tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83140682526822019672024-02-21T02:31:39.770-08:00Just Some ThoughtsAround the world in a lifetime.Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-70105103302158746682013-08-28T19:23:00.003-07:002013-08-28T19:24:40.889-07:00Words from My Head: PoetryLife from the Eyes of Robyn<br />
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Sometimes I think we care too much,<br />
But other times, we don't care enough.<br />
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You control your life,<br />
Make choices,<br />
Take risks,<br />
Follow your own lead,<br />
Decide for yourself,<br />
Enjoy,<br />
Smile,<br />
and love with every bit of your being.<br />
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Learn who you are,<br />
and above all--LOVE who you are.<br />
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<br />Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-28820409249188007682013-08-26T20:37:00.001-07:002013-08-26T20:38:27.952-07:00A New Road to My Life: CollegeStarting school at Westminster College, has honestly been a blast. I've never been so excited for a new experience (except maybe going to Scotland), and this one has not disappointed! I'm ready to begin the journey to a double major in Art and Psychology! <br />
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Classes for this semester include: Beginning Painting (Oil Painting), Intro to Philosophy (one of my favorite classes so far!), Intro to Psych, College Algebra, Yoga for Wellness, and Transitioning to College. I'm also taking an institute class on the New Testament.<br />
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My roommates are the bomb! They are all so nice and chill. No partiers here--which is definitely a good thing!<br />
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For my philosophy class, we have to choose "character exercises" to do for 2 weeks each--the first ones I chose are: write a short poem every day and write your life history. I will be posting them here. The point of these exercises are to help our own character grow and build internal goods-compassion, ect...<br />
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For today's poem:<br />
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Perspective<br />
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The tiniest tear drop of dew,<br />
Can be seen on the smallest leaf.<br />
But if we do not notice,<br />
is it still there?<br />
<br />Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-80235450513969112632012-04-02T23:08:00.002-07:002013-08-28T19:29:07.993-07:00There's A Monster in My ClosetThis past week, I had the great opportunity to perform at Kingsbury Hall in <i>There's a Monster in My Closet</i>! It is a musical and I played the Mom and Jamie, the experienced Dreamweaver. The cast was fantastic and I got to do a show with my brother, Steve again. I also was able to be in a show with Jacob Houser and Cassidy Oldroyd again. I was originally in <i>Three Penny Opera</i>, with them almost 2 years ago.<br />
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Here are some pictures from this week:<br />
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My mom wig!<br />
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Before-too happy.</div>
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Photo fail, that I actually kind of like.</div>
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That's how hot I look after a show.</div>
<br />Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-46051378062618215992012-03-23T20:20:00.001-07:002012-03-23T22:07:30.639-07:00"Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you? Smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault!"Thank you Phoebe from Friends for that lovely song.<br />
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My family and I are living at my Grandma Brown's house, and we have two indoor kittens that are mine and Wendy's. They are almost 2 years old and are completely black. Their names are Indiana and Stitch.
This is Stitch. She is really small, and very skittish. Stich is getting better though, she doesn't run away if someone walks into the room. This is her surprised face!
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This last one of Stich is my favorite. She is so sweet.
This is Indiana. She is not fat, but not skinny like Stitch. I named her Indiana because she loves to explore (Indiana Jones).<br />
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Indiana loves to get into everything. She loves fresh water, food and snacks. Indiana does not like to be held but loves to be petted. <br />
This is her sassy pose.<br />
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Taking a nap on my bed while I do homework.<br />
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And last but not least, we have Fire Mage. She is one of the cats that live at Grandma's. Cloud Paw also lives around here, but we haven't seen him lately. Fire Mage loves getting her picture taken.
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Here's some pictures and moments of the trip:
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This is a dress I saw in a store window. I saw it and thought, "I NEED THAT DRESS." But of course, the store was closed.
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Nyssa and I had some great adventures throughout the whole trip. One of those adventures was trying to find clothing stores in London. Nyssa and I looked for at least 30 minutes and we still could not find any. We finally found them, but only because we got into a cab and asked the taxi driver where to go. This was a door we saw on the Royal Mile. Nyssa is a master modeling woman!
