Friday, February 28, 2014

Sleeping Fact

School day today! Euch! I don't know about you guys, but I really don't like school days!

So I found out an interesting fact today. Apparently, you get tired if you sleep too much...I personally think that is a little weird. I mean, wouldn't you be refreshed? I don't think there should be a such thing as too much sleep. That's ridiculous. So, yeah, I was tired all day today during school because I slept "too much" yesterday. I woke up at 10:35AM then at about 3:00PM, I went back to bed because I needed sleep, but I really was just resting then. I didn't get to sleep. At about 5:00PM my sister woke me up for dinner. After a hearty meal, I went back to bed and awoke at 7:00PM and went back to bed again at 9:10PM waking up at 6:00AM this morning. That's a total of 14 hours give or take. And that's not including when I slept in until 10:35. I slept a lot. It felt nice to be able to do that for once. To just have nothing to do for a whole day!
But boy did I pay for it. I was groggy all day, and most of the time, I felt like my legs were made of jelly. It was annoying. Finally, after a lunch of pizza, I felt a lot better. I am not tired at all right now, just ready to relax tonight.
I would really like to feel better about how much I slept yesterday, so please tell me how long all of you slept. Thanks for reading. :)
Have a good weekend.
God bless!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Dear Lady Friends

So I am super excited right now. I get to go to spend time with four of my best friends in the whole world on Monday and won't come back until Wednesday. I am very excited. These girls have been with me since the beginning, and never fail to make me smile. I thought today I would dedicate a blogpost to them. Do a sort of "Truth is" to my bestest friends. :) (Names have been changed for protection of identity.)

Jane: You are taller than me! Lucky! You are beautiful and amazing. Never forget that. I love you better than a sister, because sisters fight over stupid things. Thanks for always being there for me. Something that I envy about you is your attitude. You are so modest and obedient, and that is great.
Susan: You are fun and silly, and you don't mind getting your hands dirty. You don't judge people, and that is a great thing to have said about you. Something I envy about you is your strength. You can run, and exercise and swim for hours and not get tired. :) I love you, hon!
Alyss: You are funny and-also-taller than me. You have always been there for me even when I get frustrated at what you think I should do. I know I can always just pick up the phone to call you no matter what time of night it is. I love you very much, and I hope you know you can tell me anything. Something I envy about you is your height and your Christian attitude. I wish I were taller, but your christian way that you have with people is outstanding. You apologize for saying things in your head that you thought should not have been said. I love you so much, and I hope you know that I will do anything for you. :)
Alexa: Oh, Alexa. You are gorgeous with that beautiful hair of yours, and you don't mind it when I talk "boy talk" with you. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. You are funny, and girly, and emotional, and comforting, and I don't know what I would do without you. You always send me an email asking me how I am doing or a picture that makes me laugh and it always makes my day. I don't know how you keep going when life is giving you junk. I love you, and you can always come to me. Something I envy about you is your hair!!! It is so beautiful, and if I could look half as good as you do all the time, I would do it in a heartbeat.

This is for all of you: I love you all very much. I think I said that to everyone. I don't know where I would be without all of you to keep me accountable, and to make me smile. I know that no matter what happens, we will always be friends. You are all amazing, and the christian manner in which you treat everyone around you makes me wonder if you are all angels in disguise. I am so grateful for all of you, and there is no way to tell you how much you all mean to me. I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. Thanks for always being here for me, and letting me know that you are all a click, call, or car-ride away. I love you all so much. Never EVER forget that. <3

Thanks to everyone for reading this. Take some time today to write a note to your best friend and tell them how much they mean to you.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Pilaf Recipe

I am in the mood for a fish fillet from Micky D's. Credit to Noah, my brother who proposed that we go to lunch at McDonalds, when he was pretty sure we were not going to be able to go. I am having a craving. It's literally all I can think about eating. It's not fair. I really want some. So I started thinking about what my favorite food is. So I really like Chow Mein and Teriaki Chicken, but I think my all-time favorite meal is probably Teriaki Pork and Pilaf. I hope you all know what Teriaki is, because you just haven't lived if you haven't had Teriaki. But for those of you who don't know, Pilaf is an Armenian rice made up of Vermicelli-a noodle, rice, of course, and chicken broth. Here's the recipe.

