Did I ever mention that I hate titles? Whenever I begin my post, my creativity is stunted by titles. For, what am I to name a blog entry? It doesn't entirely make sense, unless I am specifically talking about some certain topic. But when I'm updating just to update, there isn't any sense in naming it.

Yeah. Ahem.
Today is Sunday! Thank God!
Last night we went to confession as usual. Father was there (as he always is, God love him) after the 7:00 Mass and there was the same huge line to his confessional that we see every week. I asked him about teaching CCD and he said that I was certainly qualified to teach, but he doesn't know if I'd be able to age-wise. He did say that I could assist dad (who will be teaching this year) and that it would be fantastic if I did.
We got out of OLL at around 10 and then we had to pick up some coffee for the week. While mom was at the bank getting that green stuff the government prints, Therese leans over to my seat in the car and tells me that there is this man sleeping under a light blanket under one of the stores across the street. I look, and lo and behold she is right. Both of us mention it to dad and he looks for a while trying to decide what to do (remember, it is frigid out and really windy). Then mom comes back into the car and dad tells her. We must have sat there for about 15 minutes wondering what to do. We knew that it would be really foolish to take the man home - he could have been doing this for money (which I highly doubted -I mean who would sleep out in the freezing weather as a scam?) or he might be insane or drunk. After a lot of back and forth, we decided see what the police could do. So we drive a minute or two, and for some reason, this one cop stops at the curb. Mom and dad notice it, and dad pulls over and gets out to inform the cop about the man. It turns out that it was a man and his wife (we didn't see the wife) who are rather wealthy people. They do this a lot, and the police have tried to get them to stop, but for some reason they insist on doing it.
So that was our little adventure for the night.
This morning I barely got out of bed (bleh). Dad threatened me a few times before I actually decided to venture out from under the covers. Basically the threats consisted of "If you don't get up we will miss the Children's Mass and you'll have to go to a survival Mass and deal with the altar girls and drums and electric guitars and 15 Ex Men (Eucharistic Ministers).
Father's Homily for today was wonderful and very helpful. He was talking about the true effects of sin. In one lie you defy God's truth, omnipotence, His sovereignty...and so much more - that isn't even touching upon the human effects of it! It was just eye-opening to realize what we do to the very God who created us.
I must remind myself from now on: "Death rather than sin."
After Mass we went to breakfast. I'm telling you, I felt like I was in a foreign country...as a tourist. No offence to anybody, but the place was swarming with every race, and NONE OF THEM SPOKE ENGLISH! Imagine how it feels, to be sitting in a restaurant, in your own state, in your own country, and be surrounded by people who don't speak the same language you speak or dress the way you dress! I mean for heaven's sake, if you LIVE in America the ACT like an American. America is not a very large hotel - it is a COUNTRY! A country which you pray, live, work and die for!
Thank you. I needed to get that out.
But lately I've been thinking in that way. It is pretty depressing when you realize that 1)There are countries out there that hate America. Hate it! Hate it's values, hate it's freedom, hate what it stands for! THEY DON'T WANT FREEDOM! And we have proof that they don't. 2) That there are people in our own country that hate America. 3) There is no way that this war - this holy war - is going to be snuffed out in a matter of months...or years. Go to Michael Savage's site and you will see a picture of a little girl of about 12-14 years of age, beheaded because she was a Christian (if you would like the link I'll ask my dad for it. He was browsing and I happened to see the picture). People are idiots if they can't see that the Muslims are dead serious about this war.
But! Among all this is hope. Of course there is. Where there is life there is hope. Not only that, but this upcoming persecution (no matter how horrible it is) is a very good thing for the Catholic Church. One must remember that it is by the blood of the martyrs that the Church thrives. In that case, bring it all on. Muslims are serious about their religion and would rather die than give it up. So too, are we Catholics. Much more so, in fact. Bring on the persecution, bring on your threats and tortures, bring it all on. I welcome it, because I have firm belief that the Catholic Church will come through triumphant. Maybe not in 10 years, 15 years, or even 200 years, but She will come out victorious as She always has.
Let us all be given the grace of a martyrs death!