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This is a close in Edinburgh. It's like an alley but for walking. It is on the Royal Mile. This certain close is very important to me because this is where my ancestors lived. I think that is so amazing that I have been where my ancestors walked.
Well, that's all for now. I will add more in a couple of weeks.
Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0Edinburgh, Midlothian, UK55.953252 -3.18826755.8821325 -3.3461955000000003 56.0243715 -3.0303385tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-72525988050488879792012-03-23T17:09:00.000-07:002012-03-23T18:13:13.810-07:00It's Springtime For Hitler and Germany--Actually It's Springtime for UtahFirst off, let me apologize for not posting in FOREVER. I haven't written in FOREVER. And well, I need to do some more blogging!
Well, it's springtime. And for Utah it means changing the weather every other day! I love it so so much...NOT. Yesterday it got up to 70 degrees, which I was extremely wonderful! Today was a little bit cooler, but not as great as yesterday. I looked out the window and I saw the most beautiful apricot blossoms, so I decided to go out and take some pictures! Here are a few:
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv8RzFQdi61yV7v6HpAnO_ZHKzxZEYVCe6hruvRXK786YryWBASJRMlho1mZApH1YQFXmLqdyG2CMzkHna4jkAmOCp0Q0H8WaMgOnfOrkpo5668vwKgEmEU-xR12O2ga7FUp6IT1YpNha/s1600/DSC_0714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXv8RzFQdi61yV7v6HpAnO_ZHKzxZEYVCe6hruvRXK786YryWBASJRMlho1mZApH1YQFXmLqdyG2CMzkHna4jkAmOCp0Q0H8WaMgOnfOrkpo5668vwKgEmEU-xR12O2ga7FUp6IT1YpNha/s400/DSC_0714.JPG" /></a></div>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0West Valley City, UT, USA40.6916132 -112.001050140.6795717 -112.0207911 40.7036547 -111.9813091tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-55231614466341362142010-06-13T22:07:00.000-07:002012-03-23T22:02:58.398-07:00GrandpaUpdate: Unfortunately my Grandpa Brown passed away on November 14, 2010. I'm glad that he can be with his Heavenly Father and his earthly parents. I will always miss him dearly.<br />
When I wrote this, my Grandpa Brown was in a home for people with Alzheimers.<br />
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I was
I love my grandpa B. soooo much! And I finally got to see him! It was great to see him, and he was even himself sometimes. I loved it, and was just so happy! I love hearing about all the memories he has. He is just an interesting man! Even thinking about it almost has me in tears. I just have a couple of lyrics to tell about my grandpa and how amazing he is! <br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'd Give it All For You</span><br />
No, I'd give it all for you <br />
I'd give it all for you by my side once more <br />
Oh, I'd give it all for you <br />
I'd give it ‘cause the mountains I climb <br />
Get higher and higher <br />
I'm running from time <br />
And walking through fire <br />
And dreams just don't come true <br />
But now there's you <br />
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God knows it's easy to hide,<br />
Easy to hide from the things that you feel <br />
And harder to blindly trust <br />
What you can't understand <br />
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God knows it's easy to run,<br />
Easy to run from the people you love <br />
And harder to stand and fight <br />
For the things you believe <br />
<br />
There were oceans to cross <br />
There were mountains to conquer <br />
And I stood on the shore <br />
And I stood on the cliff <br />
And the second before I jumped <br />
I knew where I needed to be <br />
<br />
Oh, I gave it all for you <br />
I gave it all for you by my side once more <br />
Oh, I gave it all for you <br />
I gave it ‘cause it's harder to touch <br />
The things that are dearer <br />
I love you too much <br />
To trust something clearer <br />
I know I fell too far <br />
But here you are <br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">For Good</span><br />
I've heard it said <br />
That people come into our lives for a reason<br />
Bringing something we must learn<br />
And we are led<br />
To those who help us most to grow <br />
If we let them<br />
And we help them in return<br />
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true<br />
But I know I'm who I am today<br />
Because I knew you:<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Come What May</span><br />
Come what may, come what may<br />
I will love you until my dying day<br />
<br />
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place<br />
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace<br />
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste<br />
It all revolves around you<br />
<br />
And there's no mountain too high no river too wide<br />
