A New Year.

SO! Exactly a year ago i wrote my first blog post. Quite early in the morning if i recall cause i woke up vomitting.

My mum is in her bedroom talking on the phone, Amity and Daddy are reading a book and watching some Bollywood cartoon about an Indian girl.

I have only made a few New Years Resolutions, but i think they are important ones.

Yesterday was a really lazy day. I didn't really do much at all. I just lazed around the house, playing with Amity, i think i might have gone to the shops... but i can't be too sure. Yesterday was kind of a fuzz.

Yesterday afternoon my fam was invited to a not-really-party at my aunties house. And we spent about 15-minutes deciding whether or not to go. I think my motivation was what finally tipped us over the edge, so we decided to go after all. i said "Amity will be my primary responsibilty" then my mum said "obviously Mariah wants to go" then Ad said "well she didn't go out last night" and i said "Why does that make a difference?" then Mummy said "because we've been out last night, so we're kinda over it." then i said... nothing.

WOw, it amazes me how i've remembered that conversation word for word... but i think you get the picture. we were all really lazy and tired. Oh wait... but thats actually NOT the point... the point was my motivation.

In order for you to see my motivation, i must take you back to Christmas day, 2010. I went over to my aunties house after we had hosted a christmas at our house with the other side of the family. My aunty's fam was feeling left out, so we made the effort. It was quite fun, me and my little cousins and Amity rode around on scooters while the Daddys shot us with the Nerf Gun, i dressed up as an ugly witch with a mullet and at the end of it i showed up the adults in a game of trivia. Which was brilliant since My Uncle and Aunty are full on academics. ANY WAY! We got my little cousins a bible each for Christmas. Not just ordinary bibles, but really special bibles. Fun bibles. I rememeber the bible i had when i was their age and i absolutely LOVED IT. Even when i couldn't exactly understand all the words, i knew that it was special and i absolutely adored it. Anyway, i got a bible too for one of my presents for Christmas. A cute pocket bible, one that i can take with me every where. I used to have one, one that i took with me absolutely EVERY where, it was my Grandads bible, so it was really special to me. One day, i was on the train and i was reading it. And i never saw it again. *sigh*

ANY WAY! My mum decided to rewrap my bible and pretend to give it to me when my cousins opened their presents, so that they would see how much i love mine, and know how special theirs is too. It worked, anyway my Uncle saw my bible and he started asking me about it, but i kinda got dragged away by my little cousins and i couldn't finish answering him... which i really wanted to, cause i felt like it was a question that would lead somewhere.

Later on, when we were on our way home my mum was like "So, [your uncle] said he watched a documentary about Jesus being married and he asked me what i thought about it."
I nearly jump out of my skin. "WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!"

Then my mum said "Well, i told him that i don't really know the facts, but i told him that it doesn't really matter. Cause marriage isn't a sin. WHat does it matter Mariah, would it really change anything?"

"Nahh! I'm not saying it would, it just makes me mad cause the main source of evidence is from some Gnostic gospel made like, 200 years after!!"

As soon as i got home i researched it. And i must admit i was pretty excited when i found out that the gnostic gospel of phillip was actually written 200 years after the life of Jesus, since what i told my mum in the car was just a random guess.

So, yesterday afternoon, when i found out that there was an opportunity that i could see my uncle for New Years, i knew i had one hour to write an essay about why Jesus was NOT married. Complete with disgusting references, photographic evidence and very telling quotes.
I breifly considered just talking to him, but i know him... that type of stuff doesn't work. It has to be facts, with evidence, presented with good grammar.
So i gave him the essay, he read it and i convinced him that Jesus was unmarried. YAY.

It was a really fun night, me and the girls were just playing all night. We played games and pretended to be characters from the Avatar, i was an earth bender, Lucy was an airbender, Ella was a water bender and Amity was a fire bender. AT first Lucy didn't want to play, but i finally convinced her by holding her horizontally and running around the yard saying shes an airbender that can fly. It was heaps of fun. and amity really got into it to, she was running around punching the air saying "me a fire bendaaaaaaaaah!" And later on in the night, we all got glow sticks, and amity got orange ones around her wrists so she could fire bend, and then we all got sparklers... so we all could firebend. And then we had a cartwheel contest, a hopping contest, a jumping contest, a running contest and a rolly polly contest. Not to brag or anything... but i basically won everything. (and so what if they are 2, 5 and 7 years old).
My aunty actually came out to join us at one stage, and she randomly started attacking me with tickles. And i was fully screaming, cuz i'm exteremyl ticklish. Then Little Lucy pushes her off and says "no." I was so stoked. She protected me! :D

And then we ate Pizza on a rug and gave the stars names. We had a bit of a DnM sesh. We talked about mean people, and what to do when people are nasty, we talked about our friends and we talked about God and stuff. It was fun. I am very lucky to have such wonderful little people in my life. Very blessed indeed.