"But you need have no fear, for Love has brought you here, and Love will take care of you. Let Love be your life, that you may die of Love." - Our Lord to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"Be faithful to Him and refuse Him nothing. Pave the way of His coming by the little acts He so loves, for He will come soon. Courage, courage, generosity and love....Life's winter is short and its springtide eternal." - Our Lady to Sister Josefa Menendez (From "The Way of Divine Love")

"A novice remarked to Saint Therese: 'I do not like to see others suffer, especially saintly souls.' She replied instantly:
'Oh! I am not like you: to see saints suffer never moves me to pity! I know they have the strength to endure, and they thus give great glory to God: but those who are not holy, who know not how to profit by their sufferings, oh! how I pity them; and I would do all I could to comfort and help them.'" - From "Thoughts of Saint Therese"

Ad Jesum per Mariam!

.Mia.

Thanks for the previous comments!

Wow. Haven't posted in a few weeks.

Well the schedual is...not as flexible...not exactly...erm...yeah. But besides that, life has been getting a little bit less hectic (just watch me jinx myself).

I finally did up (primped?) my old lj blog!! I'm going to start using it much more now. There is no way I'll stop using this blog, but I can't be as creative (layout-wise) with hsb.I kinda like the feeling - I'm supporting HSB, and evangelizing something modern (or trying to that is....).

Neeway, here is the link to the lj, and I'll post the HSB link on there as well.

Mumblings of a 12:00 Scholar - the LJ version.

Desperate situations call for desperate actions. I, Moira Anne Philomena, have made....a schedule. Not any normal schedule either. No. This schedule has been created to fit my every day-day. 

And why have I chosen such an extreme course of action? Well I got to thinking on how much stuff I have to do, not only in my real life, but also in my "cyber" life. None of the stuff I online is actually extremely important (with the exception of A.P.), but there are a lot of things that I do online that help me balance out my real life. My problem was this: I needed to make it so that the things that I wanted to do on the computer wouldn't take time away from the things that I needed to do. So I devised a list that (if followed) should take care of that problem, and make me a very happy camper.

Right now I'm treating the schedule as "The Almighty List", because I know that my greatest temptation will be lessening its value and making allowances for myself.

I don't understand how I got through this morning. I worked quite a bit yesterday and went to bed really late...like 4:00 am late. Then I woke up at 8, went to Mass (it lasted about 2 hours), went to breakfast and stayed talking with some friends for a couple of hours. Now it's 3:00 pm and I haven't even taken a nap. I can only hope that this sleepless-ness keeps up.

As for the 4:00 bedtime...well, I can explain that. I had borrowed an Agatha Christie book from the library ("And Then There Was None") and I wanted to start reading it. So I lit a candle (dad had been doing some wiring in the basement and my lights would go on and off) and started reading it. I was "hooked from page one", it was simply impossible to put it down. Well, needless to say, I finished the book in a few hours. I couldn't get to sleep after that (  ) so read some online comics. After about an hour, I was zonked, and I flopped back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I hate for this to be a strictly "what I did today" post, but that can't be helped, as I have to clean up my room before all chaos breaks loose.

Mia

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Oh my goodnes gracious! Dad woke me up this morning and told me that this guy at work had sent him home with PhotoShop and it was in his briefcase! Needless to say, I rushed up and installed it - and here I be!!

I'm free! No more strep. But I feel utterly...without cause. There is nothing interesting gor me to do, everything I write seems to be so bland, no inspiration.

But soft! An idea hath occured to me. I'll go out and take some pictures.

Nope...it got way too chilly out, and there aren't any pictures to take.

Oh well, looks like I'll just have to face English.

Well that little cold I had a few days ago turned out to be strep. Positively lovely. The wonderful thing about it is that I never know when it's going to hurt. I will be talking one minute and the next minute I'll give a little choke and there, it starts to hurt like nothing else. Not only that, but even when it doesn't seriously hurt, I sound like I smoke a pack a day.

Oh, and have I mentioned that this cough....oh never mind.

I decided to read yet another collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. Ah, I love the precise and logical thinking of Mr. Holmes - rarely ever does he loose his cool, or his mental abilities fail him.