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side<br />
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide<br />
But I love you until the end of time<br />
<br />
Come what may, come what may <br />
I will love you until my dying day<br />
Oh come what may, come what may <br />
I will love you <br />
<br />
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...<br />
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Come what may, come what may <br />
I will love you until my dying day <br />
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I just love how music expresses how I feel so perfectly. And I know that this is all happening for a reason. I am growing from this experience.Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-24764072796970638412010-05-30T16:03:00.000-07:002012-03-23T18:36:55.470-07:00Poem: Everything<span style="font-weight:bold;">Everything happens for a reason</span><br />Whether good or bad<br />It<span style="font-weight:bold;"> happens for a reason</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Everything happens for a reason</span><br />Although it's heartbreaking<br />It <span style="font-weight:bold;">happens for reason</span><br /><br />Whether good or bad<br />Whether happy or sad<br />Whether exciting or terrifying<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Everything happens for a reason</span><br /><br />Sometimes we may blame<br />Sometimes we become angry<br />Sometimes we question<br />But <span style="font-weight:bold;">everything happens for a reason</span><br /><br />Believe me when I say<br />It's for our own good<br />And <span style="font-weight:bold;">everything happens for a reason</span>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-32642954922048655332010-05-30T15:59:00.000-07:002010-05-30T16:02:55.775-07:00Song Sunday: Let it BeWhen I find myself in times of trouble<br />Mother mary comes to me<br />Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.<br />And in my hour of darkness<br />She is standing right in front of me<br />Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.<br />Let it be, let it be.<br />Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.<br /><br />And when the broken hearted people<br />Living in the world agree,<br />There will be an answer, let it be.<br />For though they may be parted there is<br />Still a chance that they will see<br />There will be an answer, let it be.<br />Let it be, let it be. yeah<br />There will be an answer, let it be.<br /><br />And when the night is cloudy,<br />There is still a light that shines on me,<br />Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.<br />I wake up to the sound of music<br />Mother mary comes to me<br />Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.<br />Let it be, let it be.<br />There will be an answer, let it be.<br />Let it be, let it be,<br />Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">For everyone going through hard times. </span>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-1865671987641174992010-05-20T18:31:00.000-07:002010-05-20T18:41:20.593-07:00Poem Thursday: DreamsDreams Can<br /><br />Dreams can keep you awake at night<br />Dreams can not be touched by science<br /><br />Dreams are questioned<br />Dreams are thought up<br /><br />Dreams give answers<br />Dreams give lies<br /><br />Dreams show insight<br />Dreams show the future<br /><br />Dreams aren't something known<br />Dreams aren't something physical<br /><br />Dreams can make you question<br />Dreams can think of your life<br /><br />Dreams Can<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDf72qU9MmC48QQQ6oiE1iVXBVrNPSBDDAfT8jNNQIvNhrDldZh6Y5_ajr5pbd5BC8vO4-lXgEb1M-lSSbPeBb0iDd18rXnVcozMfsfr1BLlTeVklHBv7_7JV3hGAZ3pH6Scvx6xC7pgg/s1600/DSC_1110.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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I LOVE this song! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEo4oOY2QEYeXr0Lk2bGXfBm78DM2mRupJF4dDpsq67VkamYB6Z9gbcyCDaGL9JkmEIfu7vsjXmB4B0RsbTCQit5uBzSFAvDEhNU1nDZXLmBtiiyLosdCOEuWH_9zxwtVcE5R2CwBi1C-/s1600/DSC_1202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEo4oOY2QEYeXr0Lk2bGXfBm78DM2mRupJF4dDpsq67VkamYB6Z9gbcyCDaGL9JkmEIfu7vsjXmB4B0RsbTCQit5uBzSFAvDEhNU1nDZXLmBtiiyLosdCOEuWH_9zxwtVcE5R2CwBi1C-/s400/DSC_1202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473529310082674770" /></a>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-16294880057721976392010-05-17T18:11:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:11:42.943-07:00The Last Goodnight - "Pictures of You"<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WGmdoOP7E24/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGmdoOP7E24&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGmdoOP7E24&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the song Megan, Katelyn, and I are dancing to for social dance! It's going to be awesome!Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-76074484429666190222010-05-14T12:26:00.000-07:002010-05-14T12:49:07.290-07:00AP TestToday was the AP test. It was ok....I think I did pretty good. The multiple choice was the hardest part. I have a song for today, that has gotten me through this class (And hard days):<br /><br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Six hundred minutes,<br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Moments so dear.<br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Six hundred minutes<br />How do you measure, measure a year?<br /><br />In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights<br />In cups of coffee<br />In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.<br /><br />In five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Six hundred minutes<br />How do you measure<br />A year in the life?<br /><br />How about love?<br />How about love?<br />How about love? Measure in love<br /><br />Seasons of love. Seasons of love<br /><br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Six hundred minutes!<br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Journeys to plan.<br /><br />Five hundred twenty-five thousand<br />Six hundred minutes<br />How do you measure the life<br />Of a woman or a man?<br /><br />In truths that she learned,<br />Or in times that he cried.<br />In bridges he burned,<br />Or the way that she died.<br /><br />It's time now to sing out,<br />Tho' the story never ends<br />Let's celebrate<br />Remember a year in the life of friends<br />Remember the love!<br />Remember the love!<br />Seasons of love!<br /><br />Oh you got to got to <br />Remember the love! <br />You know that love is a gift from up above <br />Share love, give love spread love <br />Measure measure your life in love.<br /><br />I love this song, and it's very true to me. In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights.<br />Remember the love in your life.<br /><br />Oh and I am going to post my inspirational music playlist! Here it is:<br />Seasons of Love-Rent<br />Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again-Phantom of the Opera<br />One Day I'll Fly Away-Moulin Rouge<br />Stars and the Moon-Songs for a New World<br />Revolution-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Black Bird-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Flying-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Hey Jude-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Don't let Me Down-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Strawberry Fields Forever-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Come Together-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Rent-Rent<br />Your Song-Moulin Rouge<br />Proud Mary-Glee<br />Something-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />I'd Give It All For You-Songs for a New World<br />One Song Glory-Rent<br />I'll Stand By You-Glee<br />Come What May-Moulin Rouge<br />Defying Gravity-Glee/Wicked<br />Imagine-John Lennon/Glee<br />Opening: The New World-Songs for a New World<br />If I Fell-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />While My Guitar Gently Weeps-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />I am the Walrus-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Smile-Glee/Charlie Chaplin<br />Girl-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />I'm Not Afraid of Anything-Songs for a New World<br />Blue Jay Way-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Dear Prudence-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Bad Day-Daniel Powter<br />Keep Holding On-Glee<br />Don't Stop Believin'-Glee/Journey<br />Elephant Love Medley-Moulin Rouge<br />Across the Universe-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Lean on Me-Glee<br />Somebody to Love-Glee<br />True Colors-Glee<br />All You Need is Love-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />Because-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />My Life Would Suck without You-Glee<br />Hold Me Tight-Beatles/Across the Universe<br />No Air-Glee<br />(And probably many more!)Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-72214592323074002092010-05-13T15:32:00.000-07:002010-05-13T15:36:21.073-07:00Poem Thursday: Nothing is the Same<span style="font-weight:bold;">Nothing is the Same</span><br /><br />Nothing is the same today<br />Everything has changed<br />No one knows, <br />That on the inside you are emotionally spent.