Beasts.

Nature. Trees swaying leisurely in the breeze, while little clean birdies flitter from tree to tree, murmuring songs in there joy.  Lush, verdant grass, like a dry-cleaned jumper, and a swift footed horse kicking its hoofs at the wonderful wind.

IN YOUR DREAMS. 

 I mean seriously, dude, get a grip on reality here. What did I find on my lawn yesterday? A dead rodent. Actually, it was bits, scrapings, remains of a rodent. IN PARTS.  Lets just say, I feel for the person how found Judas with his bowels all out. You think the hunger games was bad. Live it. 

OK, so I meandered upon ( thankfully not literally, upon,only next to, but still,) a beheaded creature of not-so-unusuall-size. But wait, theres more! Are you excited?

You know nastly horridious desgustilating little cockroaches? I was sitting at my biology class, peering through a microscope at my cheekcells. I was on my chair. I felt a skitter of malicious feet, and I swiped at my leg. I saw it as it slittered from view, still clinging merrily to my shorts. I think I could have screamed. I had to wave my hand for a few moments in Biology Friend's kitchen, and then listen as other Biology Friend got a hammer, and mooshed it on the head. And then talked about it. It was very trowmatic.

Last, but certianly not least, a few weeks ago, I came across a bird. It had departed this life, and I suspect that sinister was at play. Its poor little neck flopped in a broken kind of way as I lifted it carefully in my gloved hands to place its mortal body at rest in a hollow especially for it. As I peered at its delicate feathers ( one hardly ever gets to see a bird so close up) a few red ants walked out of its eye. Lets just say, I buried it with a little less sentimentality as I might have, and haven't gone too near the spot since.

A praying mantis hopped on mother's nose as she sniffed a flower.
The cat's been throwing up.
The guinea pigs are defiantly not potty trained.

Orthodontics.

I have a rubber band joining my teeth together. It is very odd.
I must keep it one all day, every day, from this day forth, changing every day, until it busts, or the dentist takes it off.
Also I am writing a story. Or, I am dreaming of fame and glory, and trying to make up a plot. I am failing, but less so than I usually do, which is nice.
We went to the gym. And then ate fruit mince. Never mind.
I have found a few nice names for my story:
Leora,
Wilma, ( I likes it much. Mother is not convinced.)

The Harry Potter Controversy

Right.
I just finished the Harry Potter series. I am now a Harry Potter fan.
I would like to say, now, a few words to everyone out there who isn't convinced that Harry Potter is OK for Christians to watch. Ready? I'll try not to be offensive, but be warned, I am a passionate kind of person.
To begin we'll have a little dialogue:

Well Meaning Person: Hi!

Oblivious Kid: Ah, hey there.

Well Meaning Person: Whatcha been up to?

Oblivious Kid: Weeeelll, I failed my maths exam, and I had a normal teenage breakdown where I yelled at mum, and had a cry, and got some medication.... Oh, yeah, and I watched Harry Potter.

Well Meaning Person: Err... Ah...What did you say???

Oblivious Kid: ( head tilted, best ' I think you're a bit silly, but I'll say it again, shall I?' voice) H.a.r.r.y P.o.t.t...

Well Meaning Person: HARRY POTTER IS EVIL. AHHHHHHHH. POOR CORRUPTED CHILD!

Ok, now don't get me wrong, I was not entirely convinced of its virtues either, until I watched the movies. All of them. It's no use seeing the first one and thinking " I'm not gonna learn anything from this 'magical' trash."
Good things take time.

One thing about media, is that part of what you get out of a movie is what you choose to get out of a movie. This is a very personal thing, which has to be honestly thought out by the individual. THE INDIVIDUAL.
As a Christian, God has shown me great things form watching 'secular' films, and they have helped me.
Of course, that doesn't give the license to watch everything, but it is a valid point.

One big issue with the series, is the magic. ( this is the time to gasp, stammer, cover your children's eyes)
Magic. What I got out of Harry Potter was a great fantasy backdrop to a fictional tale of love, forgiveness, doing what's right even when it hurts, friendship, and, what a secular person would say was chance, but what I would say is God protecting someone who doesn't deserve it. In other words, grace. (Of course this is fiction, but we should have a biblical mindset even when indulging in fantasy. God is God no matter what, where or how. If the story was real, it would have been God who was in control the whole time.) ANYWAY, do you really think that most thirteen year olds are gonna watch a kids' movie, and then go out and try blowing stuff up with a stick? If they do, they will be disappointed.
Oh, and remember, this isn't a movie for ten year olds.

There is another point I really need to stress. LOVE. It is a powerful thing, and we see a lot of it in Harry Potter, as well as its antonym, hate. I got really touched. I don't so much mean the 'romance' that comes in the later movies, but the 'normal' love. I was BAWLING MY EYES OUT AT THE LOVE IN THE MOVIE. I would love to go into details, but I would have to give away big spoilers, so I won't.
But we, like Harry, have something that Satan, like Voldemort, no longer has.
We have love.
In fact we have more than Harry. For the Christian has Love Itself. We have Christ.

Now, by this time you're probably like, "OK, Harry Potter is saintly." Wrong!
I mean, talk about secular! The only time God comes up in the story is in blasphemy. Sadly, like most media today, people don't find this a problem. I do.

Also, harry is not particularly respectful to his aunt and uncle, or teachers, etc.

Probably the best thing to do in this case, is to talk about the genre, to talk about the attitudes and problems in the stories, and to highlight the fact that even the best of people, like Harry Potter, are sinners, and need to forgive, and be forgiven.

In my personal opinion, HP is well worth watching. The plot is a masterpiece, the characters relatable, and  it raises some great issues.
Oh, and it also has some very cool quotes:D

HP ( but not the sauce)

Hi there!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH



*ahem*

Right, well. That pretty much sums up my feeling right now. I have been watching Harry Potter, and have made to the LAST movie. We are about halfway through, and I am just like, well,

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ANYWAY. Myself is having a very social life this term. It goes against my advertising. Also, myself and my sister, are going to go to the gym. God willing.

Ack, well, I better be off, so farewell an...


AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


...ah... its all good...


:)



As an aside, The Little Lane of Musings would like to inform the neighbors that no, or at least very few, persons were splinched, scared, or snogged in the making of this post.

And the writer was already mental, so its kinda ok.

Loving Revolution at the Flicks.

Yesterday night we went to see the new film-style production Les Miserables. It was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! The actors, the filming, the singing, all of it was just beautiful. The story is so grace filled. I loved it. Spent the whole time bawling my eyes out. Very embarrassing when the lights come on, but sooooooo worth it! I highly recommend it.
At the start of the film, I felt it was a bit weird to be watching a 'recorded' musical, but you soon forget! It was just so moving! I'm gushing, I know, but I think it is for good reason.

Fredrick Fatface.

I thought I'd share a poem to cheer you up.
Here it is.

There once was a man, named Fredrick Fatface,
Who wore smelly  tweed,
and a cuff of white lace,
and who never could find,
to his mother's despair,
a lovely thin wife,
who would brush his sad hair,
and sew him a coat,
and clean up his lace,
and make a good man
of poor Fredrick Fatface.
- abbinaomi

Now, on that happy note, I will leave you.

Once Upon a Time...

Well. Here we are.
I have, for the last few seconds, been contemplating how to begin.
At the moment I am hunched on my bed, with a pretty calendar adorning the wall opposite me. It says ( in artistic letters)  "Look Within, You are the World'. What a depressing thought. Ah well. It is nice to look at.