No Room

"No room. Only a manger of hay. No room. He is a stranger today. No room. Here and His world turned away. No room. No room."

"Lonely" might be a better title for this post. I've been feeling lonely lately. Since about the 10th week or so of school. I really haven't made any new friends, and I see people I'm close to once (maybe twice) a week, and only for a litte while. It's my own fault. When school started I was mostly just focusing on school when I was at campus. I don't like to have lunch there if I don't have to (which is most of the time, thankfully), and though I've made some aqquaintances, they're not exactly friends. I know, might seem a bit picky to define a difference, but there you go. RUF ended last night for the semester. But then, the semester ends next week.

I'm gonna go get lunch, but I just thought I'd put this out there for you folks who I know and read this. If I've seemed a bit down for no reason, now you know why. If I've pushed you away, please let me know so I can apologize.

If you've been a bit down and I didn't notice, I'm sorry. Please tell me. We can talk to each other.

In sociology class this past week we watched a video about religion and how it is cultural and affects cultures. One of the images in the video was a statue (I think it looked sorta like a buddha) and singing coming from people who were off camera. I have no idea what words the people were singing, as it was not in English, but it was very pretty sounding. It had nice harmony and rhythm.

This scene made me really sad. I didn't cry, but it's the saddest I've felt in sociology class. These people were singing beautifully to a false god in worship. This god would not save them from anything. It's a statue. Their works of worship to this statue would not get them into heaven, or have a better reincarnation, or anything.

There were other simmilar scenes, but none that made me as sad as this one.

this is funny

Disorder RatingParanoid: LowSchizoid: LowSchizotypal: LowAntisocial: LowBorderline: LowHistrionic: LowNarcissistic: ModerateAvoidant: ModerateDependent: ModerateObsessive-Compulsive: High
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What do you want to learn?

kudos to Norman for watching Accepted and writing about it. (That was the credit where credit is due sentence so I won't be called for plagiarism.)

I want to learn or better understand (in progress):
clay pottery, guitar, photography, some form of self defense, how to play the Bodhrán drum, ballroom dancing with flair, story writing skills, Irish language, Hawaiian (Polynesian) language

What about you? What do you want to learn?

Daughter of the King

In my guestbook from graduation, one of my friends wrote, "You are a...daughter of the King." Hmm. That was a very nice thing to write.

King of kings, and Lord of lords. That's more than just song lyrics. Those song lyrics are truth. And how amazing they are. This King, the King of kings, even though He had a Child that He was perfectly pleased with, and had no need for anyone else, He adopted select people to be his children. He adopted me. And it wasn't because I had done something wonderful, either. Not only was I not alive when he adopted me, but I had already sinned against him in Adam. He chose me. Why? Oh, why I don't know.

I should always be grateful. Unfortunately, I'm never as grateful as I should be, and I'm never grateful as often as I should be. Yet He still loves me and calls me His child. He calls me daughter.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed
us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he
chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and
blameless before Him. In love He predestined us for adoption through Jesus
Christ, according to the purpose of His will, to the praise of His glorious
grace, with which He has blessed us in the Beloved. In Him we have redemption
through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of
His grace, which He lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to
us the mystery of His will, according to His purpose, which He set forth in
Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in Him, things in
heaven and things on earth.

In Him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according
to the purpose of Him Who works all things according to the counsel of His will,
so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be to the praise of His
glory. In Him you also, when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your
salvation, and believed in Him, were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit, Who
is the guarantee of our inheritance until we acquire possession of it, to the
praise of His glory.

Ephesians 1:3-14

time for a change!

okay people! I'm tired of my web address for this blog. So I'm gonna change it.
I hope to change the address from www.prydeofthekitty.blogspot.com to www.daughter-ofthe-King.blogspot.com by the week of August 21st. so, stay tuned and be ready to switch!

Today I almost poured katchup into my drinking glass.

Waiting for the Right Time

It’s good to wait for certain privliages that mark a certain maturity until you’re older. It makes those privilages mean more.

I waited for makeup until I think I was thirteen. I think that was a good thing. To this day, I do not value makeup as what makes someone pretty. A lot of times, I wish people would wear less makeup and let their faces shine through. Though, I admit, sometimes it makes me feel better about how I look, but I try to steer away from heavy makeup. I wear it heavy for being on stage, something I’ve gotten used to (after four years of recitals) but still don’t really enjoy.

