Due to School

Hi! Well, yeah, duh! Haven't been on here much.  Tooo much school!  And uh, oh, I wish I could remember school better, then I wouldn't have to work extra hard.  I still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up.  But I guess I can tell you what I want for Christmas.  This is a item, I probably have not told my family, but have told Santa and someone who keeps asking me, and I have said this for ... 3 years now.  I guess Santa doesn't think I need it.  A Remote Controlled Truck!! It has to run on rocks, sand,dirt, cement, and up inclines.  You know those (bigger then a quarter)  white rocks on roads? Well, that's we have covering our sandy driveway.
So that's what I want for Christmas! And since you don't know where I live, you can send it with Santa!
P.S. Tell Santa I'll be at my sister's house for Christmas.

-- Postopialucy!!  Hope yall had a thankful Thanksgivin'!

Making a blog post

I am making this post, because I need to make this post. Even if I don't feel like making a post. Even if i have 4-H record books to do.  I should really work on those, because they are due tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow morning.  But I really want to read my book. I got 4 books from my library  I have always wanted to read them.  I have the read the first book "The City of Ember" but when I first read that book, 1. the other books hadn't come out, and when I checked back, my library didn't have the rest of the series.  Hey, now they do.
I should really get back to 4-H record books again. Stop playing on the internet   It is so dark in my basement.  I think I'll go upstairs and work on record books.  I should really go.  I guess this is a good enough blog post.  I understand if you don't read it. I would not read it either.  Or maybe I would have just skimmed through it.

Clown.

So, I haven't been on here, I haven't done anything to my Google+. That is just because this is my second account, and well, (boy, this is hard). Family is more important to me then updating my blog and checking on Google+.  
Really, its hard not to be a clown on the internet, I mean a clown is someone who is always happy, but might be sad on the inside.  A clown is a person who has always been a clown, but when he or she gets online - they are someone else, none knows them as a clown.  
That is what we are not supposed to be ( a clown), we are to be oneself we are who we are. 
But at the same time, keep private and not blasting ourselves out there to strangers on the internet.

And be a reflection. In who you are, and in all that you do, show that Jesus is the King of Kings. And HIS Lights shines through you. Which is sometimes hard for me. Sometimes that gets pushed away. Sometimes I say the wrong thing to people, and asap we all know that I just lied. And its the most awful feeling in the pits. I'm sorry. 

Postopialucy

77 Degrees and Sunny!

Hi,  As I said in the title "77 degrees and Sunny!"  It should be like that all week.  Anyhow, me and my family is still waiting for the big late frost and snowstorm.  We know its coming, it away come late anyway.

One thing, I want to hit on today, is Divorce.  My parents are not divorced.  and so, I don't really know what exactly it feels like.  But when my best friend moved away, I felt something.  And when my other best friend had to go live somewhere else later, I felt something.   Now I have, 2 friends, they are both claiming the title "Best Friend" (of course those other two Best Friends had a fight about the title y-e-a-r-s ago).  But well, sure one doesn't like it when I talk about the other. But it still does get lonely here, because one friend lives 1 hour away, and the other, I just don't see to often.  I mean, she only goes to Church here and there, and doesn't come to Wed. Night Youthgroup.

Off the subject of divorce.  When I hear about divorces, I feel bad, its not what God wants.

Willow Smith?  Okay, she might have changed her name by now, I'm sure.  But I wish I could just give her a hug.  

Uh, that's all the time I have for today.

-- Postopialucy.

Her Hair got cut., And she went traveling and tells you what she does.

Well, my hair got cut, people say its cute, and my mom really really like   Loves it.  I'm not really sure, I mean, its short, a little under shoulder length hair.  I'm learning new ways to put it up, thankfully I have a big sister who her hair is cut short.  I'm the kind of girl who has spent all her life getting her hair long. I wasn't one of those girls who has waist length hair at age 3 years old.  Anyway, tall girl, now has short hair.  My mom likes it, that it makes me look older.  Anyway done talking about the hair.

This week, I have been to my states capital, I usually go there, once a year.  Its pretty cool.  Of course I don't admit it, for some odd reason they keep on rebuilding the Capital Building.  Keep on building, keep on building...   Anyway, this year there was No Snow!  Yippee!  Well maybe, I don't like alot of people, and my parents and I had to go to a meeting, and so because there was no snow (like last year, when I big snow storm came through) a whole lot of people came.. So, I went into a corner and played with my cards.

Played with my cards?  Yep, I don't do very well, but I kinda like doing it, I don't make houses, or the state capital, or bridges, I just make, well I don't know what I make, but I stack playing cards.

See?  Like that, except those are Skip-Bo cards, but they are the same as playing cards. Just a different game.

So, I think that's it.

I better head off to bed. If you live in the USA I hope you escaped the storms and tornadoes.  

-- Postopialucy

Nervous. First Hair Cut coming up!

Okay, So I don't get on very much, because I do have school, house moving with some friends, house renting cleaning, crazy stuff.  But today, I'm a bit scared cause I gonna have my hair cut.  All of my life, my mom has just gotten it trimmed here and there. But never got it really cut.  I've already looked at some hair doo's pictures at the lady hair place.  And I think I picked out something, just not scary, just to make my mom go okay, and get it short.  I mean, like Shoulder short, Right now my hair is around the area of... uhh, mid-back.  Wish me luck.  Maybe after its cut, I be able to run up the stairs faster and lighter.  I been told that when somebody's hair gets cut, its lighter feeling.  But I have no clue what to do with styling it.  I hope it won't be too hard.  Mom just wants it cut so I'll (maybe) stop making it a ponytail and my neck level.  She hates that!  But to me, the wind blows alot here where I live, so Its like the easiest thing.  The song in my head right now, "Its a hard-knock life"  and also being mixed up with it is (I don't know the title but "Softly and Tenderly Jesus is calling, calling for you and for me.

-- Second blog post, Postopialucy'

Her First Blog Post

umm, okay, so this is what the begging of a blog post is. Interesting. I don't even have a blog on my real email. So first off, if you find this, if anybody finds this and reads this. I should give you online information. My internet name is " Postopialucy" --Well, duh,

  The Explaining of that name. Well, I used to go this this site done by a cereal brand "Post Cereals". They used to have a kid game site named "www.postopia.com" -- Which is now a retired place. Gone. Poof. They did have some pretty good games there, even though it was mixed with their advertising their cereal. The Word "Lucy" is a mismatched nickname (that I don't exactly care for. - The nickname that is). Anyway, thats confusing. I mean, Lucy is a nickname off from my real name. Maybe that's a bit dangerous to put a bit of my real name online, but hey, If I comment on your blog, you could find the location of my IP Address.

 Which leads into another thing I need to tell you, I don't do computer stuff big time, even though my brother-in-laws are big into computer, I'm not. But at least I have some computer knowledge.

 I play Poptropica. I used to play Postopia (now dead). I used to play Millsberry. (Now dead.) I sometimes play Club Penguin. You might find my name there if you look. I really like the Poptropica Help Blog.

 Well, I have lots on my mind, but I should go.


The end of her first blog post, Postopialucy/Yellow Hawk.