YouAreEverything's Blog

OK, so I actually got this idea from a guy who makes videos on Youtube (Heather? and Cade? Wow, I need a life) and his was great and so I thought...what the heck. It cant be too hard. And then my mum went to a class and she said that, in doing this it is supposed to help to affirm you and make you feel better about who you are...I thought OK...
Unfortunatley once I started this i forgot to remember that nothing in the English dictionary is a proper adjective for the letter "K", so I had to compromise a little...I think it's ok. Well, it doesn't totally suck, anyway.

(super)Kalafragalisticexpealadotious
Amazing sock-sorter
Yes its true...I am learning the nunchucks
Lalala singing is so much fuuuun
And that's the end.

that's what KAYLA means : ]

what do you do when you start to have feelings for one of your best guy friends? :(

So I was really bored last night before dinner . . . and so I decided to write a little bit : ) I had this pretty much done in about three minutes. I guess I had alot to say LOL! I want to sort of dedicate this to two people - Heather, my video-making buddy on YouTube who inspired this little poem; and Heather Taylor, a friend on GodTube : ) I hope you guys find some sort of blessing in this!! I love you!!

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The golden hair that falls in your face
Wont ever fall the same way after this
You lost track
You found something you wanted to see
You let time slip past so carelessly
Hold on, hold out a hand
You cant say no until you’ve made a plea
And when the clouds gather
You simply wave them away
And when the sunshine falls upon your head
You run so fast it cannot stay
You came and you laughed and you fell hard for me
What’s it to you should we
Wear each other, wear us out to last
You fell away from boredom and wrote it a letter goodbye
You can
As grass grows up around your hands
I’m still breathing, you are alive
I have been here all day
And the world is unfolding into me
Stack me up, help me out
Set me free
Give me room to breathe
Hear me through the music
Be the reason I keep saying
Tell me everything under the sun
Then tell me what goes on up above it, I
I have lost myself again, only to be found again
Be my friend
The sky isn’t real until you turn your face to it
The sun will hide behind the gathering clouds
Its waiting for the magic-maker to make it . . . shine.

I’m still standing here, you are sleeping at my feet
This air is everything you need to stay
Alive, you can stay
And bring me to life
I pray for a movement to reason the departure of you
Dragging through the tall flowers I watch it
As I wait, patiently, you said I knew
When the raindrops fall
I think of you. Your laugh still rings out here
And the shadow of the day folds me up
In the air the gold keeps the rain away.

I wrote this song for a very special young man. And I couldnt think of a name for this...I might just have to let him name it....lol. Well here it is:
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Please dont lose hope in me out there
Your eyes go from blue to purple to green
I cant touch you through the glass plane
But I can see you sitting, so I stare

Our world is equivalent of a million tiny bubbles
I blow with the breath you breathe into me
You can look but dont touch
You can touch but don’t make the memory

So many things to remember
When I have enough on my mind already
I want to spin but not get too dizzy
Spin with me and lets do it steady

We can go from sunlight streaked with amber
And swim through the stories that weve told
And behind my eyes the moonlight spills glitter
And everything we touch, it turns to gold

Ohh, oh, oh, oh oh
You can believe it
You just cannot think too hard
We can be soaked green as Peter Pan
Dont worry, don’t wonder

Ill talk to you on a painted doorstep
Ill walk with you and never stop, if that is what you want
So I want this to be all that I see
I want all of this to become me

I want to soak this in like an empty child
I don’t claim perfection even as Im standing on it
I dont call flawless when I touch it
The porcelain mathematics, such a small bit of this

Its something like a simple state of being
You touch it . . . and the bubbles pop
You look too carefully . . . but I, you wouldn’t dare
And I could spin this earth into my hands
In this shimmering, crystalline air

Ok. I have to get this down because I cannot seem to explain it to anybody within earshot of my continual stream of blabber. But ok.
So last Wednesday I was at youth group, my favorite place to be almost anytime. I love my youth group. All of my friends were made there and I have a great night jammin onstage with our band (i sing, no duh) and meeting God there. But lately there seems to be a problem amongst some of the . . . boys . . . men? (Young men? Do I sound medieval??) in our YG.
Unlike many the other males I have some into contact with over the course of my life, they are quite different in regards to "physical intimacy" with one another.
Yes, I said pysical intimacy. Now watch, 'cause I'm about to go off.
While most other young men will greet each other with what I call the "guy nod" - the quick, up-down drop of the head - or perhaps, the high-five, or the handshake, or even the quickly uttered, "Hello," these guys take a slightley different aproach.
They run and JUMP on one another. Then they'll bury their face in the other's shouldar, hold on for a good 10 seconds, and then heartfeatly exclaim, "I'm so glad to see you, man, I've missed you. Come on, let's go."
Is this even remotely normal??? Is this sane? My mum was ranting about this in the car yesterday, and how much it creeps her out. She says that it's not healthy. I, on the other hand, have no idea what to think.
I mean . . . it's better than violence, right? Instead of smacking or hitting? They lay their heads on each other and lay on each other and hug each other. They even spoon and hold hands.
I've known all of these guys since I was a stringy little girl with hot pink braces and skinned knees. Now that we're alot older, I'm wondering what the boundry is between being affectionate, and appearing homosexual.
And I KNOW that none of them are gay. I know. They each like different girls (one of them even likes ME). They dress like every other guy and play sports and guitar . . . but is this ok? Where does the line get drawn? And should the adults even be bothered? Is it any of their business how these guys express affection? I'm so confused, and I don't know where I stand on this. Because it seems that other guys who didn't used to do this are now picking up on it, and there's going to be a meeting about this sometime soon. Does anybody have any thoughts? comments? an opinion?
'Cause I'm open.