Quote of the Day: May 14, 2018

Just keep doing the next right thing.–My pastor, Edward Mast.

 

–Abby

 

 

 

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Spring

Spring

by William Blake

 

 

Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute.
Birds delight
Day and night;
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.

Movie Review: The General//Pinterest Haul

It’s me. I’m back. Despite my lack of posts this month, I am indeed very much alive.

 

And, instead of my typical monthly book review, I’m reviewing a 1926 movie instead (because, well, why not). This is the first movie review I’ve done in an *abominably* long amount of time. *NOTE: I just realized this is my first ever full movie review, which seems very odd because I remember writing a movie review and have no idea where it went.  So. Anyways.

 

 

The General

 

The General (1926). Never saw this staggering poster before!
*picks first poster I found on Pinterest*

 

A bit of background: My local opera house was showing this classic silent film (yes, that’s a thing) and my family, being the nerds we are, decided to go. But, let me tell you, this is not just a SILENT FILM, for it was accompanied by a WIND ORCHESTRA. If you anything about me, you know that I love music, particularly classical, so hearing a wind orchestra LIVE was about as close to heaven on earth as I can get.

 

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psst. sorry for the poor quality. my phone’s camera is terrible 😉

Plot: The movie wasn’t fantastic in this area, but it wasn’t pained, either. Basically, it’s about this *real life event* that happened during the Civil War. An engineer, Johnnie Gray, fights his way through the movie for his train, The General. Meanwhile, he is put off by his intended, Annabelle Lee, and tries to regain her love.

 

 

Acting: In all honesty, the acting was hilarious. I’m not sure if it’s just because the movie is so dated and acting has changed so much since the silent films or if the actors where just stellar at face expressions, but I laughed my way through the movie. Granted, their were some “euhh” parts, but that’s with any comedy, so, yeah.

 

Script: Well, this is a silent movie, so, well….it doesn’t really have any. But, then again, it has words up on the screen every few minutes so one can understand what’s happening during dialogue scenes. It didn’t seem to corny.

 

 

Cinematography: Considering the movie was made nearly a hundred years ago, I’m not going to judge it too harshly, though I will say I was surprised at how good the cinematography is.

 

Music accompaniment: Awesome. Just. Awesome.

 

 

Overall opinion: Fairly good. Not my favorite, but certainly enjoyable.

 

 

 

Now on to the Pinterest haul!

 

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this to you guys before, but I am a Pinterest addict. I might have a slight problem…anywho, I wanted to do something fun, so I’m just picking random pins I’ve enjoyed recently. And, if any of you guys are on Pinterest, come find me here.

 

 

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Sooo pretty. I wish my hair was that long….

 

 

nice 34 Memes That Are Just Way Beyond Funny

Second grade boys know what’s up.

 

 

So Relatable - So Relatable Photo (36697140) - Fanpop

 

 

See this Instagram photo by @remallory • 9,066 likes

Because MATTORY LIVES. Some of you will get that. And because of Mallory’s hair. Such a gem.

 

 

The Monogrammed Life: FASHION FRIDAY: 5 FALL FAVORITES

 

 

 

 

 

climb trees and run through sprinklers

Who’s with me?

 

 

 

 

I am using this line

I have no idea what movie or show this is from. All I know is that I’M USING THAT LINE.

 

 

15 Best GIFs Of All Time Of The Week

ME. Though I tend to try to do ballet instead…

 

 

 

And, that’s all folks! What are your favorite classic films?

 

~Abby

It’s the Little Things in Life

It’s the little things in life.

 

A few weeks ago, our church had its annual Jubilee (revival meeting), which was amazing, by the way. We had a singing tour group come through and I told Kenzie, my cousin, that I was excited to hear the group because when I had heard them sing during previous years they had sang one of my favorite songs. I don’t know the song on CD or anything so I was super excited because I thought they were going to sing it. I was disappointed when they had an entirely new lineup of songs and it wasn’t on the list.

 

Then, yesterday, we were sitting in church and our pastor asked for the special music. The man got up to sing and as he was playing his guitar and going through the first verse I thought “Hmmm, this sounds familiar. I know this song.” He got a little bit farther into the verse and it hit me. This was my song. I glanced over at Kenzie and she beamed at me. She had noticed, too. I was finally going to get to hear my favorite song again, this time sung Bluegrass style. I loved it.

 

It really is the little things.

 

–Abby

One With The Sun

Summer Field
By A.F. Moritz
Child
one with the sun
in trackless fields
of yellow grass and thistle, scent
of humid heavy air and the wing music
of bees and flies.
Child, slender
nakedness to itself unknown,
true colour of the light
dispersed invisibly
or glowing around the black hulls
of distant thunderheads, around
the grasshopper’s countenance,
solemn, vigilant and wise.
Green apples, poured full
of density, of crispness, float unmoved
under leaves on the slope. Brown
fallen apples nest
in secret whorls of grass. The apple tree:
alone in so much space. And below
in the woods by the water
a sweet dead branch
cracks lightly
in the shadow in the wind.
But here is an old track
through the grass head-high
to a child: who
made it? They must have
passed and passed by this one tree,
by the abandoned, tireless car
where rabbits peer out, and the circle
of black embers,
cans, springs, skeletons
of furniture. They too
passed here many times
on their way from the street’s end
to the oaks that screen
the river. There
the sun is nesting now, night
rises with pale flutterings
of white wings from roots
of plants and the black water.
–Abby

My Summer+Photography Post

IT”S AUGUST.