•  1 cup Basmati long grain rice
•  1/2 cup vermicelli crumbled into 1 inch long pieces
•  Extra Virgin Olive Oil (enough to cover the bottom of your cooking pan
•  2 tablespoons chicken base


  1. Put 2 cups of water on the boil. When it has boiled, pour it into a bowl with the chicken base, and mix

  2. While the water is boiling, wash the rice in a strainer over a sink until the water that comes out is no longer cloudy. Set aside to drain.

  3. Pour olive oil into the cooking pan until it covers the bottom. Crumble in the vermicelli. Saute until the vermicelli is browned, but not burnt.

  4. When the vermicelli is browned, pour in the broth and the rice, and stir until it looks all mixed up.

  5. Cook on low for a half hour. When it is done, the rice will be soft, but not squishy, and there will be no more liquid.

*NOTE: Vermicelli is the traditional pasta used in this dish,  but other small
pastas such as "Angel Hair" may be used as well. Pilaf is generally used as a side dish to chicken or pork, but in the middle east, it is mostly eaten with Pita bread and lamb.
*NOTE: Butter is also an option to be used instead of olive oil, or to be put on as a complement on top of the pilaf after it is cooked.
So anyway, that is Pilaf. It is AMAZING. I think you all should try it. So yeah. I would love to know what all of your favorite foods are. That is always a cool thing to know.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

My Testimony

So tomorrow at church, I am submitting my testimony. Here it is, thanks. :D XD

Emma Kooshian

I was born on July 14, 1998 into a Christian home. I was a pretty horrible child when I was at home. Every time I went somewhere, I put on a mask to keep a good reputation.
As I got older, I thought about infinity more and more. I would constantly go to my parents after dark when everyone was in bed and ask them to help me become a Christian. There were tears and prayers, but there was no real change. The next day, I was right back to my awful ways, hitting siblings, giving them a piece of my mind, and letting them know that I was serious. After several years of this, my parents would tell me that if I kept it up, then eventually, no one would ever want to be my friend.  It never really meant anything until two years ago, when I found myself with no one to turn to.
A friend of mine one day, would suddenly not talk to me, or say anything to me, and if she even acknowledged me, it was to give me a dirty glare. I found myself with no one to spend my day with, and no one to talk to me. I wondered what I was going to do, that night, when I was laying on my bed crying in self-pity. I thought for a minute that maybe if I prayed, then dismissed the thought as I remembered that I had not prayed in years, and if he was real, he would never forgive me. Eventually, after several minutes of laying there trying to look for a new idea, I prayed. The tears poured down my cheeks and I wept and wept, begging God to be my friend. The next day, a boy walked up to me. Over the course of the next school year, we became best friends. That night, I remembered my prayer. And as I thanked God for his goodness, I asked him into my heart.

I know that I still have many problems, me as much as anyone. I can never be perfect. I truly believe that Jesus is constantly testifying on my behalf in front of the holy judge. I love him with all my heart, and I know that he has made me his child.



I don't know about you guys, but I looove weekends. :) I haven't slept in as late as I did today in like two years! I slept in until 10:35AM which may seem to you guys like not that late, but for someone who gets up anywhere from 6-8 each morning, that was pretty nice for me. It was not exactly sleeping in, though. My cousin and I got up at 6:00 this morning to trick out mom for an Isagenix showing (a diet she has been doing. It really works! My mom  has lost 50 pounds already, and she is WAY slimmer than she was before. So proud of her!) so she put on a nice dress and necklace and we went to work. Hair, nails, lips, eyes, eyelashes, the whole caboodle. I have never-literally never-seen my mother wear makeup, but I think maybe she should start. She looks great in it.
Anyways, so we got up at six and went back to bed when we were done, and were woken up by my dad calling down the stairs for us (we share a room downstairs) to get up. So a toilet, a livingroom and a cup of tea later, I was reading my book. Something else you all should check out.
WARNING: It may not be a book for everyone. Dragons In Our Midst series by Bryan Davis is, as indicated by the title, a book about -dragons-and people with dragon traits. King Arthur is a major theme in there, so if you like king Arthur, have at it! I love it. So yeah. That's pretty much been my day up till now. I woke up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. Yes, sadly, I am sick. And what great timing! I am on break! Haha what an excellent way to spend my week! Laying inside sick! Oh well, the Lord will do as he pleases.
What I plan to do today...ummm....look for a Quincenera present for my best friends in the whole world! Maybe check up on a guitar I have been looking at buying, when I decide to get a life and do something other that be on Facebook, Google+ and, read. I am not planning on walking to the library like I usually do. A) I don't want to get anyone sick, and B) I would rather not get more sick. :)

If you have any questions about what I should blog about next, please email me or comment. I would love to hear what you have to say. :) Thanks.

