this is why

Brit is right.

Blogging is a part of me.

It is something I do.

Just like you might play a sport.

Or an instrument.

We play with words, molding and shaping until the last word is punctuated.

nienie has an amazing story.

In 2008, Stephanie and her husband Christian were in plane crash.

Though they suffered severe burns, they both survived.

Stephanie received the worst of it, and was in a coma for 3 months before finally waking up.

She has often quoted blogging as her "therapy".

There is a world underneath our own, almost like a second skin.

This world is our dreams; our hopes, our desires, our passions, our ambitions.

Most of us think that this world only exists for us- therefore, we are afraid to share it with anybody.

But only the creators- the artists, the actors, the musicians, the writers, the bloggers; they are the only ones that realize that this world extends beyond.

And so they share it.

And this is what continues the legacy of our desires- feeding and growing off of others who have had the passion to go beyond the barriers of their own imagination.

Most called them crazy.

We call them gifted.

I call them courageous.

My name is Rebekah Walker, and I believe in blogging.

in an attempt to be teenage-ish....

..... I am starting something new on my blog.

You may have seen other things like this on other people's blogs.

Especially those that are my age.

So, in an attempt to be like my peers,

I am putting up an "Appreciation Worthy" box.

This is where, every week, I will put a person's name,

and why that person makes me smile.

Have fun! (And watch for your name)

OOh..... (shivers)

Are you excited?

I'm excited.

For tomorrow.

At 8 am.

Its. Gonna. Be. LEGITIMATE!!!!

:) Hahahahaha

(For all you not awesome/nerdy enough for marching band, it's starting tomorrow)

Drama...

Why drama?

Why, of all the stupid, shallow things, drama?

My poor friend had an interesting experience with it yesterday.

Luckily one person was there to make her laugh as hard as she could.

No, it wasn't me. I can't make anybody laugh.

I hope she's doing all right.

What do you say when a person is going through that?

Sap by the Scores.

Here you go.

SUMMER!!!!

I'll do a sappy I'll-miss-you-jr.-high post later.
But here's what happens when you get:

Me

Lara

Cole

Andrew

Carly

Micaela

Carrie

Annie

Nate

Hanna

Ryan

and Sequoia

In a room together:

Macey's
Pizza
Slugs
Psych
Apples 2 Apples
Werewolf
More Pizza
Cookie Dough

Oh... and LOTS of laughing/giggling/chortling/snorting/snickering.... etc.

(Needle and Haystack Life -Switchfoot)

Yearbooks.

Lagoon was AWESOME!
Can we go again next year? Pleeeease?
The problems with signing yearbooks are as followed:

1) You can't remember the poor sap's name
2) All anybody writes in your yearbook is H.A.G.S., making you feel worthless
3) You do the same as above because you're feeling sour and rushed on time
4) Everybody's in a hurry because they're afraid there's not enough time, making the message very hard to read
5) People want to counteract numbers 2 and 3, and so they take up an entire page writing random junk about the school year
6) See number 5, vice versa

Good luck.
You'll need it.