Darn Apple!

     Grace sat on the makeshift bench eating her apple. The rest of her team was spread out on the other benches. They had just arrived at the church in a town called Booyala and already they had cleaned, swept, and brought in their many boxes and bags from the bus. Grace was not particularly happy to be there, as this was supposed to be her 5 days of rest and relaxation. But then she always had to stop and think, did she really come all this way to just sit around and do nothing? And she hadn't really done anything to deserve a week of rest, except for chopping weeds and pulling grass. So she sucked it up, and tried to be content.

Lunch was almost over and peanut butter and jelly was hastily being eaten by the slackers on the team. Grace took another bite out of her apple. Some of the skin got stuck in her teeth. Ugh, she hated that. She used her tongue to try and get it out so she wouldn't have to use her hands. Washing them was always an unnecessary pain and inconvenience. she felt the smooth texture of the skin wedged between her gum and tooth. She was still trying to get it out lunch ended. In haste she reluctantly stuck her finger up there and got it out. She spit it on to her hand to observe the little devil that gave her so much trouble.  

Only, what she saw, wasn't the red skin of her apple. Immediately, when she saw it, she got a wrench in her gut. Could this really be what she thought it was? It could. She reached her tongue back up to her tooth, and felt the one thing she was dreading. Oh junk............. 

to be continued

I say the word 'Jimmer' alot here

This is 9th week. NO HOMEWORK!!! whoot whoot! But during this week, I find myself doing more work then I normally would. Thats what I get for slacking off during 8th week. :/

Yesterday was fall formal. It. Was. Awesome. Period.
Me and my little sister Olivia painted our nails. (they look awesome btw they're pink and sparkly)
Though I didn't have a dress to wear, or anyone to do my hair, it worked out shweetly. I danced and sweat and took pictures in the photo booth thing. it was great. :)


Well, while at the party, I saw Jimmer (individual that shall not be named). Now me and Jimmer grew up together, our families used to be really close and junk. 
Well needless to say, eventually we grew further apart, and became pretty much like strangers who knew each others names. Nowadays every time me and Jimmer cross each others paths, it's alot like an awkward mess :/ And that sucks, because I miss Jimmer and his family. Whether or not they feel the same way, I knoweth not, and truth be told, I thinketh that they do not. (I really like saying thinketh and liketh and knoweth. and I have a rockin english accent)


I miss you Jimmer.


Last night I told this girl that I thought she was really pretty, and I made her feel really awkward. haha sorry lol
She kinda stuttered for like 2 minutes and then kinda said thank you....I think
I tend to make people feel awkward. But it's only because I love them

On a random note that has nothing to do with anything........
On sunday, I'm giving a presentation at church about my trip to Panama...woohoo!




I gotta lotta blogs to comment on.....

Introverted

I've lately realized that I haven't talked about anything seriously in a while. Truth be told, I get really awkward around serious stuff. 
I can never ever portray my feelings in the way that I feel them.  I also have the hardest time saying what I mean. I could be thinking the of the most eloquent, and the best response to a question, but when I open my mouth, blubber comes out. Literally. I'm pretty sure that I say the word blubber a few times. On top of that, I feel like I'm an awful communicator. If I mean one thing, I say something else. Nothing ever comes out how I want it to. Ever. 


This past summer I went on a 2-month mission trip to Panama. At the beginning of the trip, every time we went out to do evangelism I would semi-freak out, because I knew that whenever I wanted to give a reason for the hope that I had, nothing would come out right. But thank God for his Grace, Mercy, and Unconditional Love. 

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
   before you were born I set you apart;
   I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

 ⁶ “Alas, Sovereign LORD,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.”

 ⁷ But the LORD said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. ⁸ Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the LORD.

 ⁹ Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, “I have put my words in your mouth. ~Jeremiah 1: 5-10

The other day I watching America's Next Top Model cycle 17.

While I was indulging this  guilty pleasure of mine, my sister Candace comes in. 

                                                      (Candace is also a model. click here. But only when you're finished reading this of course)


The show had reached a climax and during one of the girls interviews, Candace casually says, "I was just in a runway show with that girl. What season is this?" 
"This is the current season." I say back to her.
"Aw, well then I guess you now know who gets eliminated." She then walks away laughing. Gee wiz, thanks for ruining the show for me.


I dare say that having a sister who's a model is pretty cool. Whenever we see or get a new magazine containing her we proceed to jump up and down in excitement.  


But still, I HATE it when people spoil tv/movies for me. HATE IT!!!!!  My friend Jessica enjoyed killing the suspense for me on a daily basis. I would always talk to her about my un finished Little House on the Prairie episodes with a great amount of expectation and she would always tell me how it ended even through my protests. But then of course I would proceed to kill her with my heated words and mean faces. So, if you ever spoil a tv show or movie for me, you better duck and hide. :)
Here are some more pictures of candace....just because:

and yes, I do watch and thoroughly enjoy little house on the prairie 

My View on High School.....sorta

School is cool, school is the bomb, school I love just like my Mom...............
^That is a song that me and my siblings wrote while we were doing our chores and getting ready for school. 


Well I have no idea what this blog post is going to be about.....sooo......