Friday, February 21, 2014

School Time

Working on exposition and composition! Yay!
I love to write for those of you who don't know. :D I am a frequent writer. (If you want to see some of my work, check out my other blog "The Heart's a Lonely Hunter" at the link
I don't know why I love it, really. I guess I love to write because I can make anything happen. The characters can go wherever I want, and do whatever I want them to. They can conquer dragons, they can die, they can fall in love, they can hate each other, and most of all, I think I love writing because it draws me away from the problems with reality. I don't even have to start a new story. I can change all the names and write down exactly what I am feeling. I have come to love the feeling of the keys underneath my hands. It has become a comfort. When I set my thumbs on the space and fingers on the letters, I can do anything. I can create anything. I can make the reader cry, or laugh or smile or frown, I can really do anything. That is why I love to write because even if I can't handle what's going on in real life, at least I know that I am not alone. Whoever I am writing about is struggling too, and maybe even in the same way I am! I know that when I am writing I can erase mistakes and take back what I said. I can't do that in real life. I can't take back what I have said.
I hope to become an author when I grow up, publish a few books, then maybe settle down as a teacher when people no longer want to read what I have to say. Then, I can teach others how to pursue their passion, and how to make mistakes; how to write and how to erase; how to do whatever they want. That is why I love to write. To put it simply, because I can do anything.
Thanks for reading today's post! I have a week off, so I would say expect a lot more, but our internet is down, so I may have to travel to the library. Either way, have a good one!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Coffee is Better In Turkey

I am so clumsy... I mean, spilling Turkish Coffee on a new library book? What a waste of coffee! Oh...and the book was good, too. :)

For those of you who don't know, Turkish coffee is like American coffee but WAY better! You don't need creamer or sugar or anything. You drink it black. If I could tell you in a picture how good it is, I would. It is really yummy.
So yeah, I just walked into the library and they told me to go to the desk on my way out because a book had damage and I had one of those oh-crap-I-forgot-about-that moments. Haha so yeah, I may need to pay a huge fine because the book only just got to the library! So yeah. It's called Fangirl. It was okay, but I think Rainbow Rowell could have done a lot better cleanlinesswise. It is about this girl who has a twin sister. They have always been obsessed with this certain fandom that is modeled after Harry Potter, but when they get to college, the older of the twins doesn't want to share a dorm with her sister, and she just doesn't want to have a whole lot to do with her at all. So this girl turns to her fandom. It is basically how she gets through her first year of college. A good read, but definately not for those of you who are super conservative. I'll put it in perspective. If you can watch Supernatural or Arrow without skipping the bad parts, you should be perfectly fine. :)
Going back to the point of all this, I was drinking Turkish coffee and eating Paklava-another thing you should really try!- and I had my book next to me, and I bumped my cousins cup. Clumsy me...spilled ALL OVER the book. Yeah, that is just one example of how clumsy I am. :D

"Ground Zero"

It's a new day! This is a...I don't really know what this is... anyways,  I wrote it a while ago...