<br /><br />Nothing is the same today<br />As you walk through school,<br />You see everything differently<br />You appreciate the little things<br /><br />Nothing is the same <br />Because you know something different<br />Because he's not the same<br />And you want it to be back the way it was<br /><br />Nothing is the same<br />But everything is the same<br />You are different<br />Affecting the way you live<br /><br />Nothing is the same<br />Nothing is the expected<br />This is only the beginning<br />Of a long awful road<br /><br />Nothing is the same<br />Everyday is different<br />Tragic or uplifting<br />Everyday something is different<br /><br />Nothing is the same<br />Although you try to keep it that wayRobyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-29569785972212407992010-05-12T13:05:00.000-07:002010-05-12T13:18:18.209-07:00Photo/Song Wednesday: Bad DayWhere is the moment we needed the most<br />You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost<br />They tell me your blue skies fade to gray<br />They tell me your passion's gone away<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />You stand in the line just to hit a new low<br />You're faking a smile with the coffee you go<br />You tell me your life's been way off line<br />You're falling to pieces every time<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />Because you had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />The camera don't lie<br />You're coming back down and you really don't mind<br />You had a bad day<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />Will you need a blue sky holiday?<br />The point is they laugh at what you say<br />And I don't need no carryin' on<br /><br />You had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />The camera don't lie<br />You're coming back down and you really don't mind<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />(Oooh.. a holiday..)<br /><br />Sometimes the system goes on the blink<br />And the whole thing turns out wrong<br />You might not make it back and you know<br />That you could be well oh that strong<br />And I'm not wrong<br /><br /><br />So where is the passion when you need it the most<br />Oh you and I<br />You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost<br /><br />Cause you had a bad day<br />You're taking one down<br />You sing a sad song just to turn it around<br />You say you don't know<br />You tell me don't lie<br />You work at a smile and you go for a ride<br />You had a bad day<br />You've seen what you like<br />And how does it feel for one more time<br />You had a bad day<br />You had a bad day<br /><br />I first fell in love with the song when my best friend Sarah and I watched a youtube video. It was about Harry Potter and this was in the back ground, and right as it hit the loud chorus, the video of Hermione hitting Draco came up. We laughed and laughed, and I listened to it ever since. Today has been a bad day for me. I've been sick and my grandpa went to the hospital at 2am. I really don't want to go into details. But it's been hard and music is my only output. On Glee last night the character Rachel lost her voice for a little bit. My cousin, Charlene was reminded of me when she said, "I'm like tinkerbell...I need applause to live." I need music. It needs me. So this is my Wednesday. Oh and I get to go take a practice AP test. Yay me...<br />Here's the picture that goes along with this day:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBDYtf4NaSG5uwibCI807rQMISddrFbeqAlkaIKUOJPPpkDFfvbtE6AI_c_crWzjQB5gWLE7DfuRDwlYn4jN9f_rlj7iwhWYdVw2AOSYZ5EE-ME_TosBy_6rQkUHa-07dQkFWPGTYj9sE/s1600/12639_177848418896_659743896_2831036_6223427_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBDYtf4NaSG5uwibCI807rQMISddrFbeqAlkaIKUOJPPpkDFfvbtE6AI_c_crWzjQB5gWLE7DfuRDwlYn4jN9f_rlj7iwhWYdVw2AOSYZ5EE-ME_TosBy_6rQkUHa-07dQkFWPGTYj9sE/s400/12639_177848418896_659743896_2831036_6223427_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470479994709621170" /></a>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-30904792795640553152010-05-09T10:35:00.000-07:002010-05-10T12:51:26.550-07:00Happy Mother's Day!This mother's day, I am sick. But I made my mom a kind of card thing. I found quotes about moms, and I wrote a poem using song lyrics. I'll post the words I put on it. :D<br /><br />“Children seldom misquote you. They more often repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said.” -Mae Maloo<br /><br />"Mothers of teenagers know why animals eat their young." ~ Author Unknown<br /><br />Mama who bore me<br /><br />I’d give it all for you<br />In daylights, in sunsets<br />I’d give it all for you<br /><br />My life would suck without you<br />Come what may<br />My life would suck without you<br /><br />I’ll give you stars and the moon<br />That’s all I know<br />I’ll give you stars and the moon<br /><br />I’ll stand by you<br />When there are clouds in the sky<br />I’ll stand by you<br /><br />I will follow where you lead<br /><br />“The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.”