So I was trying to think of a catchy way to introduce this blog... Like something people do when they vlog. A lot of those popular vloggers everybody watches always intros with some weird crap... They say random stuff, do random stuff, make random jokes, and use eye-popping images to grab your attention! So I thought, if that works for them, why can't it work for me? Then I remembered that people can't see what I'm doing while I'm blogging. They can only read what I'm saying. So I can't use eye-popping images to get their attention because the only thing I have to use are words... That makes it mildly harder.

Anyways, this is another little thing about what I've been doing lately and why I haven't blogging! This goes out to like.. the zero people who read my blog anyways! Hooray for you!

Basically, I haven't been doing anything. Just like my last blog where I was like "I bet you're all wondering where I've been! well I haven't been doing anything! :D "... Except this time I've accepted the fact that no one cares anyways, so my blogging absence hasn't been acknowledged..

But anyways, since I haven't been doing anything, then I have to have a different reason for not blogging, right? Wrong! But lucky for me, I do have a reason. Why is that lucky for me? Honestly, it just makes it easier for me to waste space and write more.

Enough with the chit-chat, let's talk about the real reason I haven't been blogging. Firstly, I'm just lazy. Don't worry though! That's not the only reason I haven't been blogging. The second reason (no way! I bet you never would have guessed there was a second reason! Even though I used firstly, and usually if someone says firstly, that means there is at least one more thing after that, but that's besides the point) is that I'm just not that good at blogging. That was proved to me just before I wrote this blog because I started reading some of my other blogs and they weren't really that funny. I guess I'm not that funny.

Ok, well maybe that's not totally true. A lot of people think I'm funny, so I guess what I mean to say is I'm not good at planning out being funny. I'm more spontaneous when it comes to humour, so when I actually try to be funny, I'm not funny at all. I honestly don't know how anybody can plan being funny though. Like, all those vloggers I mentioned earlier.. Do they plan out the entire vlog? Or do they just do random stuff until they find good material? I just don't understand...

Also, it's really hard to communicate things just through words. For example, vloggers can make hand gestures, voice intonation, and other things to make things funny! I can't do that with words! All I can do is use punctuation marks... And that is nowhere near as effective as what the vloggers do. When I talk, I change my voice a lot, and do a lot of things with my hands, and make faces, and that makes things funny sometimes but if I try doing that over blog, things get misinterpreted! Like, there was this one time when a person watched me on DeviantArt. Weird, right? No! It wasn't weird because people do that with that website. If you like someones artwork, you watch them. Well then I watched them back, so they posted on my page "We're friends now! :D" or something of that general nature. I replied to it and said "I guess we are". Then I realized that sounded mean, but it was too late! D: see, the thing is, in my head I said that all cute and playfully, and if they heard it in real life the person would know that I think we're friends too, but in text, it looked like I was kind of being a jerk and saying "Um... sure. I don't really like you or anything, but I guess we can be friends if you want" and that's totally not what I was trying to say! Its too late now, though. My point is, using my face, voice, and body to try and make a blog funny does not work.

I have a random story to tell you! This will be short, I promise. So I was just out trimming grass (because my dad is all like "the lawn has to be perfect so go trim the grass!! D:< ") and I accidentally cut the flower head off one of my mom's flowers!! Luckily there were other flowerheads to cover it up, but still... That's breaking some rules that can't be broken! So what did I do? I made sure no one was looking and threw the flowerhead behind something and now no one knows! I feel so rebellious and evil... It kinda makes me feel dirty. Is that from the evil, or from being outside? Either way, I'm gonna take a shower sometime. I always take showers though, so it really doesn't make much of a difference.

Anyways, let's get back to how I'm not good at blogging and being funny. See, the thing is, if I blog I want it to be a funny blog. That's just how I roll. I'm not going to write a blog reporting news, or talking about fashion or whatever the heck people write about nowadays because, honestly, I just find that really boring and I might die if I tried writing it. I also don't want to write deep, philosophical blogs that bring up major topics where people discuss things and think. I'm not saying I'm stupid and can't think, I just don't like thinking when I don't have to. It's way too much of a chore.

So the point is, the only genre of blog that appeals to me are humorous blogs (well, I mean that's the only kind that appeals to me when it comes to writing them. I like reading different kinds of blogs though), and I can't write humorous blogs because I'm not good at planning out humour!! It kind of puts me in a pickle... A pickle I don't want to be in. So what was my solution to this problem? First, I ate the pickle, and second, I stopped blogging. 