Ground Zero
I never really wanted to hit ground zero with him, it just...sort of happened. I never wanted to be in love like I am right now. At least all the love novels I have read tell me that I am. Whenever I think about him, I start smiling like a fool. I can’t stop thinking about him, so generally over the last few years, most of the people I meet have come to think of me as a perfectly happy person. I’m not. Inside, I am rage and fire and ice and I am a storm and a grenade, and one day I am going to blow up and hurt all the people I love the most. But yes, I am in love.  With the one person who was always there for me, and whom I can never see again.
Alex Miller
We are just friends. Or at least that’s what we thought. All his friends could tell how much I liked him. It was just him that seemed completely oblivious. I knew, of course. I tried to tell him without being too obvious, you know, holding him a little longer when we hugged, laughing extra hard when he said things, walking away when he was with a girl I didn’t like, things that to any other guy would be so obvious, and he always followed me when I walked away, and he would walk me to class after lunch, and tell me when something went wrong...eventually we began to write to each other about our stories and soon enough, we were editing for each other. I found myself all of a sudden writing about a girl who was never noticed, and who couldn’t seem to find the right guy. Still, Alex never could read between the lines, so to speak. Then it happened. I finally got tired of him not knowing how much I thought about him that I told him. We were skating together when it happened. He had asked me how you know that a girl likes you and in return, he would tell me the same about boys, so I began to describe exactly how I had acted to him. He guessed, really, I just confirmed it to him several minutes later. His reaction was not at all what I thought it would be.
“Really? I KNEW IT!”
I almost laughed, I was so surprised. “Am I that obvious?”
“Nah, I’m mexican. Love runs through my veins.” He flashed one of those smiles that let me know that he was okay, and I was okay, and everything was okay.
“But I know...that you like Abby, and you are so in love with her, so we can never be together, so keep going for her. But,” then I added probably speaking too fast, “You don’t mind, do you?!”
He laughed that laugh again. “Nah, it feels nice to know that someone likes me.”
“So...we’re alright,...right?” I bit my lower lip. That’s what I did when I was nervous with him.
“Yeah, of course! Who else is gonna read my crappy stories?”
His bluntness made me laugh and the tension broke. “Their not crappy. You’re a good writer.”
And then, all of a sudden, the night was over and we were saying goodbye. He left, and I stood for a long time after he left, my hand still raised in a farewell, already missing him.  That was the last time I saw him. Leaving on strange odds, wishing one more look could happen. I have felt like that ever since, but that goodbye is not why I can’t see him. It’s what happened the next day. The next day was Thanksgiving, and we were coming home from my grandmother’s dinner at around 7:00PM. Alex had invited me to a Christmas party with him, and of course, I had to go. He invited me even though we couldn’t be together. I had to go. But when I asked mom, my hopes were shattered.
“Mom, Alex invited me to a party at his house for Christmas. Can I go.”
“Absolutely not.”
I frowned slightly. “Why not?”
“After last night, you can never see him again.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
She set her hands on her hips and gave me one of those mom looks.
“Are you going to be that flirtatious every time you see him?”
“Mom, I wasn’t flirting?!”
“You can never see him again.” and that was that. I began to walk upstairs, head hung and tears welling up in my eyes. I stopped and turned around to her.
“And for the record, I told him, and we are still just friends.” I returned upstairs to my room to cry myself to sleep. The man I would never stop loving, and I could never see him again. I wouldn't. I layed on my bed until I fell asleep, and when I awoke, I wished I could just go to sleep and never wake up again. I wanted to lost myself in a dream world where I had no problems, and where I could dream about Alex Miller forever until my last breath was drawn and I could wait for him in Heaven.
And that is how I know I am in love with the one person in the whole world who I am almost certain is out of my life forever. But that’s the thing, he’s not out of my life completely. He hangs on the fringes, dancing and smiling and acting, I just can’t touch him. But at least I know he’s still there. And that’s how I reached ground zero with Alex Miller.

Names have been changed for the safety and reputation of the persons portrayed herein.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The Purpose

Still getting used to writing 2014. It's a new year. That means time to find new friends, leave the ones who don't want me behind, and listen yet again to the voice of our Lord. I started blogging because a journal just doesn't cut it anymore, and I want other people's opinions on a lot of things. I kind of stole the idea of an alliterating title from a friend.
This particular blog is not for anything in particular. Just posting things when I feel like it. Another reason that I started this blog is because a friend of mine suggested that I make one just for venting and doing whatever as opposed to sticking to one particular subject and having to stay with that one. So yeah. I will be posting things about my day, stories (novels or otherwise) that I have written, poems and you will probably find out more about me on this blog than you will talking to me in person unless you are a really close friend. I most likely won't be posting every day. Between my job, church, school and just being a person in general, I may not have a lot of time to post. Thanks for bearing with me. :)