So yer, that was basically my New Years Eve.

Today, i've just been watching Season 4 of 30 Rock with the fam and not much else.

Out.

Post Christmas Hardy Household.

(I bought Adam a Nerf Gun)

Adam: C'mon, just let me shoot you in the face...

Mummy: NO!

Adam: Awww... But Mariah let me!

Mummy: Yer, well i'm not a fool like Mariah.

Adam: It won't hurt!

Mariah: yer, it really doesn't hurt. It's just the shock when the suction plummets into your tender face. Really, It's alright!!!
*big smile and thumbs up*

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*sigh*

My mother didn't end up getting shot in the face. Whatta party pooper.

The Only One

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqRK1BfDMlw

So I'm at the Sunny coast. I'm currentlysitting at an internet booth looking over the river at the SunshinePlaza, cause i can'tget to blogger on my phone. And the keyboard isseriously laaaame.

Do you ever get those nightswhen you seriously can't get to sleep?
Well, I've had ita few times in my life. I got it thefirst night i came to the sunnycoast actually. It was horrible. I'd just watched "the lovely bones" which was cool, sme things freaked me out a tad bit, but it was fine. Until i went to my room. The dark room, and randomlyall of these thoughts completely clouded my mind, all of these scenarios that madenosense, but they made sense at the time, and i was shaking, and i was cold, andmy mind was going a mile a minute and it was like i was dreaming, but i was awake at the same time.

and i kept on getting upandtrying tomake myself vomit because i feltso sick in mystomach. and i was praying the whole timein my head, really really hard... but nothing changed. Thisrandom, half-dreamed thought kept on coming into my head that this is what a world without God is like.

and then, i actually called out, with my voice "Jesus help me" ... and then i got to sleep. Peacefully. and i didn't wake up till morning.

Random ey?

So, i spent the day reading "Wuthering Heights" while Amity slept, pretending to be pregnant, stopping amity from getting into Mummys make-up, dancing with amity to "Fader" by the Temper Trap, and making a gigantic Cubby House. It was amazing. 2 doonas lining the tiles, and most of the dining room covered in sheets. In there, Amity and I had heaps of pillows and biscuits, and even some lollies, and we read some of Brer Rabbits adventures and even some Molly Moon. And when we stopped reading we just listened to "Grenade" by Bruno Mars, "Fader" by Temper Trap, "Airplanes" by BoB, and "Eet" by Regina Spektor over and over again. It was great.

By the way, that photo up the top was an accidental picture i took. I was trying to get a photo of me smiling, but the camera zoomed in cause it was on a weird setting, so i looked away cause i thought it'd already taken it. i soft focused it though, or else it'd look gross :P But yer, i thought it was pretty cool!

Grenade.

Unrequited love...

isn't it painfully beautiful?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR6iYWJxHqs

Getting caught in the rain sounds so romantic and spontaneous. But what if you plan for it? Why must it be getting “caught”? To get “caught” makes rain sound like a villain, but we all know that is far from the truth. Rain is a beautiful thing. But not too many people plan for it.

Today i sat on my bedroom floor and listened to the first few drops of water hit the roof from the sky. I can't pin point the reason, but i can pinpoint the feeling that drove me to walk outside. It was this overwhelming sense of joy, and God was on my mind. And some how, for some reason at the exact time that the first few drops of rain fell from the sky i felt like i was inhaling God.

I just walked outside, into the heat of the day and felt a couple spontaneous and heavy droplets of rain land on me, and each time i flinched. Finally i lay down on my back and felt the occasional drop hit my face, and the hot cement warmed my back.

after a while, i heard the rain peltering down on distant roofs, and the sound grew louder, and louder and louder.... i remember when i was a child, my mum and i would sit outside and wait for the storm to approach, and watch as a wall of rain came towards us. My mum said it was the rain "walking".

I rolled over onto my stomach and listened to the rain walking towards me, and soon, the rain was showering down on me, and soaking my clothes. I looked down at the dry patch of cement under my tummy shrink as puddles of rain invaded, and very soon my clothes were completely drenched. And to think, the water that soaked my clothes fell directly from the sky.

“If God’s love was water, you’d be standing in the rain.”
a boy once said to me.

Well, Tom, today i wasn't just standing in it, but I was lying in it, drenched in it, i wore the rain and i was completely absorbed in it.

and today, i lay in the rain until the last drop fell from the sky.

One day, I want to fly up into the sky.

But that is a misconception, cause the sky is everywhere.
and it starts at your feet.

For days and days, the rain beat its fists
on the roof of our house -
evidence of the terrible mistake
God had made.

Each morning, when i woke
i listened for the tireless pounding,
looked at the drear through the window
and was relieved
that at least the sun had the decency
to stay the hell away from us.