Brave Moment: Here’s Something I’ve Started Writing

November 18, 2009

 Average – typical as compared to a group

 I live in an average house in an average town with my average family. I am of average height and build for a girl of thirteen. I have average brown hair to match my other average features. I wear average clothes – my average mother doesn’t believe in brand name clothing – to my average school, at which I have an average amount of friends and maintain average grades. I wear average glasses for the same reason as the clothing. There are, however, two things about me that are decidedly not average. Two things I cling to while life in this average town drones on.

For starters, in a town called Boring, Oregon, I assure you, I am the only Adélaïde Noëlle Moreaux.  My father’s distant ancestors were French, but our surname is the only properly French thing about him. As for my creative given names, I’ve often speculated whether my notably American mother was going through a French romance phase, or if it was simply that she found some sort of sick joy in giving me names that couldn’t be typed on a North American keyboard. Given the average qualities of my life in general, saying that my mother’s name choice proved a little more than torturous is an understatement. Despite the continual questioning, explanations, and misunderstanding my name creates, however, I secretly love it. I revel in the uniqueness I pretend that it brings to my dull average life.

My average glasses almost perfectly shield my other non average feature: my eyes. I have begged my mom for contacts, but she maintains that I’m too young and thus too irresponsible. Every morning when I get ready for school I remove my glasses and lean in close to the mirror, close enough for my breath to fog the glass due to my extreme nearsightedness, just to look at them. Vain as this may sound, it is more out of frustration and an occasional thrill of fear and excitement that I care to gaze into my own eyes. For, you see, when my eyes turn from their usual nondescript blue-grey to sharp violet, I know danger is near. Crazy, I know, but it is true. Most days nothing but blue-grey stares back completing my average reflection. These are the frustrating days. Although I’ve lived in this average town all of my life, or perhaps because I’ve lived in this average town all of my life, I pine for adventure.

As there was nothing out of the ordinary on this particular morning, I bounded down the stairs to our average kitchen to fight my average brothers off the last of the average freezer waffles my mom had toasted. Sam, my oldest brother, passed me the syrup right as I looked up to ask. Sometimes I wondered if Sam could read my mind, but I knew nothing that exciting could happen in a town called Boring. Our town isn’t really even a town. It is a suburb of a suburb of Portland. As I pontificated over this pointless thought, Charlie, my other brother stole a bite from one of my waffles. Seriously, having two older brothers is like living with starved lions. Only some days lions would seem more tame.

Haha

November 10, 2009

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Malachi

October 30, 2009

  13 “You have said terrible things about me,” says the Lord.

   “But you say, ‘What do you mean? What have we said against you?’

   14 “You have said, ‘What’s the use of serving God? What have we gained by obeying his commands or by trying to show the Lord of Heaven’s Armies that we are sorry for our sins? 15 From now on we will call the arrogant blessed. For those who do evil get rich, and those who dare God to punish them suffer no harm.’”

Attitude is truly a decision.

October 13, 2009

But here’s the thing: sometimes I don’t have the energy to make the right decision.

I aspire to be that person who is happy no matter what, who makes other people feel better just by showing up, and who can be patient with all kinds of people.

Yesterday I had several opportunities to do those things, opportunities to choose patience, love, kindness, and understanding.

I robustly ignored all of them.

But today, today I have decided to have the right attitude.

Today I’m bringing my A-game.

Bitter

September 24, 2009

Bitterness that comes from unforgiveness is like you drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

On Adoption

September 16, 2009

I’m pretty excited about the idea of adoption. When people ask me if it scares me that adopted kids could grow up and hate me, I think of this:

Then he said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me. If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake, you will save it.”

Maybe I’m not interpreting that verse right, but it seems to me that it’s ok if my life gets messy by adopting kids because then I’m living according to what God asks of me.

Thoughts?

How to watch a rated R movie like a real adult

August 31, 2009

Step one: Arrive at the theatre (preferably with a date or friend).

Step two: Order tickets. Flash some ID if requested. It doesn’t matter, because you’re an adult.

Step three: Giggle at the bold”R” printed on the ticket. You might be an adult, but come on, it’s still a little thrilling.

Step four: Be shocked by the accidental pyrotechnic show as the popcorn machine catches on fire.

Step five: Order popcorn and Coke from the frazzled girl who was closest to the exploding popcorn machine, ask her if she’s ok.

Step six: Find a good seat.

Step seven: Hide behind someone’s shoulder through the scary movie previews. If you opted to view the film alone, make fast friends with the guy next to you.

Step eight: Jump and spill the popcorn bucket when the sweet old lady turns into a scary angel-demon.

Step nine: Enjoy the intensely unnecessary violence and gore. Laugh because it is so over the top.

Step ten: Go home and don’t sleep for three nights.

And that, my friends, is how to watch a rated R movie like a real adult.

Canada – where it’s at

August 22, 2009

I’m in Canada right now. We’re staying in this gorgeous house on the lake. I am in love. I sat on the dock and read this morning for over an hour. I could probably sit there all day, but it’s time for my cousin’s wedding. Yay Katy!!!

So Dumb

July 31, 2009

Mahatma Gandhi walked barefoot most of the time, he also ate very little which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

July 10, 2009

A hard heart can break,

But a soft heart is ready to be molded.