Probably Not the Best Choice... But Still

Dear Readers,

Remember how I said I had a cold yesterday? (wait, that was... a few days ago... anyway, anybody remember Road to Avonlea??) Yeah, well... I still had it yesterday. I wasn't feeling that great yesterday morning. Still, I decided to go to a youth group. And... I kind of forgot I had a cold. And, besides, I was feeling a lot better.

That doesn't mean I should've run like crazy for like two hours or more playing games though, right?

Oh.

Oops. =P

Well, I definitely wasn't on the top of my game (not to mention that it is extremely hard at night to catch a black frisbee.... like where on earth is the stupid thing?!?!) but I tried. (nope, I didn't elbow anybody. Or even accidently hug tackle my close friend. I just got into a slight friendly fake tug of war with the frisbee which I won. :D)


I just got a little bit, probably, too tired. Let's just say that towards the end of the evening, I wasn't sure, for a little bit, if I was going to puke up my guts or pass out for lack of oxygen. (that reminds me... I should tell you guys my "almost pass out" story. =P) Which I attribute to my cold, because usually I don't get that bad. (just... like Gimli panting. ;D)

Before that we played kickball. I actually did pretty good, considering it doesn't matter how good, fast, or whatever you are, you can still get out just because somebody kicks the ball right to the person who's guarding the base that you need to get you. (I assure you, I tried to avoid doing this to other people. Other people doing that for me? Not so much. I only made it back to home base twice after like an hour and probably over an hour. =P) It made me feel a little better, though, that one of my really good friends who's a jock at like everything athletic kept on getting out just because of where the ball is. (and she's like a speedy.... so yeah.... I felt better ;D)

So... if you had to pick, would you rather play kickball or ultimate frisbee?

Me?

Oh, OK. I guess I'll answer for you. :)

I would rather play...

NEITHER!

Give me the football and let's play ultimate football!! Whoohoo!!

Either that or volleyball. haha =D

Talk to ya'll later!! :)

Love,
Anna

a hero//my real name

i'm trying

am i failing?

i reach forward

for the lost

try to be a hero

am i failing?

i don't know

i want to be

what i'm supposed to be

a hero

someone who saves others

who goes the extra mile

and does what's asks

does what's right

even when nobody else won't

a hero

running forward

grabbing the torch

sacrificing yourself

saving others

helping the lost

a hero

it doesn't matter what happens to you

you don't care

you're selfless

only the others matter

help them

save them

a hero

that's what i'm trying to be

but am i?

am i working hard enough?

i can't do it on my own

there's Another out there

Someone who watches over me

only He can help me

become what i'm supposed to be

a hero

Hello.

You have known me for about a year as a person named Storyteller.

A person shrouded in mystery.

A person without a face.

A person without a name.

And now, you will know that name.

My name is Anna.

I'm striving to be a hero.

Are you a hero?

Thanks to each and every one of you. You are amazing. <3

God bless.

Love,

Anna

Change//Random

Dear Readers,

cold+blogging+Road to Avonlea+reading=lovely day, despite the cold that includes the stuffy nose and tickle in the back of the throat

Sometimes change is scary, isn't it? Sometimes it's scary to change. But we shouldn't be scared, if that's the path that God's leading us on.

enjoying pinterest//praying for my cold to go away//can't wait to reveal my name//hopefully longer posts coming soon

Love,
Me

You're Amazing

Dear Readers,

Ah, why do I feel this way? Sometimes discontentment gets hold of me. But why should it? I have made amazing friends on blogger. You are amazing. Just knowing that you're there... it's amazing. I don't know if we're the closest or not, but I feel like I know each and every one of you, like I could recognize you walking down the street. You're my friends. I love all of you.

I hope sometime, here on earth, though I would love just as much to meet you in Heaven, at least, it would be very awesome if, maybe, some time in the very far future, we could all meet together, talk about God under the stars, have a campfire and cook smores, write stories together in old notebooks with pens about to run out of ink. To have LOTR marathons and spill popcorn on the carpet. Run a mile and die together trying. You know. Just be... friends.

I don't want our friendships to ever end. I love you guys so much. <3

Love,
Me

what i forgot//and more

what i forgot:

thoughts journal//list of post ideas//nothing else, thank goodness

leaving for something...

it makes me scared i'm going to forget something

and usually i do

things that i thought i wouldn't need

or i hadn't even thought of

why does this stuff have to happen to me?

i don't know

it just does

does that happen to you?

looking forward to revealing my name//new blog design//so much more

farewell

thanks for reading <3

Auditioning for a Movie

Dear Readers,

I don't know if I ever told you this, but once I got the chance to go and audition for being an extra in a movie. I ended up not doing it, though, because we found out, as we were auditioning, that the movie actually wasn't that great.