Then I remembered I had a blog, and I was like "Hey! I want to blog again!" so I came back here and started writing this blog. Was that a smart thing to do? I honestly don't know.. But if I can stop being lazy I'm going to attempt to blog again, and this time make it mildly entertaining for myself, and for those of you few people reading it. Just a little heads up, so just give me a little slack on this first few blogs! Ok? ok, good :)

Anyways, peace out everybody and I will talk to you all later!! (so I was going to try and change my voice on that line to make it interesting and guess what! I can't.)

*sighs* So it's thanksgiving break right? Ya well in case you didn't know it is which mean's that a lot of schools are let out for the week and stuff. Well today for me was a half day of school and now break is started and its frickin' BORING. First of all, my most amazing girl is off in Missouri for the break, so that rules out spending time with her, and second off: I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. Well that's not actually true. I have plenty to do. it's just that none of it is appealing to me at the moment. So the thought popped in my head, "Why don't I just go to bed?" well that's a fine and dandy idea except for the fact that I like listening to music for hours on end before I sleep and my mp3 player ISN'T WORKING!! So what can I do now? Let's look at my options... 1) Do one of the things that isn't appealing to me at the moment 2) Try and sleep without my beloved music 3) Do something totally random like making a blog!! Ok options one and two are out so let's go with option three. I'll do something totally random and blog. But what the heck can I blog about? I haven't had a creative blogging experience at all lately. It's just a dead... Thing. So how do I write a blog when I don't have any creative influence? I do exactly what I'm doing now. Take up space by writing about my escapades on trying to write a blog and hope that as I'm taking up space with pointless writing some creative genius will hit me and I'LL HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO WRITE ABOUT :D Any luck so far? Defiinitely not... So then if blogging isn't working, what else can I do? Talk to someone? Nah, my lady friend is busy sleeping and there's nobody else I want to talk to... And anyways, if someone really wanted to talk to me, they'd start up the conversation. I usually start up convo's and I always have this feeling I'm being a nuisance (maybe I'm just being paranoid... who knows) So I guess I'll take another shot at creative influence... By looking through my old documents... Holy crap... I don't like reading through, or looking at older things that I've done. I.e. a picture I drew, a short story I wrote, a song I made. I hate looking at it and seeing how much that particular thing SUCKS! And then I think, "well I thought it was good then... What if I suck now too?" "You probably do Isaac... There's always room for improvement." "Ya but... does that mean I... I suck?" "Ya probably." "Wow... You're really blunt." "Yup." And that's a standard conversation with myself and now I've come to the conclusion that everybody sucks at what they're doing compared to what they'll be in the future (that is assuming they stick with whatever they're doing) and that this blog isn't going anywhere, so I shall close it now with a quick and painless... Farewell

 The day I became a Christian was Friday September 4, 2009, at age 14.

I actually am writing this the day after this happened, so to me this all happened yesterday. I don't know when you are reading this, but if you're reading it the day I posted this, then this all happened yesterday, and if you're shocked I completely understand.

 

So I lived my whole life as a 'Christian.' I went to Church, I grew up in a Christian family, in sixth grade I started going to a Christian school, and when my sophomore year started I started going to youth group. But I wasn't really a Christian. I lived through the steps, and told everyone that I was a Christian but I wasn't. I was living my life my own way and I had thrown God out.

 

There was just something about Christianity and God that I couldn't relate to. I saw all these people who loved Jesus and the way they lived was just for Him, and I couldn't understand it. I never felt that way, when I thought of Jesus I just went UGH!!! It wasn't very good, and now I just don't understand how I felt that.

 

A week before this day came, the last youth group, I was challenged to open my Bible. And you know ever since I started going to youth group I felt God more and I knew something was wrong. So when I was challenged to open my Bible, I did and I got to the passage Ecclesiastes 7:15-12:1a. So I decided to make a study out of it because I thought thats what God was asking me to do. So that whole week leading up to Friday, everyday I would read my Bible and pray. And I thought I had embarked on the path of Christianity but I was still missing something, and I knew deep down that I was wrong. I thought that I had already stumbled from the path but what I was missing was that the path I had embarked on wasn't the path that I would be following for the rest of my life, no. The path I had embarked on was the path that led up to the door that would lead me to the path I would be walking. That whole week I walked this little path that was leading up to the big path and I didn't even know.

 

Well friday came and it started like every other day. And the whole day went like every other day. When I got home I read my Bible and then I sort of left God and did my own thing like I had been doing that whole week. Because I still didn't feel the connection.

