I live for the weekend, and for Jesus.
I've decided that the weekends make living through the crapdays worth it.
I cried three times yesterday.
That's lame.
(But it's better now.)
Yesterday's highlights:
- My Mom praying in the woods at church. I left her without telling her I was leaving.
- Getting a hickie in church. "I don't think that's supposed to happen."
- Insanity where are we going who's driving who has a car who has a liscence who has a mom where are we having lunch who am I riding with are we going to Sam's what movie should we see why are you crying are you mad at her is he mad at you... I LOVE MY FRIENDS. <3.
- "It was my idea to go to Panera." "Yeah but it was my idea to go out."
- Panera. Insanity like 500 people there. I laughed inside seeing people I know who don't know me.
- Hitting my knee getting out of Em's car, getting dizzy and staggering across the parking lot like a drunk. Getting carried into Panera like an old lady.
- 10 people in Jess's cavalier. "Your butt is really hurting me and getting in my way."
- Wondering around Target aimlessly and paging Edwardo McDarcy over the intercom. I LOVE YOU JESS. Bad blisters. Jelly beans.
- Amanda's with Nicole. I invited ourselves over. Pizza, movies, pictures. I'll put them up later.
- Starting the A.S.S. club... don't come up with club names late at night.
Last night I finally talked to a couple people on my list of people to talk to. I've been holding back and hiding who I am because I thought it would be easier that way. Easier than trying to make them understand. But it didn't work out the way I planned. Holding it in just left my heart so bitter and so lonely. I learned how to let down some walls and let people see me cry, and told them who I really am. And they CARED and they hurt with me, and it's so good to know that in spite of all my weaknesses and failures, they're so ready to be there and help me from where I've fallen.
I'm looking forward to this week. Turn past all the pages you've scribbled on, I'll take the pen thanks, and start with a perfect white peice of paper. With lines, of course.
;-)
I cried three times yesterday.
That's lame.
(But it's better now.)
Yesterday's highlights:
- My Mom praying in the woods at church. I left her without telling her I was leaving.
- Getting a hickie in church. "I don't think that's supposed to happen."
- Insanity where are we going who's driving who has a car who has a liscence who has a mom where are we having lunch who am I riding with are we going to Sam's what movie should we see why are you crying are you mad at her is he mad at you... I LOVE MY FRIENDS. <3.
- "It was my idea to go to Panera." "Yeah but it was my idea to go out."
- Panera. Insanity like 500 people there. I laughed inside seeing people I know who don't know me.
- Hitting my knee getting out of Em's car, getting dizzy and staggering across the parking lot like a drunk. Getting carried into Panera like an old lady.
- 10 people in Jess's cavalier. "Your butt is really hurting me and getting in my way."
- Wondering around Target aimlessly and paging Edwardo McDarcy over the intercom. I LOVE YOU JESS. Bad blisters. Jelly beans.
- Amanda's with Nicole. I invited ourselves over. Pizza, movies, pictures. I'll put them up later.
- Starting the A.S.S. club... don't come up with club names late at night.
Last night I finally talked to a couple people on my list of people to talk to. I've been holding back and hiding who I am because I thought it would be easier that way. Easier than trying to make them understand. But it didn't work out the way I planned. Holding it in just left my heart so bitter and so lonely. I learned how to let down some walls and let people see me cry, and told them who I really am. And they CARED and they hurt with me, and it's so good to know that in spite of all my weaknesses and failures, they're so ready to be there and help me from where I've fallen.
I'm looking forward to this week. Turn past all the pages you've scribbled on, I'll take the pen thanks, and start with a perfect white peice of paper. With lines, of course.
;-)