<br /> -Erma Bombeck <br /><br />"I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once." <br />-Jennifer Unlimited<br /><br />"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it." <br />~ Mark Twain<br /><br />"So thank you for reminding me about the importance of being a good mom and a great volunteer as well."<br />-President George W. Bush (I do believe I got this off a sight that said, "unintentionally funny" HAHA!) <br /><br />Smile tho' your heart is aching,<br />Smile Even though it's breaking,<br />When there are clouds in the sky- You'll get by,<br />If you Smile through your fear and sorrow,<br />Smile and maybe tomorrow<br />You'll see the sun come shining through- For you.<br />Light up your face with gladness,<br />Hide ev'ry trace of sadness,<br />Altho' a tear may be ever so near,<br />That's the time (thats the time) you must keep on trying,<br />Smile- What's the use of crying,<br />You'll find that life is still worthwhile,<br />If you just smile.<br />That's the time you must keep on trying,<br />Smile- What's the use of crying,<br />You'll find that life is still worthwhile,<br />If you just smile.<br />Smile tho' your heart is aching,<br />Smile Even though it's breaking,<br />When there are clouds in the sky- You'll get by,<br />That's the time (thats the time) you must keep on trying,<br />Smile- What's the use of crying,<br />You'll find that life is still worthwhile,<br />If you just<br />If you just smile.<br /><br />Where You Lead <br />I will follow <br />Anywhere that you tell me to <br />If you need-(If)you need me to be with you <br />I will follow <br />Where you lead <br /><br />If you're out on the road <br />Feelin' lonely and so cold <br />All you have to do is call my name <br />And I'll be there <br />On the next trainRobyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-39587941026883033902010-05-06T16:17:00.000-07:002010-05-06T16:21:32.349-07:00Poem Thursday: SilenceI have recently starting writing again, and to get myself to keep writing I am going to post some recent poetry I've written, every Thursday. Comment whether you like or not. I love all criticism! I will also give a little background, but I want you to interpret as you will. :D <br /><br />I wrote this last night, it's pretty easy to figure out. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Silence</span><br /><br />The silence is deafening,<br />People can be annoying,<br />Music is my air.<br /><br />Silence gets you no where,<br />People can be stupid,<br />Music is beauty.<br /><br />Silence tears me apart,<br />People aren't smart,<br />Music puts the pieces together.Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-77013475259131269692010-05-04T17:00:00.000-07:002010-05-04T17:08:00.344-07:00Prayer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUKaOVPovbtRGBy1yevBilzOEa55Wp5g7G2bXwY3EVuDYKDa9_6fWReC0YiuFi7SCL75_48hXjhEIH2IrITbAaRr9vME15_LKFBvzoEZoho3CxyNrm_Xa2oTmq-slb4GOz41OvjveKRq7/s1600/DSC_1026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUKaOVPovbtRGBy1yevBilzOEa55Wp5g7G2bXwY3EVuDYKDa9_6fWReC0YiuFi7SCL75_48hXjhEIH2IrITbAaRr9vME15_LKFBvzoEZoho3CxyNrm_Xa2oTmq-slb4GOz41OvjveKRq7/s400/DSC_1026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467570974728548690" /></a><br />Prayer is the soul's sincere desire<br />Prayer is the burden of a sigh<br />Prayer is the simplest form of speech<br />Prayer is the Christian's vital breath<br />Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice<br /><br />I love this song that my seminary teacher showed us today in class. It spoke so much too me. Maybe it's because its in song. Maybe I am supposed to speak through song. And I know Zoe, you agree with that. <3 I've always loved music. And prayer I think isn't much different than writing a song. You think about it before, and the words just come, when the Spirit guides you. Prayer and song writing is also from the heart. And knowing that prayer is like a song, it just makes it so much more simpler to me. When I pray I never know what to say, but I just try to listen to the spirit. Now I'm not saying, I am going to sing my prayers, but if I'm having a hard time with praying, why not? :D <br /><br />The Lord be with us as we walk<br />Along our homeward road.<br />In silent thought or friendly talk<br />Our hearts be near to God<br /><br />The straight and narrow way to heav'n <br />where angels bright and fair<br />Are singing to God's praise, is found<br />Thru constant secret prayer<br /><br />In the innocence of youth<br />We would all thy laws fulfill<br />Lead us in the way of truth.