BUT.

The experience of getting to go was really awesome! Even though we had to wait for FOREVER. lol In line to get to find out everything, of course. Since were just extras, we didn't have to read a script. If we'd wanted a small speaking part, we would've had to go and read for it, but since we didn't like the movie, we obviously didn't.

But, anyway, being an extra in a movie just sounds awesome, so I thought that I'd go and walk you through what happened to me that day. Sound good? :)

I've been in lots of plays--like, LOTS--so we made a small resume having them on it, just in case. (you never know) I was freaked out about what I should wear (because I'm totally not a fashion person) but I finally picked out something that was both nice and comfortable, so that I wouldn't always be like itching myself in some uncomfortable clothes the whole time.

They were having the auditions at a local restaurant. The reason that we even had the chance to audition is that the people making the movie wanted to have locals actually play the extras. So we got there, and the whole parking lot was FULL of cars. We got into the already long line and waited for what seemed like forever. We ended up talking to this lady and found out that she'd already been an extra in a movie that had been filmed locally. (you have must undoubtedly seen this movie, but I won't mention what it is for the sake of my location)

We finally got inside and all sat at this table, where we sat for about an hour, just talking with ourselves and the other extras we were paired with. Then we were called upstairs, where we filled out an information form. We waited in there for less then downstairs, and then we were called into the other room. They had two guys with dry erase boards and dry erase markers. They asked you your name, wrote it down (I had to correct the guy--he got my last name wrong =P) and put a number beneath it. Then you walked over to one of the guys with a camera and they took your picture.

Then we all sat down at these tables with a whole bunch of other people who wanted to be extras. They told us about the movie, and we got introduced to the director. Then we were released.

Overall, it was a fun experience. :)

Have you ever been or had the opportunity to be an extra in a movie?

~Storyteller

I'm Slowly Starting to see the Picture Here

Dear Readers,

About running, I mean. It seems like everybody's always like, "I'm going running," or, "I love running," or something ridiculous like that. (because who could actually like running?? OK, never mind, I can think of a few people...) And since I've torn my ACL, I've been introduced into this running world. (*pant pant pant*) And, as I'm not really the "runner type", I've never understood how somebody could actually like this pain.

That's when I figured out they liked it after the pain ended.

Well, gee, thanks.

And... that's when I figured out, if you're in shape, running is actually kind of fun, and you don't dread it as much. (yes, I did dread running. Yes, I kind of do dread running. Sorry, I just pretty much hate running. I would way rather be on here talking to you guys. :) Mostly because you guys are so nice and awesome.  And... way more interesting then running.)

But it's weird. I never thought I'd ever see running as maybe something I'd enjoy once I got a little more fit. (I was "a little more fit", but then I got out of that by doing more biking then running. Great job, me. Not really. So now I'm playing catch up. Which... is kind of annoying, because I expect myself to be able to do better, and I can't, so I'm having to slow myself down and not go as far. Yes, I'm still doing the "run rest" thing, which kind of stinks, but oh well. =P)

(Oh yeah, by the way, guess how long it took to find a picture on my boards on pinterest of like somebody running? [at least sort of runningishlooking] And they're not even really running!!! #iamasadcreature #needingarunningboard #ormaybenot)

So, yeah, I guess I'm getting better at that. (though, actually, today's not my running day. Tomorrow is. And then the day after that I have off free, because Saturdays and Sundays are free. YES YES YES. I used to live for my free days. JK haha =D) At least, a little better. It's easier to push yourself when you know you can do better, you know what I mean? Before it was just like, "pantpant I'm dying over here!!! pantpant"

Yeah.

Sad.

Really sad.

Anyway, so that's kind of your "weekly or so" therapy update. (update review: I'M DOING BETTER!!! YAY!!! AND I'M NOT HATING IT AS MUCH!! IS THAT A GOOD OR A BAD THING?!?! PERHAPS I AM GOING CRAZY!!! AND PERHAPS I SHOULD TURN OFF THE CAPS NOW BEFORE I GO TOTALLY BERSERKO ON YOU!!!)

Farewell, awesome people. :)

~Storyteller

P.S. Can't wait for 150 friends on Storyteller of Weston County!! :) Then I reveal my name. And I can use it on my blog posts. YES. *score*

P.P.S. Wow. I didn't know I had a "running" label. Whoopteedo. haha =D