School starts in a month.

I am not ready for this.

But here I am, typing away on Spike (my laptop–I watch too much Flashpoint) when I should really, really be sleeping. But, hey, it’s only 12:02. The night’s still young.

Ahh, summer. The three months of freedom that every elementary and high school student relishes alike. Usually packed full of vacations, birthday parties, soccer games, camping trips, and trips to the pool. In an effort to actually blog, I will tell you how my summer has gone-so far-in one word:

Quickly.

As every summer does, this one has flown by. I’ve gone to the ocean. I’ve watched fireworks and an airshow. I’ve stayed up late watching movies and playing board games. I’ve survived a trip to an alligator farm. I’ve cried tears of anger and tears of sorrow and tears of joy. I’ve endured spending almost half of my bank account to buy Spike (It was a painful ordeal). I have watched people laugh and cry, rejoice and mourn. I’ve been cooped up in a house full of people and in a tiny room by myself. I’ve sorted through hundreds of books and videos and magazines and sat behind a desk and answered childrens’ questions and marked off symbols on cardstock with Sharpies. I’ve written and I’ve read. I’ve played volleyball and mini-golf and went to the gym. I’ve chatted with friends casually and also have had some pretty serious conversations. I’ve driven a vehicle bigger than a Lincoln Towncar for the first time. I’ve explored ruins of forts and walked through nature reserves. I’ve been to gift shops and Walmarts and souvenir stores and Winn-Dixie and museums and art galleries and libraries and churches and hotels and historical sites and malls.  I’ve attended revival meetings and have been revived. I’ve made life-changing decisions and goofed off with other teenagers. I’ve lived.

 

In a few short weeks, my summer will be gone. School will start. So will strict schedules, early rises, microwaved lunches, long lectures, lots of highlitings, speed-readings, flashcard making, equation solvings, homework beginnings. But will it be good for me. And I’ll wait for the funny teachers, the recesses, the weekends, the moments when I can live again.

 

And now (drumroll, please) it is time for the long-awaited photography post!!!!!

I am very much an amateur who hasn’t had very much practice. My bestie and her ‘brother’, though, are also photographers, so I can get a few pointers. If you want to check out her photography board, click here.

And so, without further ado, here goes:

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–abby

 

Career Choices

You guys know the drill. You, as young teenager, are more worried about when your pizza will be delivered and when Incredibles 2 is coming out on DVD than about your future and ‘what I want to be when I grow up.’

And then an adult looks at you, cocks their head, and asks the dreaded question:

“So, what do you want to do with your life?”

You blink. Why do people always ask this? Why don’t they just realize that, for the time being, you want to stay as childish as you can for as long as you can and don’t want to think about college and taxes and adult things? But now you have to answer, so you beg off with the words “I don’t know.”

Well, my friend, now I know.

Ever since I was young, I’ve wanted to be a scientist. A vet was the first thing. I loved animals. Then it was a chemist, a marine biologist, etc. Above all, of course, I want to be a stay-at-home mom, but I’ve always wanted to get a nice education. When I reached my tweens, I dreamed of studying astronomy or computer science. I still would love to work for NASA and music is always a possibility. But I think I’ve found what God wants me to be.

For the past few years, I’ve heard a lot about the medical field. I’ve read books that housed characters that were doctors and watched shows where nurses were the heroes. I’ve had friends go off to college for nursing. I’ve heard of missions trips with large focuses on the medical side of things. My aunt is an RN. My cousin is an RN who works in the ER. Several people in my church have experience in the medical field. I’ve had to do a little bit of medical research for my novel, which I found fascinating. I liked studying the skeleton in biology. The more I think about, the more things in my life are pointing flashing neon lights towards the field of nursing.

I believe God wants me to be a nurse. It was never something I really wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to do something big, to make my mark on history. You know, like the first woman to walk on Mars or something. But I can’t get away from nursing. God won’t leave me alone. I’d much rather be an actual doctor or an astronaut or a concert pianist (haha I have no music skills) or college professor.

I really don’t know why God is leading me this way. I mean, I want to help people, but there’s other ways I could help people besides sticking IVs in them in hospitals. God just won’t let me get my mind off of it. I am really hoping this is of God and I’m not just somehow confusing myself, but I don’t see how it could be of me. If it isn’t of God, I pray that He’ll make that clear before I actually go to college for it.

Eventually, I think, He’ll bring Mr. Right along and I’ll marry. Then, I suppose, I’ll quit my job and become a housewife, which is what I’ve always wanted. But until then, and unless He tells me differently, I’ll be an RN.

 

–abby