<br />Give us strength to do thy willRobyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-28869057998431172972010-04-12T20:47:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:56:16.351-07:00Wheelchairs and InjuriesSo I busted my left ankle again-this time iceskating. And of course this all happened the DAY before I left for spring break. I sprained it both ways-biliteral sprain (I think it's called that...). This weekend my family and I went to California! :D It was very much fun, except for my stupid injury. Six Flags Magic Mountain-that's where this is all leading to. I had to use a wheelchair for that day, and while my brother and I had tons of fun going up and down hills, being in a wheelchair sucks. Yes, I got to get in the front of the line, but it was still pretty stupid. When you're in a wheelchair people either become one of two people-the I feel so sorry for you, or the I don't care you're not better than anyone else. You don't need to feel sorry. I think that's probably worse, because they make you feel helpless, like you can't do anything and are stupid. And while I don't want people to be jerks, just because you're in a wheelchair, you aren't better than anyone else. Now I was just in a wheelchair for a day-think about someone that has to spend their whole life in a wheelchair, how do you think they feel? And having these jerks make you feel like you can walk, get up. That's just stupid people being stupid people I guess. But when I am treated like there is nothing wrong with me, when there is, that irks me quite a bit. On another note, the bathrooms at this place were impossible to get through in a wheelchair and are tiny. There was only 4 stalls in one of them. This is an amusement park people, hundreds of people-everyone has to pee at some point. But whatever, I just think that we should think more about others. Because their living their lives too.Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-5270623413156322342010-04-04T10:45:00.000-07:002010-04-04T10:52:54.364-07:00Happy EasterOn this Easter Sunday, I am listening to my wonderful church's General Conference. Most of the talks today have been spoken about what Christ did for us. And when you think about it, no one can imagine what Christ felt as he suffered for our sins in gethsemane. Jesus Christ bled from every pore, and He felt every pain that we have felt, in a small time, when we feel our pains over a lifetime. Jesus Christ overcame death and was resurrected, and because he was resurrected, we will too. And isn't that an awesome feeling-to know that we will live again in perfection! For me that is amazing, because I know that even after I die, I will be able to live again with my family. That, for me, is the greatest feeling in the world. And I also know that Christ atoned for my sins, so that I can repent for my sins and be clean. I love knowing these things because this makes me happy. Christ did so much for us, and I know that when I think that no one else has gone through what I have gone through, I can know that He has. Isn't that amazing? <br />Happy Easter everyone! And enjoy the blessings of the Savior. <br />He is my Prince of Peace and the King of Kings. <br />Just some thoughts,<br />RobynRobyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-19523679333507998062010-03-28T21:01:00.000-07:002010-03-28T21:09:27.271-07:00Six Word MemoirsJust some past writing on books that I've read: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Song of the Sparrow<br />Lisa Ann Sandell</span><br /><br />How could you take him away?<br />I felt like that annoying kid.<br />And I felt bad why, thinking…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Princess Diaries<br />Meg Cabot</span><br /><br />Did you really just say that?<br />You see, I’ve got this crush…<br />Why can’t you understand my problems?!<br /><br />Princess in the Spotlight<br />Meg Cabot<br /><br />He wrote those letters to me?<br />Did I really just say yes?<br />Why did he kiss me, anyway?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Party Princess<br />Meg Cabot</span><br /><br />I’m not meant to do this.<br />I wish I could impress him…<br />Am I really the right girl?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vampire Academy<br />Richelle Mead</span><br /><br />Never thought you would be first.<br />I’m really not like that… sometimes… <br />Don’t worry about me, but you. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bound <br />Donna Jo Napol<br /></span><br />Sometimes dreams do come true, right?<br />Just wish it could be me.<br />And they lived happily ever after.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Project Paris <br />Lisa Brown<br /></span><br />That outfit is so last year.<br />Walked in at the WRONG MOMENT<br />Can you say fabulous girlfriend, please!Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-29806881740437385182010-03-28T15:36:00.000-07:002010-03-28T15:42:17.869-07:00LIfe Lesson: MusicI've had music in my life ever since I was a child. And it's done so much for me. I can sing, dance, and know Bible stories. Today in Sunday school, we learned about Joseph. He was sold into slavery by his brothers at 17, sent to prison for something he didn't do, and then became the Pharaoh's #1 man. I knew the whole story before we began, why? Because of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, a MUSICAL! I wanted to sing the whole lesson, and did...but don't you see (whoever "you" are) what music can do for a person. Music can lift you up, and teach you so many things. <br />Now: onto homework. boo....Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-66492481246520106862010-03-17T22:20:00.000-07:002010-03-17T22:26:23.389-07:00I Survived a Slurpy AttackLet's recap what you've missed in my life, since I last posted something. <div>1. I'm getting a splint retainer thing for my jaw.</div><div>2. I've had a lot of freakin' homework, and it sucks. </div><div>3. I love dancing--6 days a week. </div><div>4. I survived that slurpy attack. (It was very traumatizing.) </div><div>5. Some 7th graders think I'm a creeper. (And I'm not explaining that one...)</div><div>6. I had a weird St. Patricks Day....</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>But I will explain St. Patricks Day. I wish I had a camera at school today. It was really cool to see how many shades of green were in the hallway. It was the most amazing thing, I think I've ever seen. With so many students at our school, the hallways are like sardine cans. Although that may be, it was really spectacular to see the many greens in the hallway. And now I've got to do all my AP/honors homework that I've been procrastinating. And I said sorry to those 7th graders....because I yelled at them, and I felt bad...</div>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-59914789372854597662010-02-25T20:38:00.000-08:002010-03-01T20:53:02.075-08:00My First Pair of Pointe Shoes<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Today, I realized the problem I've been having with my pointe shoes-I haven't felt comfortable going all the way onto my box (the flat top)-is that my right shank is totally broken. For those of you that don't know, they shank is the piece of wood in the shoe that is the soul, with it broken, it is impossible to use. Passing on my first pointe shoes is hard. I feel extremely attached to them, so I'm keeping them (first I will hopefully make them not smell anymore...). I want to keep all my pairs of pointe shoes and make a memorial to them, kind of weird, yet kind of cool. I am hopefully getting new ones as soon as possible. Wish me luck in all my pointe shoe endeavors.<div><div>Here they are before they died:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZ0Gb9YsWIweC4o5bIZ-mhwwFW_m6sBr4S7VIdhcDz5PegC6QW7HHaZN6v61K6KPc3fWH7b692KsQ49cw_8Ag7AToG_hGg08FYD1gKgXxQFGi2GBBpAizF4ayywYxroVK9pHMwLO05ttB/s400/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442408245121691106" /><div>This is the photo of them that got published in the Sun Magazine for military kids in the pacific area-Korea, Guam, and Japan.</div><div><br /></div><div>UPDATE:</div><div>I got new pointe shoes today! They're so pretty and clean! And very hard! I can't move them at all! CRAZY!</div></div>Robyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314068252682201967.post-84215842184118272042009-10-19T16:30:00.000-07:002009-10-19T16:39:40.961-07:00Just Some Thoughts: UnexpectednessSometimes things happen that you can't control. And lately unexpected things have happened. But although unexpected, they happened for a reason. The trials in the last 5 months have been hard. First, I leave everything I know and love-my home, Japan.Second, when I do find something to get me through, it ends. And third I have the hardest time finding friends. I think I've taken so many things for granted. My family, my friends, and the Lord. You can get so caught up in your own perfect life, that it makes it so hard to leave. The kids at my school don't seem to understand, but I know someone else does. My Heavenly Father, and my Prince of Peace. Jesus Christ suffered so much more than anyone else has, and many people forget that, including me. But to make you feel even more ungrateful, you are blessed once again, by God. I was given Choraliers, which has given me a chance to make some friends. Being blessed like that tells me I should never have doubts that God and Jesus Christ love me and know me personally. I also have the love of a wonderful family. My family is the best, and are extremely important to me.<br /><br />These things have happened to me for an important purpose. God has a plan for everyone.<br /><br />Just some thoughts,<br />RobynRobyn Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00074390745078923448noreply@blogger.com0