This weekend I went to my friends carnival at her school. West Minster Christian Academy is a $70 million school. They have 2 practice soccer fields,  8 tennis courts, a softball field, baseball field, a soccer field that they use for games, a football field, a huge pool, practice gyms, basketball courts for middle school and high school....... and the list goes on. I must say that this was my first time being in such a legit school. I was thoroughly  excited, but I must say that I was quite disappointed when the cafeteria didn't resemble that of High School Musical. 


I think that its safe to say that everything I know about high school comes from Disney channel and Degrassi. I average the similarities between the two sources and I have the perfect High School. Complete with baby mama drama, entertaining musical sequences, happy endings, he said she said drama and the rest.


My all time favorite Degrassi: The next generation characters are as follows:


Spinner (after he shot jimmy)
Craig (before he went crazy)
Ellie (just because she was awesome)
Sean (he was swheet)


I'm sure you'll notice that all of these characters are quite old and are no longer on the show. The show has obviously overstayed its welcome by like 5 seasons. Tv producers never know when or how to end stuff! Well I have an idea.
Some disturbed kid can  burn the school down with everyone inside except for Archie "snake" Simpson who is the only original cast member left standing.
Boom. End of Story.

Food for thought......or making

Well i have no idea what my blog should be about.....hmm

Well recently my mother and father told me that they can not give me away in holy matrimony until I know how to cook.

Well me and cooking have a long history. Back in the day, I used to master this giant with the ease of greased lightning. I held it under my thumb and gained the  advantage, it was a breeze. But now in the latter years of this survival game, I have begun to fall into fourth place, my father, mother, and little brother ahead of me. After failing time and time again i began to give up hope of ever finding peace, or food in this case. My lack of culinary expertise has gotten so bad that i have in fact tried to make noodles and literally turned them into mashed potatoes. That was an experience.

But I am ecstatic to say that last night, I successfully made dinner. By myself. Without help. And I got compliments on it.

YEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!! JAI HO!! BOOYAH!!!!!! 

I dare say that I am extremely excited about that. Mission accomplished.....now all I need is a husband. Any takers?

Whats in a name?

As I recently stated, I am in the habit of watching home videos. We have a video in which I am not born yet. But my mom is as big as a house pregnant with me. In the video, my Dad asks my older siblings what they wanted to name me. And I quote, "Zachariah!" Screams Candace, "Mr Tapes!" Pipes in Christian and Christina, and last and certainly least, "Pee Pee Head!!!!!" Shouts Danielle with the utmost  zeal. Now me, watching this years later, am mortified. Why? Because 1. I'M NOT A BOY!!! 2. REALLY??? REALLY GUYS??!! 3. I AM NOT A BOY!!!!!

Well thankfully my name is not Zachariah mrtapespeepeeheaded Johnson. Thankfully. 

Well my parents came through, and though they named me something boring, I am very thankful that it's sensible. BTW I'm not one of those black people that name their kids something like Antaquisha or Proliantasia or anything like that, so you needn't worry. However, I did recently sign up for Parents.com just so I could look at all their baby names and save them on my profile.....but Im not creepy or anything....(sketchy look)

Middle child syndrome??

Yesterday me and my older sister Danielle were watching home videos. Thankfully when we were younger our father carried a video camera around everywhere we went, so we have lots of memories. (I'll try to keep this story short) Yesterday we found a video that we had never seen before. I was the ripe old age of 3 years old, and my older siblings were, 8, 8, 7, and 6. It was Christmas time and we were at the Rehabilitation center down the street from us (Every Christmas we went down there to sing and put on a little Christmas program for them).
Throughout my siblings entire performance, I was always reaching for the single mic that they had, for, I just wanted to sing like my big brother and sisters. And every time I reached for the mic, my little hand of hopes and dreams would get pushed away, and I was constantly being told 'no'. After trying again and again to get the mic and sing my heart out, I finally ran away crying. 


When watching this video I realized that I am still the very same way today. After I would fail at trying to get the mic, I would retreat to behind my mothers skirt and silently cry. Though now, I'm much taller than my  mother and her skirt can no longer hide me, I still tend to retreat into my little cocoon and stay there. This video reminded me of the plagues from my childhood that I would silently endure by myself, never telling anyone what was wrong, or what I really wanted. Now I have two more siblings (12, and 6). And though technically I'm not the middle child, My mother has informed me that I suffer from the life threatening disease of middle child syndrome.
I refuse to be this way any longer! 


(But I actually don't know what middle child syndrome technically is, so I have no idea on how to defeat it)


If you are a middle child, I urge you to stand up for your rights. Take that microphone and sing your heart out despite of what anyone tries to tell you!!!
:D *wink wink*

Umm...I think?

Ok, 'about me' is done. Now all I have to do is click save.........There!  Wait.....what! bX-gnq480 error?? NOOOOOOOO!!! !!


As I set up my first blog account, the above situation happened much more then once. Frustration, frustration, frustration. After taking a deep breath (much more then one), re-typing (and shortening)  my about me, I finally got this to work. So here I am! My blog has arrived!!
Question #1: Do you ever listen to a song or watch a movie and think to yourself, "Darn! Why didn't I think of that?" Well from now on, in writing song or stories or anything else,  I am determined to think of all the things I think before someone else thinks of them. You feel me? How many hit songs or best selling books have to come out before we think about penning them down first? I will stand for this no more! Give me Liberty or give me Death! (Im 100% sure that if I had been there a couple of hundred years ago, that I would have come up with this)

Its time to break out the writing helmet...........