest was pointing. Then I saw it. A big, brown, ugly spider staring up at me from its cozy spot in a suitcase. My first instinct was to freeze. My voluntary muscles seemed to become cement, and my attempts to run were in vain. That was the moment I accepted my impending doom. "Kill it!" our guest yelled. "Kill it!" repeated my little brother. Their faces showed terror, their eyes full of fear. My heart regained its beating, and gears in my mind struggled to assess the situation. A sharp scream escaped from my mouth as the spider scurried onto another article of clothing. By that time I had made up my mind. I was going to kill the spider. "Shoe," I said firmly. Without looking away from the ugly arachnid who had invaded our house, I shoved my hand out to our guest, waiting to grasp my weapon of choice. I received the shoe, which happened to belong to my mother, and proceeded to plan the spiders execution. I began to creep toward it, but was startled when it crept under a shirt. I closed the space between myself and the suitcase and slowly lifted the blouse. The spider again came into view, but retreated from the danger back under all the clothing. I screamed again. Piece by piece, I emptied the suitcase, with a sharp eye watching for any sign of movement. Finally, when nearly the entire stack of clothing was removed, I saw it. This was it. I had a chance. I stood there, contemplating what I was about to do, fearing that it would escape. With a sudden burst of bravery, I lunged forward and slammed the shoe onto the spider, only to see it panic and begin its escape. I frantically smashed again, and again, and again, until all that was left was a squished pile of guts and stringy legs. I smashed it again for good measure. In that moment I realized what I had done, and puffed my chest proudly, waiting to be applauded by the onlookers. I had defeated the undefeatable. I accepted a simple "Thank you." from the victim, though I felt I deserved more. But I did not need praise from our guest, because I had obviously just defeated the undefeatable.
This is the story of how I- the scared little girl who would flee at buzz of a bee, scream at the sight of an insect, and cry when there was no one to help- died and became the fearless, bug-slaying warrior I am today.
Anyhoozles, I hope you enjoyed that. The subject of today is "S" for Story. This is a true story, and no one was harmed in the making of it (except the spider, of course). This was legitimately a turning point in my life, and since then I have had the bravery to kill weird looking spiders, wasps, and centipedes without out a single scream.
-Dakota
My neck ached as I looked down at the pages in my journal. It had been an ordinary day, and I didn't have much to write about. I sat in the top bunk, lost in my deepest thoughts, oblivious to everything around me. Little did I know about the events that would lead me to meet my fate. I looked up at the ceiling to relieve my neck when I heard the screams. Our guest who was staying in the downstairs bedroom shouted my name, and in my confusion I was led to my destiny. As I leaped off the bunk, I prepared my mind for whatever I was about to witness, but nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.
I arrived downstairs, and looked in the direction our guest was pointing. Then I saw it. A big, brown, ugly spider staring up at me from its cozy spot in a suitcase. My first instinct was to freeze. My voluntary muscles seemed to become cement, and my attempts to run were in vain. That was the moment I accepted my impending doom. "Kill it!" our guest yelled. "Kill it!" repeated my little brother. Their faces showed terror, their eyes full of fear. My heart regained its beating, and gears in my mind struggled to assess the situation. A sharp scream escaped from my mouth as the spider scurried onto another article of clothing. By that time I had made up my mind. I was going to kill the spider. "Shoe," I said firmly. Without looking away from the ugly arachnid who had invaded our house, I shoved my hand out to our guest, waiting to grasp my weapon of choice. I received the shoe, which happened to belong to my mother, and proceeded to plan the spiders execution. I began to creep toward it, but was startled when it crept under a shirt. I closed the space between myself and the suitcase and slowly lifted the blouse. The spider again came into view, but retreated from the danger back under all the clothing. I screamed again. Piece by piece, I emptied the suitcase, with a sharp eye watching for any sign of movement. Finally, when nearly the entire stack of clothing was removed, I saw it. This was it. I had a chance. I stood there, contemplating what I was about to do, fearing that it would escape. With a sudden burst of bravery, I lunged forward and slammed the shoe onto the spider, only to see it panic and begin its escape. I frantically smashed again, and again, and again, until all that was left was a squished pile of guts and stringy legs. I smashed it again for good measure. In that moment I realized what I had done, and puffed my chest proudly, waiting to be applauded by the onlookers. I had defeated the undefeatable. I accepted a simple "Thank you." from the victim, though I felt I deserved more. But I did not need praise from our guest, because I had obviously just defeated the undefeatable.
This is the story of how I- the scared little girl who would flee at buzz of a bee, scream at the sight of an insect, and cry when there was no one to help- died and became the fearless, bug-slaying warrior I am today.
