New Blogger Continued- Messi is The Bomb.com

Hey kids

It's been so long since I've posted. Almost 2 days. I've said this before but I'll say it again just so my incompetence is ingrained in your minds forever- I have no clue how to do this whole blog thing. I think it'll be more of a random collection of thoughts and ideas rather than a cohesive, structured storyline with well-developed themes and messages. I'll leave that to Kayla.

First of all, I would like to give and enthusiastic welcome to our new (est) writer, Felix the Dragon. I hope he doesn't mind me calling him that because I think it's a fantastic name. I wish I'd thought of it myself, although I'm not sure it would fit me. I can't wait to read his stuff!!

   How I picture Felix's blog-writing process; approximately 300,000 times more badass than my own.

What am I here to talk about today? I have no idea, I just know I felt like writing something and my story characters are being stubborn and I don't want to deal with them right now. I guess I'll use this post to introduce myself a little further. 

I have a confession to make. Unlike Kayla, who is extremely smart and wise (we like to call her The Prophet), I am a total jock. When I'm not reading, writing, working at the vegetable farm or playing music, I'm watching, playing, practicing or talking about sports. Anything about sports- players, teams, games, leagues, stupid referee decisions, controversies- you name it, I'm all about it. Also, I hate American football and baseball, which makes me kind of out of place among your average American sports loving crowd. My sports are soccer and basketball.

I never played sports when I was younger, but beginning in my freshman year of high school I have been so in love with them that Kayla calls me Wood (after my future husband, the all star Quidditch player.) I unfortunately had to quit soccer, my favorite sport, but I'm lucky enough to be able to play basketball for my school, so I'm not completely out of the sports world.

Anyway, the greatest soccer player in the world, and my personal favorite, is the great Lionel Messi.

Behold, Lionel Messi with FOUR (4) Ballon d'Ors (award for the best player of the year IN THE WORLD)

 I only mention this for 2 reasons.

1) Everyone should know who Lionel Messi is and I think it's a travesty that almost none of my friends ever know who he is before I tell them.

2) Look at what he can DO

   

  While I don't agree with equating mere mortals with God, I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry real tears every time I watch this. It's so beautiful.

That was a very lame blog post and has nothing to do with the theme of the blog. Honestly I just wanted an excuse to show you Messi's gloriousness. But now that i think of it, it's probably good for you to know about Messi and how in love with sports I am. It saves me having to go off on a tangent to explain it later. And it will be important, because sports are a huge part of what got me through high school and a huge reason why I am who I am, and even why I'm alive, today.

Anyway I'd better go and sleep or something.

Goodniiiiigghhhhhttttt

-Violet

Psalm 103

Temporary Problems

Hello, everyone. I'm having some problems with my last post. Not sure why, but the text is very small. I hope to fix it soon. Sorry if it confuses you. -Kayla

Friends turned Best Friends

   Hey, everybody! So, just a warning, this is gonna be super sappy, but I said early on in the makings of this blog, I share happy and random thoughts as much as I do sad thoughts on bad days. Either way, I'm about to tell you all about a very special person close to my heart in this post today.

  First, however, I want to express my thankfulness and gratitude to Violet for her post yesterday. We talked about it afterword, but it doesn't hurt to say it here as well. She's a very close friend of mine, as she's expressed and I've said in past posts. If you've been here a while, you'll notice I talk about her most out of my friends. That's because, like she comes to me, I go to her to figure out what the heck is going on in my head. Both with mental illness issues and anything to do with writing. Which is another thing, her writing is not absolute trash!!! I love reading it and so will you, I hope.
   (Also, that aerobics video was on point. XD)
   But, really, I asked her to join because most of my advice here has either come from my own intuition or something she told me and it bled into my subconscious. And I love working on things like this with her. I think asking her to join me to talk with all of you is a wonderful idea. She speaks with her own voice, which I think is something to be admired and treasured in a friend like her. :)

   Now... I'm probably going to embarrass myself and someone else very much with the rest of this post. But, to be fair, he has also been offered a place on this blog as an author when I revealed that I was the author of this blog to him. And he has accepted, so no doubt he'll get back at me for writing about this, making me go more shy than I'm about to make myself.
   If you haven't guess or missed my occasional references of him before, though no name of him has been included as of yet, I am talking about my boyfriend.

