God Made Girls

This amazing girl is Leeland’s cousin! <3

Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody gotta wanna hold his hand so God made girls

Somebody’s gotta make ‘em get dressed up,
Somebody’s gotta give ‘em a reason to wash that truck,
Somebody gotta teach ‘em how to dance so God made girls

He needed something soft and loud and sweet and proud
But tough enough to break a heart
Something beautiful and breakable that lights up in the dark

So God made girls God made girls he stood back and told the boys
I’m bout to rock your world

And God made girls (For singing in your front seat)
God made girls (For dancin’ to their own beat)
He stood back and told the boys I’m bout to rock your world
And God made girls.

Somebody’s gotta be the one to cry
Somebody’s gotta let him drive, give him a reason
To hold that door so God made girls

Somebody’s gotta put a fight,
Make him wait on a Saturday night,
To walk downstairs and blow his mind,
So God made girls

Someone that can wake him up and call his bluff
And drag his butt to church, someone that is hard to handle
Somethin’ fragile to hold him when he hurts

So God made girls God made girls
He stood back and told the boys I’m bout to rock your world
And God made girls (For singin’ in your front seat)
God made girls (For dancin’ to their own beat)
He stood back and told the boys I’m bout to rock your world
And God made girls

Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody gotta wanna hold his hand so God made girls

God made girls

He stood back and told the boys I’m bout to rock your world
And God made girls. (For singin’ in your front seat)
God made girls (For dancin’ to their own beat)
He stood back and told the boys I’m bout to rock your world
And God made girls

Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody gotta wanna hold his hand so God made girls

Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time by Owl City!! Check it out!!!

O. My. Lord.

I just found Leeland’s address via Yellow Pages. I am freaking out. *goes to send her hero a letter* #suchastalker

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Promo for…. The Sword Pen: Where People Are Killed By Both (Very Punny)

Hello, beautiful people! Did you know that there are now three hundred and six of you??? It scares me that so many people actually read my ramblings… y’all have issues. Just sayin’…

Anyway, here I am doing my first promo. Well, official promo, anyway. I recommend my friends all the time whenever they decide to join the blogging frenzy (proverbs31teen, awkwardlyartistic, mandiesworld). This time I am recommending a writing blog where @joshberkau posts his novel Red Storm Rising.

All you guys out there who love to read historical-violence-y things, you will adore this book/blog. And here is what he has to say about it…

Do you want to read fun engaging stories? Do you like adventure, romance, and action? Then you will love The Sword Pen. The Sword Pen is Joshua Berkau’s new blog designed to bring you free stories and content at least once a month. Even if you don’t believe a promo written by the author, you can still believe what my readers have to say:

“Awesome! Can’t wait to read more!”

“TWO WEEKS?!? *sighs* Okay, can’t wait!!”

“I’m not so much into the violent stories…I think that might be part of being a girly girl who loves rom coms, but it’s really good! I get confused really easily with stuff like this normally, but I didn’t this time, which was unexpectedly pleasant. Overall, I really like your style. Like I said, the theme wasn’t really my style, which is all the more impressive, because I liked this. I kept laughing during the whole coconut scene, which was embarrassing coz I’m sitting by myself and people keep staring at the crazy cackling girl… The dialogue was amazing! I loved it! Cant wait for the next chapter, and to see the maps!”

“Haha, I like it!”

“Nice Josh!”

“Well, once again I have enjoyed yet another of your stories! These are quite nice little stories, too!”

Anyway, readers love The Sword Pen, so do you self a favor and go to theswordpen.wordpress.com!

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You heard what he said, peoplz! Get your butts over there and check it out! Hey–I’m a Christian teenager, so I’m obviously perfect… Would I lie to you? :P Ok, just ignore my caffeinated ranting, just go already! Also, just drop a comment anytime for a promo request and I will get that done for ya!

Your faithful fangirl,

 <3 Em <3

Hope Finnegan and the Meaning of Life

This is a new story I’m trying to write, but I don’t want to spoil too much. It might be a present for someone eventually, who knows. Here’s what I have so far, though. Please let me know what you think! (This is an experimental title.)

She came to them in the middle of the school year, when the leaves of the great big Texas oak trees were just starting to bud again. If there had been snow, it would have melted by now.

            Her arrival wasn’t much of a surprise, though she in herself was. Jude’s mom had been asking to foster a child since the day Carter had shipped himself overseas, to where they called college university.

            The new kid wasn’t replacing Carter. No, she was supposed to distract from the nagging pain of his absence, to help them forget the bad terms on which they had parted. No one talked about that, though.

            “She comes with a lot of baggage,” the social worker had warned before she handed over Hope Finnegan’s case file. “Abused every way imaginable, major trust issues, flinches if you so much as look at her. I won’t blame you if you don’t want her. No one else does.”

            Mrs. Marian Moore, who was the type of woman who tithed too much and always took the dented cans, didn’t even need to look through the thick manila file. Instead, she gave her family the look. The look of a mother: determined.

            “We’ll take her.”

            Jude had promised himself that he wouldn’t interfere. In his senior year in high school, he had enough problems of his own. He didn’t want to be bothered with someone else’s too.

            She changed all of that. She changed that family.

            Mrs. Moore and her fierce familial pride. Mr. Moore and his stubborn, solemn will. Jude and his ignorance, his jealousy. Even Carter, and he only met her once during a winter break, years later.

            Her name was Hope. Her birth name, at least. She had been called far worse than that, but she never quite felt like she ever had any hope, so she told them to call her Hazel, after a movie she had seen. Not Grace or Hope, just Hazel.

So…is it ok????

And I’m Looking For The Brighter Days To Come My Way

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And I’m looking for the brighter days

When all my hurts seem to fade away

And I’m looking for the brighter days

To come my way.

Hi…

I’m not allowed to talk about what’s going on. I don’t think, at least. Lawyers are butts. All I can say is please keep praying for my messed-up family. It’s been a really rough week. My mom keeps crying and no one is allowed to tell me anything that’s going on and I’m spending the weekend, possibly longer, at my grandparents’ house because I’m scared to go home. I don’t know what the heck is going on. BTW, my mom has my phone, so if you’re calling me….and if I don’t answer my emails, sorry about that too. I pretty much just want to crawl into a dark hole and die right now. I do miss you tho! <3