the smell wrapped around me and refused to subside...
Okay...
so i effing hate public restrooms.
I go into the girls bathroom at our school, and it smells putrid and there was a whole variety of body fluids on the toilet seat.
disgusting!
That is such a bad thing.
Duh, hasnt anyone heard of AIDS?
so gross.
Tomorrow I have a service project down in Riviera.
Ooo. Fun.
No, not really. I am definitely not looking to get shot this weekend. k, thanks. Just Kidding.
When Chris, our pastor, mentioned a service project he didnt tell us what it was exactly. I thought it might be like, going to a housing facility to do some cleaning and gardening?
How naive.
Apparently, that's not how my church rolls.
We are hardcore.
We hang in the ghetto.
Actually, I have been down to Tameron Avenue with my youth group before to paint a church, and i saw my first real live prostitute EVER!
It was like a game...see how many prostitutes you could find that looked over the age of 16.
How sad.
Actually, come to think of it...i also painted houses with my mom down in Riviera, because where she works (FPL) would sponsor volunteer work.
It seems like no matter how hard I try to avoid Riviera, it keeps sucking me back.
I know that God has definitely called me to mission sometime in my life, but i am sorry, i am only human and have the tendency to judge others.
Rather harshly at times, i might add.
Which is something i do indeed need to work on.
oh well.
later days.
Steven is so amazing
so i effing hate public restrooms.
I go into the girls bathroom at our school, and it smells putrid and there was a whole variety of body fluids on the toilet seat.
disgusting!
That is such a bad thing.
Duh, hasnt anyone heard of AIDS?
so gross.
Tomorrow I have a service project down in Riviera.
Ooo. Fun.
No, not really. I am definitely not looking to get shot this weekend. k, thanks. Just Kidding.
When Chris, our pastor, mentioned a service project he didnt tell us what it was exactly. I thought it might be like, going to a housing facility to do some cleaning and gardening?
How naive.
Apparently, that's not how my church rolls.
We are hardcore.
We hang in the ghetto.
Actually, I have been down to Tameron Avenue with my youth group before to paint a church, and i saw my first real live prostitute EVER!
It was like a game...see how many prostitutes you could find that looked over the age of 16.
How sad.
Actually, come to think of it...i also painted houses with my mom down in Riviera, because where she works (FPL) would sponsor volunteer work.
It seems like no matter how hard I try to avoid Riviera, it keeps sucking me back.
I know that God has definitely called me to mission sometime in my life, but i am sorry, i am only human and have the tendency to judge others.
Rather harshly at times, i might add.
Which is something i do indeed need to work on.
oh well.
later days.
Steven is so amazing