I'm pondering if I should do some geometry or if I should sit down with my history book, or if I should continue writing. As don't particularly desire to exert myself in anything unnecessary, I think I shall stay here. But what to write?

*more than a half an hour later*

Needless to say, I got distracted. I'm going to call it a night now. To anybody who reads this, please pray that the rest of my family doesn't get sick and that my brother and I are well enough just to receive Holy Communion tomorrow. 

In Christ always

I'm sick. Unhealthy feelings reverberate through my weak body, and I feel like my brain has shrunk to the size of a walnut and is rattling around in my cranium.

Already, I have consumed 3 large bowls of starch and meat that has been boiled in broth, around 3-4 juice pops, and goodness knows how many unsalted saltines. I am also, shamelessly, still in my pajamas. 

Oh what a day. I hope it doesn't last too long. Serves me right for going too bed late and having too much sugar. 

Lately, the future has never seemed so close. I mean, for heaven's sake - I can't figure out what I want for breakfast in the morning, and I'm trying to find out which college I want and should go to?!!? Where has my God given sanity gone?!

I'm going to study some vocabulary...(SAT stuff...joy.) maybe that will clear my mind.

*click*

I really need to blog when I have more than half a mind with which to write with.

Good news of today: Picked my NYSMA piece. Yay! Hopefully by the end of this year (if I work fantastically hard) I will be in level 5. I just need to put my entire soul into it when it gets hard, love it all the more.

I think I'm going to read some of the Sil before I go to bed. *yawn* Anybody but me notice how these daily/weekly/monthly bloggings are getting shorter?

I need to qunech my thirst with some water, but there aren't any ice cubes. Darn.

"It has been told that Barahir would not forsake Dorthonion, and there Morgoth pursued him to the death, until at last there remained to him only twelve companions. Now the forest of Dorthonion rose southward into mountainous moors; and in the east of those highlands there lay a lake, Tarn Aeluin, with wild heaths about it, andall that land was pathless and untamed, for even in the days of the Long Peace none had dwelt there. But the waters of Tarn Aeluin were held in reverence, for they were clear and blue by day and by night were a mirror for the stars; and it was said that Melian herself had hallowed that water in the days of old. Thither Barahir and his outlaws withdrew, and there made their lair, and Morgoth could not discover it. But the rumour of the deeds of Barahir and his companions went far and wide; and Morgoth commanded Sauron to find them and destroy them." ~ Of Beren and Luthien, from "The Silmarillion"

I love that story, and especially Barahir. And Morgoth...I always imagine him as a fair, dangerous personality - but very fair in face.

Now...to get the dog off my bed (he isn't supposed to be on it, ugh) and get some shut eye.

God love you!

Moira

Please pray that she gets better before tomorrow - I'm kinda hoping that this is only a 24 hour bug and not something serious.

And you must think I've gotten substantially nuttier since my last post. I won't deny the possibility of it, but I can't help thinking of my violin as a real person.

I was going to write something that actually had some thinking value to it, but the rest of the family is watching LOTR and I'm finding it hard to concentrate.

So tomorrow is lessons and ice skating. Huzza!

Did somebody call Grond?

I finally got fed up with trying to fix the layout and so here are the fruits of a very agitated, busy, distracted, 15 year old girl. ...

A pre-made layout. I feel pathetic.

Oh wow....the Battle of Pelennor...gotta love it. *swoons*

It's hard to believe that I'll be 16 in a few months....not that 16 is old, but the fact that time is passing so quickly. I almost went into cardiac arrest yesterday when it dawned on me that I only have 2 more years until college. Makes me just want to curl up and go to sleep forever.

I like the idea of going through life though, even with it's trials and tribulations, the experiences make up for it all. Not only that, but as we grow old (and if we grow old properly), we not only know about the sufferings of humankind, but also the unique sweetness of that suffering. So all in all, there isn't too much to be afraid of when you unite yourself so close to Our Lord and His Mother that they are your spiritual cushions for when you fall.