   His real name, like all mentioned here, is going to be left unknown. What he's decided to be called here is Felix. Being the dork he is, that's the name of a book character and a dragon, no less. I don't mind, though. We're both dorky and nerdy. Pretty much how we met in the first place, actually. Whether it's meeting on FB through a post I made or in person for a nerd meeting (which was sadly cancelled that day), both of our "first meetings" had something to do with being total nerds.
   Felix has been a part of my life since pretty much right around when we started college together. I honestly had no idea he'd become so important to me as the months passed by. We just grew closer as friends, not really admitting to ourselves or each other that we may like the other more than just as friends. When he told me he liked me (finally), it took me three weeks to tell him outright I returned his feelings. As cliche as it sounds, everyone knowing the truth before we did ourselves is completely true. We found that out not long after we got together when pretty much everyone admitted to us that they figured it was bound to happen.

   But, really, though, Felix means the world to me. He's helped me so much through rough days already. Whether it's been me in tears or not speaking at all, he's been there for me. In return, I've helped him through his bad days, talking with him and giving hugs. And most of this was before we even started dating!
   Honestly, I'm just happy every day when I get to wake up and I'll have a message from him because he woke up before me. It's different, I'll admit and I'm probably bias on liking his messages most when my phone vibrates. But I'm happy. Which can be said for a lot in the past year and a half.
   I mostly had that gap between November and March of no posts because that was when a remembrance of everything that had happened the year before was re-occurring. So even though I was very happy when I started dating Felix, I was afraid to get back on the blog and bring back all those memories. However, with each anniversary, if you will, that came up, Felix would do something to keep my mind off what had happened a year before. And it worked. Even when other sad memories come up and he helps talk me through them or just spends time with me, I always make sure to thank him. Because what he, and other friends, do for me on days like those are things I'll always be trying to repay.

   I miss Felix greatly at the moment. He's halfway across the world on an abroad trip through the college. We've worked it out for good nights and good mornings. I'll admit, the first week was hard. I worried constantly, whether I said so or not. But he's having a great time and we have long talks when we can, sometimes staying up later than either of us should.
   I'm really proud of him. Not just for what school work he's doing out there, but also what he's gone through up until now. Since he's going to be an author here as well, I'll leave it to him to share what parts of his story he wants told. I can say, though, that I love him very much and I thank God every day for bringing us together.

   Now, enough of the sappy talk. I'll leave it here with a song. No doubt I'll be teased about being all adorable or something. But I'll do the same to him when he writes about me, so ha!
   I don't own this song and all credits go to their rightful owners. It's just awesome. I love Really Slow Motion's music.

-Kayla

Hi I'm the New (But Actually Old Because 19 Feels Really Old) Blogger

What's up everyone!!

I just spent like an hour complaining to Kayla about how I have no idea what I'm doing or how to blog, so bear with me. I guess the first thing to do is to introduce myself. I'm Violet. I'm 19 years old and I march to the beat of my own drum, like these guys.

https://www.youtube.com/watchv=fRscYVvEFt8&list=PL2J6kLWeTPwVXB5u9SEOAtNjDHyvoc25q

                                               The spandex. The neon. Just everything. 

This wasn't a conscious choice I made, but it's hard to fit in if you don't come from the same cultural background as the people around you. I didn't grow up watching Hannah Montana or High School Musical or Camp Rock, or listening to Britney and Miley and Demi and whoever else. I watched I Love Lucy and Leave it to Beaver. My first crush was Cary Grant.

I said that like it's embarrassing but honestly, have you seen the man??

                                       Tall, dark and handsome. And so so stylish.

My favorite musicians were Louis Armstrong (thanks, Dad), Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Ella Fitzgerald and Judy Garland. If you haven't heard of them, a) who are you and b) who raised you? I'm totally kidding. Also I'm sorry for rambling. My point is, I don't know how to be a cool kid. If I tried, I'd make an idiot of myself. Been there, done that in 8th grade and let me tell you it was not a pretty sight.

Partly by choice, and partly by necessity, I spent a lot of time alone in my high school years, reading books or writing stories and poetry. Needless to say, my poetry was, is and always will be absolute trash. But that's not the point. It was fun.

That's how I met Kayla. We kind of gravitated toward each other, I think because we both felt a little (or a lot) out of place. I don't remember becoming friends. We always just were. Throughout high school we got closer and closer and now I love her so much that I'll need two hearts to hold all the love I have for her. We're in college this year so it's been different, but she's still the first person I think of when I need to talk about something.