 

Well youth group came, and I went there, and it went pretty much the same as always. I enjoyed being there and I sort of felt God but nothing changed. Well at the end of it I went to small groups and we talked about making Jesus our King, and letting him steer the wheel. And we talked about how most Christians aren't actually at the boiling point aka where they should be, and we talked about how we all had to get truthful with God. And that's where I sort of felt a change. I realized that my whole life I hadn't been truthful with God, and I thought, maybe that's what I'm missing. So when I got home I went upstairs and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and I thought, well this is a good place to pray, I won't be interrupted. So I got into the shower and started the water and I started thinking. And then I started praying and I got straight with God. At first I just asked him why. I was sort of angry at Him, and I was being stern with Him, and I just asked Him why. Why he let me live my life in sin!!! Why he let all the bad things happen!!! Why he didn't stop me!!! Why he didn't show himself when I asked!!! And I just asked why!!! I fell to my knees and images of my past sinful life came to my mind and I just started crying. I just curled up in the tub, lying on the bottom of it, and I cried. Once again I asked him why? I told him that I didn't have anything anymore, everything that I 'had', none of it was mine. And I told him I couldn't keep living, I couldn't keep going. There was no point to this meaningless life I had, so again asked him why? Why was a still here!!! Why am I alive!!! What am I supposed to do!!! And I just started crying again. I couldn't believe how much sin I was in. As I cried I just kept saying to myself no. It couldn't be!!! How could I have lived in so much sin? How could I have let that happen!!! How??? I just told myself no it couldn't be and again I asked God why he didn't stop me!!!

 

Eventually I was standing again and I still had more for Him. Now I was angry and I was yelling at him (in my mind) and once again I asked him why!!! And I told him that there was no point here so why am I here? And I told him that everytime I would pray before and everytime I tried to follow Him and I asked Him to help, I told him that everytime that happened it felt like he shunned me. And it felt like He didn't care. And it felt like He didn't love me. And I just yelled at Him, saying why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you help me when I asked? Why didn't He ever answer? And I asked Him if He knew what that felt like to try and get nothing!!! And I just yelled at Him and asked Him if He knew what that felt like!!! So then after that when I was calm, I just told God what I wanted. I told Him that I've admitted that I don't have anything, and I've told Him that its all His. And I told Him that my whole life I've been trying to figure out why He won't tell me, and answer me. And I told Him that I just wanted one thing for all of this prayer. I told Him that I've finally gotten honest with Him, and I told him that I wanted one thing. I wanted Him to tell me why... That's all. So when I got ready to open the shower curtain I was expecting an Angel or something, but when I opened the shower curtain, I got nothing. All I got was the bathroom. The freaking bathroom. There was nothing in it that showed me a sign. And then I got angry again. And I told God that this was perfect example. I just asked Him why and I got honest and asked Him to show me and I didn't get anything. He didn't answer me!!! And I told Him that I probably didn't even get a text message, so I checked my phone and I didn't have a text message. And then I saw my backround.

 

Last Valentines day my sister sent me a forward to my phone. One of those ones where if you send the forward something good will happen. I didn't send the forward. I just told my sister that I loved her too but the forward came with a picture. The picture was this picture that kept changing, and it said I love You each time it changed and I thought it was cool so I saved the picture. Well a couple days before the Friday I had made my backround that I love You picture and I thought it was cool how my backround kept changing. Well when I saw my backround, it said I love you. And then I opened my phone and it started changing and it kept saying I love You and I started crying. I realized God had answered me and the reason for everything, the answer to why, was because He loves me. And I was just so overwhelmed, and I was filled with this unexplainable joy and I just felt so relieved. And I just fell to the floor and cryed, and when I got up I wanted to talk to someone about it. I wanted to tell someone how good God is!!! The first person that came to mind was my small group leader because He helped me to the door, and his encouragement in small groups helped me get the door open and walk through onto the path. And I just texted him and told him. And he asked if I wanted to talk, and I said yes. And he called me and we had a great conversation and I just felt so happy.

 

I had finally made it onto the path of Christianity and I finally understand how people can live for God and I just finally feel His love and I finally have that connection I've been missing my whole life. And I'm overwhelmed.

 

The reason I've posted this is because I want everyone to know how great God is. He came into my life at the perfect time and He saved me, and I just want anyone to read this to be encouraged. If you feel down or you feel like God isn't there, I want to tell you that He is, and I want to tell you to be honest with Him. Tell Him exactly how you are feeling because if you do, He will respond. And even if you're not feeling down, I still just want to remind you how great God is and I just want everyone to know how amazing He is!!!

 

That is my story. My story of how I became a Christian. And I pray that if you haven't found God, that you do. And I pray that if you have found God, you will stay with Him.

 

I love God so much, and I thank Him for everything.