Anyhoozles, I hope you enjoyed that. The subject of today is "S" for Story. This is a true story, and no one was harmed in the making of it (except the spider, of course). This was legitimately a turning point in my life, and since then I have had the bravery to kill weird looking spiders, wasps, and centipedes without out a single scream.
-Dakota
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Being an Ambivert
Sorry for being late on this. It was a crazy weekend.
So for day one of the A to Z challenge, I chose "ambivert" as my "A" word. An ambivert is a person who is neither an extrovert or an introvert. Most people do not completely fit into one but still show more characteristics in one of them. However, there are some people like me who are stuck completely in the middle. I once heard someone define an extrovert as someone who, as an example, "recharges" themselves by being with people, and an introvert as someone who recharges themselves by being alone. I have no idea where I heard it, but it helps me understand exactly how we can fit into the category. For me, I recharge by being with people then being alone, and that cycle continues. If I have too much of either one, I long for the other and begin to drain. There was a time I took a quiz to see if I am more left brained or right brained (which was backed up by legit science. I didn't believe it at first, but I did after I got the results) and I ended up being 50/50. I've always felt like I was smack in the middle of everything, so both of these fit me completely.
Anyhoo, an ambivert can understand characteristics from both extroverts and introverts. For example, sometimes I can be so outgoing that people are like *insert white girl voice* "omg stop flirting", and other times I literally sit there and stare at the wall, anxiously waiting to go home to watch Doctor Who and eat cookies. Being an ambivert keeps things interesting, at least.
-Dakota
So for day one of the A to Z challenge, I chose "ambivert" as my "A" word. An ambivert is a person who is neither an extrovert or an introvert. Most people do not completely fit into one but still show more characteristics in one of them. However, there are some people like me who are stuck completely in the middle. I once heard someone define an extrovert as someone who, as an example, "recharges" themselves by being with people, and an introvert as someone who recharges themselves by being alone. I have no idea where I heard it, but it helps me understand exactly how we can fit into the category. For me, I recharge by being with people then being alone, and that cycle continues. If I have too much of either one, I long for the other and begin to drain. There was a time I took a quiz to see if I am more left brained or right brained (which was backed up by legit science. I didn't believe it at first, but I did after I got the results) and I ended up being 50/50. I've always felt like I was smack in the middle of everything, so both of these fit me completely.
Anyhoo, an ambivert can understand characteristics from both extroverts and introverts. For example, sometimes I can be so outgoing that people are like *insert white girl voice* "omg stop flirting", and other times I literally sit there and stare at the wall, anxiously waiting to go home to watch Doctor Who and eat cookies. Being an ambivert keeps things interesting, at least.
-Dakota
Monday, December 7, 2015
Miscellaneous Mondays
I have decided to move this random collection of random facts to being posted on Mondays.
Word of the day: Eloquent- clearly showing feeling or meaning
Random thing about me: I discovered that I don't like pumpkin pie. I'm sorry.
Random statement: Some people are allergic to Christmas trees. I feel so sorry for them.
Random song: Forever by Kari Jobe. This is one of my favorite worship songs.
Random movie: Home. I watched it for the first time the other day. It was cute.
Random recipe: Ginger cookies. There are a lot of different recipes for these, but all of the ones I've eaten taste the same.
-Dakota
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Weekly Weekend Random
Word of the week: Neoteric- recent in origin, modern
Random thing about me: I am a grammar nazi. If you have bad grammar, I will correct you.
Random statement: Sudoku isn't as hard as it looks.
Random song: Toy Packaging by Sara Groves. It's a Christmas song, and I find it pretty funny :)
Random recipe: Buckeye brownies. I've never tried them, but they look really good.
Random movie: The Emporers New Groove. It's an older one, but it's still hilarious.
-Dakota
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Weekly Weekend Random
Word of the week: Effervescent- to show liveliness or exhilaration
Random TV show: Doctor Who. I am a Whovian. #Unashamed
-Dakota
Random thing about me: I am obsessed with notebooks. It doesn't matter what kind. Just notebooks. Spiral, composition, journal, notepad, etc. I love them, but I don't really know what to do with them.
Random statement: Organizing makes you feel productive, even if you only do it for a few minutes. Organize something: your room, your closet, your little brother's toy box, your pencil case, the kitchen cabinets, etc. It works.
Random song: Run Wild by For KING & COUNTRY. (I love their music)
Random recipe: Cracked-out chicken bubble up. Look it up on Pinterest. It has biscuits, bacon, chicken, and ranch. It's amazing.
Random TV show: Doctor Who. I am a Whovian. #Unashamed
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