Which reminds me, mom was reading us a story from the "Catholic Hearth" (I love that magazine so much) that has a lot to do with the above written. The example was ice skates. Now everybody knows how painful it is when you forget to sharpen the blades on your skates - the blades don't grip, so you slip and slide until your ankles eventually loose control. About a second after that, you will find yourself contemplating Yoda's sage advice "One with the Ice, you must be." *Okay, so he said Force, not ice....technicalities, yeesh!"

Anyway, it hurts, even if the only injury you get is a bit of ice burn or whatever they call it. When you are little, the article went on to say, your life is pretty much a straight line where you don't have any sharp turns to watch out for, so skating is easy. But when you get older, your life becomes much more complicated, and you need sharp skates to maneuver the sharp turns, otherwise you'll fall nice and hard. Moral? Point? "Sharpen early, sharpen often." Pray enough and work hard enough, so that you will be a professional skater by the time you get to that great big Ice Rink in the Sky.

My entire left side stiffins up when I play. Augh!  Owww...I think my 2'n rib just popped back into place. 0_o

Finally! I have had a breakthrough with some plots of mine. At least I have something to write write now. I've had the characters in mind for a very long time but the plot never would fall into place.

Note: Terribly sorry about the layout. *sigh*  I'm working on it, but I seem to attempt way too much at one time. It must be a doozy to try reading this size font all the time (not that anybody actually reads this thing, but it's fun to pretend ) so I'll make it bigger.

Oh well, off to other things!

Tata!

Moira

...

I just had this vison of putting my violin in a kennel for when we go to the March for Life.

Another year gone, another year come...with mixed feelings.

It did seem like 05 was going to last forever, but as that is impossible, I'm accepting the new year as a fact of life.

But as I dwell on it more I realize how important it is for me, not to be neutral. I have a lot to work towards this new year, a promise to keep, goals to reach, and things to experience. I can't meet it undecided and without motivation. 

I'm just happy right now, that I was able to start off 06 by receiving Holy Communion.

Aims for 2006, the Year of Our Lord:

1) Become more devout and as close to Christ and His Mother as possible.  

2) Become, all in all, a better person. More understanding and patient, and above all no procrastination.

3) Do better in school and get a high score on the CAT exam.

4) Learn, and learn well, what my music teacher has to teach and make a lot of progress.

5) Go ice skating at least once a month.

6) Write a ton of good quality short stories and poems, get working on a book.

7) Re-read LOTR and finish the Sil (it's been long enough, for heaven's sake!)

Looks rather overwhelming, I must admit. I hope St. Thomas Aquinas is listening, because I'm going to need some help down here.

We spent the night with the L's. It was wonderful, since they are basically family to us, we've known them for so long. My late Christmas present from them was C.S. Lewis' "Space Trilogy" - all three of the books. I have read only the first two, but the last one was rather hard reading for me at the time. Now I'll have a chance to read them all over again! =D =D!

Weird Moiranian factoid: I become really nervous when I get in bed and my violin is in another room....rather stupid, but no, I can't go to sleep without my violin in the same room - preferably right next to my bed.

Well I'm off to Mass. I shall offer up my Communion for each one of your intentions for this new and ....yes, blessed new year.

Oh, and in celebration, I will change my avatar.

Oh my heavens I feel horrible. Like "I don't feel great I just wanna sit in front of the computer all day, do some math, read a book, and surf." kinda horrible. Mentally, I'm fine (under....the circumstances), physically....bleh.

Ohhh I've been bad. *hangs head in shame*. Its been terribly busy lately and I had the idea of updating....I just never got around to it.

Actually, there isn't much to update. We had a beautiful Christmas, nice and quite. And New Years Eve is my brother's birthday!

Dad and Theresa are almost finished painting her room - then they are going to slap on the chair molding (moulding??) and put in some new furniture.

Note: Both my sister and I survived the Christmas recital. Nobody fainted, got sick, or dropped their instrument (well of course that would be rather hard for the pianists....but I suppose its been done). I myself, think I did terribly. While I was playing, my bow felt like rubber, I couldn't make it play properly. I was so ticked off about it that from the moment I stopped playing, to the moment I sat back in my seat, I was scowling something fierce. Fortunately for me nobody heard what I did, and I got compliments on my tone.

