Apparently he’s been dating some girl since homecoming. I found out at random today through the means of overhearing an annoying freshman teasing him about it. Then I had to sit the entire period either discussing it with him or sitting there in Emergency Emotion Survival Mode. So then I went to my next class, immediately broke down, and got my mother to come get me.
I took all the love songs off my ipod. I’m tired of being pathetically in love where there’s no hope.
Nothing like a good theological discussion in the middle of the night.
I’m glad the Season of Depressing Inactivity (being summer) is almost over.
I’m so ridiculously introverted that, if left to myself for a few months, I get to the point where I live every day on the verge of anxiety attack from lack of being drawn outside myself.
So liek I’m the only one of my friends not seeing Harry Potter tonight…
Since I’m not even allowed to watch/read HP at all…
I didn't wanna be clean! >:|
Your face looks like a bieber
You ARE a bieber
Never say never
Dear Mother Nature,
I hate your monthly gifts almost as much as I hate you. Go away.
Sincerely, women everywhere
This bukkit list is subject to additions as I think of more crap I wanna do.
-go to Ireland
-find someone who actually might be willing to marry me
-travel the world
-get kicked out of walmart
-perform on piano at a legit concert hall and actually be successful
-be in MCM
-burst into song in a public place and have people join in
-serve my country in some useful way
-write a book
-learn how to sing & play piano at the same time
-be in zero gravity
-record an album
-live somewhere awesome that’s not Trussville
-go on a mission trip in one of the really poor African countries
-go horseback riding somewhere awesome
-own a legit sword, preferably a Master Sword or a katana
-teach a child to say OMNOMNOM while it’s eating
-teach a child to respond to Charmander
-read all of The Silmarillion
-read the Bible all the way through
-donate my hair to Locks of Love
-play at an open mic night besides my awkward Debussy performance last summer
-go on a long walk at night without getting kidnapped
-go swimming with dolphins
-walk through a drive through
-talk in a British accent solidly for a whole day
-learn to converse in Japanese
-ask John Parker Wilson to marry me a third time
-pronounce “on” correctly
My big brother, with all his faults, had a truly generous and caring heart. He loved his sisters, our mother, and his daughter dearly; probably better than himself.
I was only eight when he died, and try as I might to hold on to them, my memories of him are fading. I was too young to know anyone on a deep level, anyway. One of my keenest wishes is to know my brother, and for him to know me as I am now, a young woman.
I know that someday we’ll meet again, but right now heaven seems distant. I presumably have my whole life ahead of me, and I have to wonder how it would be if I hadn’t lost so valuable a friend as Joe would have been.
I need someone to look after me in my inevitably stupid teenage years. He always did until I was eight, but now is the time when I need it most. This is probably part of the reason I reach out to older guys - to try to find the brother figure I miss, though Joe would warn me to be careful with them if he were here.
Most of the reason, though, is that I see him in every troubled boy around me. I know about the inward struggle, the bottling it inside oneself, the anger, the heartache that young men feel. I know that if they aren’t helped, it’s possible that the boys I know may share Joe’s fate, and I’m terrified of that happening. I want to help them, give them someone to talk to, and most importantly point them to the Savior.
I just wish someone could have helped my big brother before it was too late.