My parents had me wait until I was sixteen to have my ears pierced. For me, it was made a growing up thing. I like it that way. It was no longer a peer pressure thing. I turned sixteen, and didn’t want to get my ears pierced right away. I waited about six months before I decided I wanted it. It was my choice, it was a sign of growing up, and it had nothing to do with anybody else having their ears pierced.

I like the tradition of the flower toss after a wedding. It’s a celebration of the union of the bride and groom by the young women expressing the desire to be married someday. I realize it’s a fun thing to do, but I like it where older girls are in it and not kids. Being in that group of young women is, at least in a way, a statement to the young men that says, “I’m of age. I can accept interest.”


It’s good to wait for grown up and mature things. I’m glad I did. I didn’t want to at the time, but those were the rules, and I followed them. (and I will continue to)

Everybody Who's Somebody Will Be There

What does it mean to be "Somebody"?

I’m somebody. I can walk up to a complete stranger, tell him my name, and three (possibly interesting) facts about myself. That person would then know my name (a part of who I am whether I like it or not, but that’s a different subject), and if I choose my facts well, he would know what makes me different from or perhaps similar to him, what makes me tick, what I really like, what I really dislike, things like that.

But does that make me Somebody? All I’ve done is tell a complete stranger my name and a few other facts or details. Are facts and details what makes someone a Somebody? Or is it something more special that makes someone a Somebody?

There’s a song I really like (ah, the joy of knowing good country music). I don’t remember all the words, but it starts out saying “she hasn’t done this incredible feat, or this incredible feat, etc” (things like going to the moon, a solo hot air balloon ride around the world, and being a pop star), “But she’s somebody’s hero, a hero to her baby with the skinned up knee...” [emphasis added] The song goes on, she’s still a hero to her daughter when her daughter gets married, and her daughter wishes she could be like her mom, “But she already is, She’s somebody’s hero, a hero to her mother in the rocking chair, she runs a comb through her silver hair...” [emphasis added] So those two women are heroes. That’s gotta count towards being a Somebody, even though we never hear their names or three facts about them, and even if only one other person noticed.

Are you supposed to be something Special, or a part of something Special, in order to Be Somebody? The movie Independence Day has a part that I think is really good. (it’s a good movie, too) There’s a character, David, who has been divorced for I think about a year and still hasn’t taken his wedding ring off. His ex-wife left him so she could have a job as an assistant to the President of the United States (nothing icky, or like an affair thankfully). I don’t hold it to be a good reason to divorce, and certainly not a Biblical one. There’s a dialogue between them at one point in the movie. She likes her job because it’s Important and says, “Don’t you ever wish you were a part of something special?” His reply is a firm, “I was part of something special.” Aww. He considered their marriage special. That’s a good thing. So, does that make him a Somebody? Or is he not a Somebody until he finishes helping to save the world?

So, just what does it mean to be a Somebody?

this makes me sad

This has been bothering me for awhile. The Chronicles of Narnia are symbolic of Christ, heaven, and lots of things in the Bible. And we all know "Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen." So, what about Susan? She was a queen of Narnia, and reigned for around 15 Narnian years, I think. Yet, in The Last Battle, Peter said to Tirian, "My sister Susan"... "is no longer a friend of Narnia."

17 and being 17? Is that okay?

So, what does it mean to be a single 17 year old teenage who hasn't been on date and hasn't even ever been asked out on a date? Is that okay? Or is it a social scandal? And is society and the local culture the thing to judge by?

That's what I think I'm going to make this blog about. Me, being a single 17 year old, and being okay with that (and sometimes not so okay), and I'll probably bring in some other wonderings that come up, and who knows what other miscellanious things will pop up along the way.

This isn't my main blog (heh, yes, I have two now). If you want to see the one that gets more traffic, click on the link "Dance Side". I share it with my best friend, and I try to post about once a calendar week or once every 10 days on it. Roughly. If you look at it you'll probably notice that it's not a very serious blog. :-)

So I'm going to try to be a bit more serious on this one... We'll see how that turns out. Stay tuned!

(Just in case you were wondering the answers to the above questions, this is what I have so far: I'm still figuring that one out; yes, it's okay; no, it's not a scandal; probably not)