Eeeeeeeeeh! My sister and I have been listening to Kutless' "Strong Tower" almost every second of the day since I got it.  I've never been obsessed with a band before, but I have a suspicion that I'm about to find out what it is like to have one.

Still toying around with some writing ideas. My poems....those days are over. Not that I don't think I could write up a reasonably good poem on demand, but my well of inspiration has dried out for all poems. Oh, it might rain a bit and I'll get a small idea.  Well, they say "you can bring a horse to water, but you can't make it drink", my point - metaphorically speaking.

I'm beginning to feel slightly better.

No, I'm not. I've come to the realization that I can draw for beans. Stick figures, I can handle....most of the time - but they just end up looking weird.

I haven't checked my comments yet so you must forgive me...  x_x

I must depart as of now. Wait for my return, at the last light of the morrow.

Mia

I am unbelievably thankful for:

Reason 1:  I can never find a title that suits the entire entry. I'm forever bumbling and babbling on about this and that, so there IS no suitable title

Reason 2: Look at reason one.

Moira has no title, Moira needs no title.

I'm almost afraid to write this post. My door is open a crack, and I'm just waiting for mom to come in a pull me off the computer, place either violin or school books in my arms, and send me on my way. Well, I suppose I can get off it on a technicality, as I have both violin and school books on my desk in front of me. Not sure how that would hang though.

So, there isn't much for me to say. I had a nice week. My recital piece is coming along abominably...at least, from where I hear it. Both mom and dad (who are not tone deaf, I assure you) point out my problems, but they say that my tone is great (which is what I think is the worst). During the recital I just have to remember to keep going no matter what I sound like, because if I stop, or even try to cover it up, my poor teacher (who is playing the accompaniment) will become so confuzzled.

Last night we watched "Anne of Green Gables" (tape two). It was so weird watching it in VHS, because the res. and color is so horrible.  But the movie is fantastic none the less. I tell you, those guys (and gals) can act! Every one of the characters seems like he/she IS that character. Marilla Cuthsbert especially. The expressions on her face...surprise, joy, sadness, agitation...they all come out so clear and well it seems as if they extracted Montgomery’s character from the book, and placed her in the movie.

I had forgotten how much I loved that certain tape. The other ones I like, but this one is so wonderful. In fact, I'm reading all the books over again, much to my mother's horror (not that she doesn't love the books, but it means more reading time for me).

Speaking of which, up 'till now, I've never understood how a person could dislike reading. I now understand how it is possible for one not to, but it doesn't mean that it makes any more sense to me. I can thank my dear parents and grandparents for my love of reading. Dad read to us constantly. It started out with the Bob Books, then "The Chronicles of Narnia" when I was seven, after that were the American Cardinal Readers (WONDERFUL Catholic books, they start with a Primer and go up to grade 8 reading level...actually, I'm not sure that the Tragedy of Julius Caesar would be considered easy reading even for an 8'th grader). No Leap Frog "Touch and Read" for me! Mommy’s help and Seton’s work was quite enough. Come to think of it, I don't think I would have loved to read as much as I do, had I used those new fangled things. They make things too easy, I think I would have expected other books to be easy.

So after that I started reading on my own.  During grade school, I would read constantly....I mean, every spare minute (even when I shouldn't have *coughcough*). Theresa would often find me curled up under one of our small school desks in our bed room. The desks were pushed up against the wall with the bed in front and I'd crawl in between, or slide through, and pull down the goose neck lamp for light. Pretty soon, I was able to suck up 800 page books in a day and a half and still retain what I read. By 10 y.o. I read a lot of the highschool novels that are on the Seton list.

...Can't do that anymore now though. I barely finish a book in a few days without shirking something or other. Buuut I'm making progress, I finished almost half of a 429 page book last night.

I had better get my lazy self out of the computer chair and do something useful. Blah. I don't really want to be useful though....but what must be done must be done. *sticks chin up high and faces the pile of schoolbooks and music sheets with the air of a martyr*

Untill that time.

Moira

Yes, well I suppose that I should update. I don't really feel like being witty, creative, or even boring. There are just these times when I'm so mentally tired out by the day, that I don't have enough juice left to write.