I'm like her in a lot of ways. We're both Christian, although I'm Catholic and she's Methodist. We both love Doctor Who and Harry Potter probably quite too much. We like to read and write and make ridiculous jokes. We're similar in a lot of ways that aren't so fun as well. Kayla asked me to join this blog because, like her, I have some firsthand experience in the delightful and thoroughly enjoyable field of mental illness, namely depression and anxiety. It took me a while to decide to accept her invitation, partly because I didn't know if that was something I wanted to talk about publicly and partly because I was afraid it would become a temptation to wallow in self-pity, always thinking and talking about my feelings and my problems. That's something I do all too often.

                                             Actual photo of me on a daily basis.

But I thought about it a lot, and I think I've made the right decision in accepting. Kayla has done a wonderful job of not making this one of those blogs, where people go when they're miserable, hoping it'll make them feel more miserable and therefore feel better somehow. It's not a blog about mental illness, it's a blog about life and everything that comes with it- joy, fear, suffering, happiness, all the ups and downs that everyone has to go through. I probably won't keep within the strict themes of the blog every day, and I hope Kayla doesn't kill me for that, but I can promise you on the grave of my ancestors there will be nothing political. I will try to tie everything I write into the blog themes but some days I might just want to have a good laugh or talk about something exciting I've learned. I've found that those things can help the most.

So, thanks for having me! I hope you'll come back and read more of our stuff and I'm sorry in advance for all the trash I'm about to write. God Bless you all!!

-Violet

Jeremiah 1:5

New Blog Author!!!

   Hey, everyone! I have some exciting news!!!

   One friend of mine, Violet, whom I've mentioned on my blog before, has accepted my invitation to become another author for this blog! She's one of the best friends I have to talk about with these things, along with anything nerd-y, writing, and random. I'll find some way to change colors or something to differentiate her posts from mine.
   Either way, I'm super psyched to have her writing with me!!! :D

-Kayla

Time Goes By...

   Hey, everyone. I know it's been a while again. Getting back into the writing mode is harder than I thought it'd be. I'm trying, so I'm going to start how I did before. Something long and meaningful.

   When I started this blog, everything hurt. I didn't know what was going on in my life. Everything felt like it was crashing down around me. I was trying, but nothing seemed to be working.
   Now, if you've been following my blog, you know how much I hold value in friendship. Not long before I started this blog, I was stabbed in the back by one of the few I had. To add salt to the wound, I'd been dealing with heavy anxiety and depressive episodes. (I'm working on getting diagnosed for depression officially, so I'm trying to be careful in how I word this.)

   When I started, even here, behind a screen, I tried acting like I was okay. My peppy bright posts about something random were usually after when I had a day of "no thought". It hurt and I hated it. But on my worse days, I made some of my most important posts. Forgiveness, my most read, is one.
   I'm going to be honest, I didn't know how I was going to make it to the end of last year. I started going uphill, but then different events made me go back down into that hole again for varying reasons. I kept climbing, but each hit brought me down deeper again. Eventually I asked some friends to make sure I stopped dodging out of going into counseling. And, God bless them, they did. Even threatened to drag me in there themselves.

   I am so thankful for all of my friends. They mean the world to me and I don't even know how I managed to find some of them. After making a lot of quick-friends, it took some of my bad days to figure out who were real-friends. The others I don't talk to as much, mostly because they just wouldn't understand what I would go through with a split-second change.
   Now with several months now of only a few bad days, I'm still extraordinarily grateful for the friends I have. I'm making new memories that are slowly replacing the old. I've mentioned my new boyfriend a few times and he certainly helps me through a lot of all that. New, happier memories. Though I won't share how because even if they are chaste, they're still special private moments in my heart.

   My point is, time goes by. Good and bad. The worst times will pass. I don't think that I've gotten through the worst to ever happen to me, but now I have some solid footing, which I didn't really have before.
   Whatever comes, I'll be ready. And I hope to help others through their hard times, too. Cause if there's one thing I've learned from all this: You can't go through it alone.

-Kayla

Now On Tumblr!

Hey, everyone.

   Short post since it's late here, but I'm now on Tumblr! Follow the link to see my page. I'll add the link on the side bar as well.

https://fightingwithmemories.tumblr.com/

-Kayla