getting your head mawled off by a seemingly normal looking alien

So I haven't written on here in...well a long time.
My brother is going to kill me, I totally jacked his online ID as the Title/psydo for my commic strip (LethalPaperCut). ET (Estian) is going to murder me...He told me I couldn't after I already did...and then he went silent...like just before a storm..
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So here's 1.1

Living outside the box

So I have come to the conclusion that a lot of Americans tend to fuss about things way too much to actually enjoy life. Well I'm sure a lot of people do....but I have never met a group of people who are more afraid of germs and water currents.

I'm living with the twins for the summer, and I love them to death. But if you know us you would realize that the biggest difference between them and myself is that....well I love to climb things, jump, run, ride etc they aren't really into any of that...at all.

So this has resulted in a more than mildly frustrated albino African. I usually run or play soccer or something every day....I usually climb something or go exploring every weekend....well I haven't done anything even close to that....for the past 50 days of my life (totally not exaggerating). I feel like I'm about to explode, I feel trapped...starved.

We were going to go to the river on Saturday...and go tubing. I was super excited. Now we're not going anymore....because 5 people died in the current last year. Man...I swam in rivers that I knew had hippos in and suspected crocodiles to be in..I raced people from one end of a lake to the other, for fun. I've climbed everything imaginable, eaten worms and lots of other random things. I'll hold any snake you hand me, ride anything that will stay still long enough for me to get on it..regardless of whether it's been trained or not.

I eat my food after a fly sits on it(well not anymore..), or after I drop it on the floor...no it's not gross unless you're cleaning is nonexistent. Honestly I think peoples' germ phobias and super precautions hold them back...I live my life..I enjoy it. I breathe and see and feel so much more than I would if I boxed myself in and worried about things like insect repellent or whether a cut will get infected or whether that tree might be a little too high. I push boundaries, I like it.

God gave us His amazing creation...why not enjoy it?!

Beauty

"You make me want to be a better man"- Jack Nicholson to Helen Hunt at the end of As Good As It Gets
Doesn't every woman want to be a woman who changes the world with her beauty? I know I do.
I'm only just starting to settle into my own, for feminine beauty goes far beyond what the eye can see.

God reveals Himself to the world in many different ways, but He wooed my heart through the beauty of His creation. If I see God through beauty...then my own should reflect Him shouldn't it? He created us man and woman...and as women we are the very embodiment of Beauty.

I know though that we are layered, as flowers are with petals....and we don't simply bloom for all the world to see. Just as a flower is brought to bloom by the soft touch of sunlight, so we are as we are loved...as our soul if loved.

God doesn't throw Himself at people, you must seek Him...and you will find Him when you seek Him with all your heart. I think this reflects something of who we are as women...well at least I know this of myself. People cannot simply have me....I don't simply show people the depths of my heart. I must be sought, pursued...and loved.

Just a thought :)

I want to be old and brave..and glorious

So I was mildly surprised by the amount of times my blog has been viewed in the last 24hours...and I now have a grand total of 1 followers! yay for me! (We won't mention that it's one of my best friends who probably won't read more than 3 posts throughout my entire blogging life).

So I'm chilling on the couch, the same couch that I've been sleeping on for the last week and a half...because the air conditioning at home went out and we've been living at Aunt Pam's. I've been sleeping on the couch because that way I can sleep alone...and shut the yapping tard-headed dogs out. ughhhhhh....I don't hate dogs....but I hate dog hair....and I hate barking....and ughhhhh.

I don't really see this happening, but I pray that someone will shoot me if I ever become an old lady who lives for her pets. In a tiny little house, all frills and dainty tea cups....with stupid little popcorn dogs yapping at every person that drives by. Big old fat lazy cats curled up in the less lit corners....with my hair in a bun and too much rouge on my cheeks. Waiting for my other cat lady friends to come visit and bring along some home baked treats....that will probably have bits of egg shell in it.

Old ladies, why do they stare and shake their heads when you walk past them in a restaurant? Man....this one lady wouldn't stop staring yesterday...I was about to walk up to her and say, "excuse me ma'am but is something bothering you?" or well what I really wanted to say was... "excuse me ma'am but is there something terribly smelly under your nose since you keep crinkling it so?"...but alas I refrained.

I'd like to be the kind of old lady, who gets up early and goes for a run...comes home, takes a shower...makes breakfast and cleans up a bit. Who then spends the day doing all the same sort of things she's always done. Who doesn't walk slow because she has back problems, who doesn't wear too much makeup because she's getting too blind to see what she's doing. Who doesn't obsess over the little thing but rather enjoys the life that God has given her, and lives it for Him. I want to be the kind of old lady who isn't afraid to let her hair go gray, but who crops it and wears it spiky (even though I couldn't do that since I have corkscrew curls). The kind who still volunteers her time, who spends time with her family, who goes on backpacking trips and isn't afraid to take on the world.

I want to be old and brave..and glorious.

when little girls FALL in love

So, one of my biggest pet peeves (yes I said pet peeves), is when teenagers swear high and low that they are in love...that they would die for that person...that they can't live without eachother.


Now I'm not trying to be one of those grouchy old cat ladies who flip out because their great grandaughter has a 2 piece bathing suit, but seriously. The concept of love has been so badly twisted by society that not many people truly understand what it means to love someone else.




I walked a long hard road to understanding that I would never find the love, affection and meaning that I needed in a man. I've realized that even though so many people might roll their eyes at this, a woman should never NEED a man....you should never say or feel that you would die without him. Nope. I mean obviously God created us man and woman....and the relationship between a man and a woman is supposed to represent the relationship between Christ and the Church... but a woman should never exist for a man. It's idolatry....and sorry to say...but it is extremely disappointing...and frankly I know I was made for more than that.


Now if only some people would actually listen, but the sad thing is that even if the people to whom this whould apply actually read this.... they would be so totally convinced that they were in love with that person that they wouldn't think twice about a word I say on the matter. Oh the pride and ignorance of human beings, myself included.

From the day we arrive on the planet; And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to see than can ever be seen, More to do than can ever be done!!!!! Yeah so I love the Lion King, it's my favorite disney movie...EVER!!! So if you haven't seen it...go see it. It will change your life!


So this is me, sitting on the couch...typing away because my life is so utterly amazing that I needed to create a blog so I could share the sheer awesomeness of me with those deprived individuals out there. Well, sadly this is not the case.


My name is Alicia, and I'm a fairly average 20 yr old. I'm South African and I moved to the states two years ago to study art!


Anyways, so I'm sitting outside with my best friends, who are twins by the way...identical too even though I don't even see how anymore, listening to Justin Bieber who I totally didn't really like until I found out he's a believer a few days ago.


Well moving on from Justin Bieber and onto the actual teenage man in my life (not that Justin Bieber isn't real), my brother. He's moving here in August, and I am so uber excited that I could die! He's like my best friend in the whole entire world who know's everything about me. Anyway, so my brother's name is Estian...or ET for short. We grew up between South Africa, Botswana, The United Arab Emirates, and Sudan...He moved on to finish high school in Libya when I moved here...and leaving him behind was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do...but it made me find myself through my Father.


So yeah, I totally just created a blog...that will probably never actually get read because I am a rather, not so average, average 20yr old african. Welcome to the ADD rantings on me :)