Speaking of which, I suppose I should begin writing a fanfic or a story otherwise I'll loose interest....but I have so many ideas! Then I start out at a raging pace....then...slowly....come to a .....halt.

I could use some prayers. My recital is in a 3 weeks and I am really nervous. Everybody says my tone sounds good, but sometimes my fingers mess up, and everybody is saying that I'm not putting enough feeling into it. Also, from where I am, what I'm playing sounds completely awful, so I don't really feel confident.

I have Biology and Latin stacked up in front of me...but I'm not really up to doing it. I feel like reading a really well written LOTR fanfiction, but I can't find any. I want to start writing something interesting, but I can't bring myself to do it. In fact, I'm way more tired than I thought.

*yawns*

I have not created any of these avatars(and smilies...and possible signature images...) (at least, I don't think) but please let me know if you take an avatar or a sig pic, just so I know if I'm getting any reaction from the great public.

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Aaaand the topic today: *drum roll* Yawning animals * (or just plain animals).

All for now.

Untill that time:

MoIrA

I have to admit that there was a bit of turmoil going on in my mind when I clicked to create this entry. I thought, well, it goes in the "Random" category....right. I'm feeling kinda random and all, and I'm probably going to write random things so the "Random" category it is. Right? Wong! I thought, well actually, it probably goes in "Writing", because I feel like writing something deeply interesting and engaging (at least from my perspective) and witty. But then again I thought, well I'm going to add some blips about my own day, so it should definitely go in "A Day in the Life Of". So here it is.  I figured that I'm allowed to be witty, engaging and philosophical all at once while writing about my day. Right? Right.

I just thought of something. Since I'm writing in such a haphazard way...maybe it should go into "Random" after all...ah, heck with it *pops entry into Random*

So anyway. My day was so so. I cleaned off my desk, only to have it piled up again with books, papers, folders, and statues and pictures from my sister's room (she and dad are redoing it). Still, my loyal computer (at which I am glued to in this present moment) stays unmoved and unchanged, in the center of it all.

One would think that after writing all day (schoolwork assignments, chat, forums), one would be disgusted at the thought of writing a nice long blog entry. I don't know about anybody else, but it relaxes me (although my fingers are lagging behind my brain a bit). In fact, there is nothing I'd rather be doing at the moment. It does amaze me though, how much I use my fingers. I use them even more than I use my legs and feet sometimes. Think about it, I hold a pencil for a few hours, I type a few hours, I play violin a few hours, I eat (no, I use my fingers to use a utensil - if that is what you were thinking) I use my fingers to tie my shoes, get dressed, and do billions of other things! Thank God for fingers.

...Hmmm, this post doesn't seem so totally random....*puts it in "A Day in the Life Of"*

I really need to start sticking to one story and writing it, come brain blasts, come brain freezes and even brain reboots.... My problem is, that with every idea I get, I make it into a story - each and every idea that is. I don't know why I don't just combine all the ideas into one story.

So we are supposed to be getting some really killer cold weather here this week. I'm kinda glad it isn't snowing, because it becomes really hard for us to get out and do things. Sure, shoveling the white stuff is fun, and so is sitting in bed with a nice cup of freezing cold milk to wash down a few halfahalfa dozen double darkchocolate stillwarmfromtheoven melt in your mouth cookies, along with one or two good books. But it makes driving places awfully hard.

I have so many thoughts at the moment I don't know whether to post them or not. If I did post them now, I'd have nothing to post later on. Not to mention that I've got to get to bed. So I think I'll hit the sack for a few hours.

Until that time:

MoIrA

I always wonder how to start off my blog. Should I begin with a witty saying? Or howabout a boring introduction on who I am, what I like, what I dislike, and how my day is going.. Maybe lyrics from my favorite song - or a poem that expresses who I am. I could get romantic, and begin with a letter, but to keep that up takes a lot of patience, which I don't have. So I think I'll start out simply, the best way for a simple soul.

My name is Moira. I am a Catholic Homeschooler from Long Island (commonly mispronounced "Lon Gisland". I enjoy writing (as you will soon see) and music (there will soon be no way that you can deny that it is my life's blood).  Other than that there is nothing to say. 'Sides, if I tell you everything now, things will get boring when you read my posts.