And I was all like... whatevah
Tonight was... special. Special meaning that it was different from most other nights, but still loved even though it might not be near as smart or fun at parties, and occasionally poops on itself. Yeah, that describes it.
I slept until like 2:30 after staying up late and reading a useless book (entertaining, but useless) and felt like I had wasted the better part of the day. I sat around another hour reading something slightly more useless (less entertaining) and then had to go pray for my sister to start feeling better, mainly because I hate when people get sick and I don't have insurance to go to the doctor. Those are the ideals you get once you decide to drop college to go and sit in a voodoo infested country. In short, waste of my "morning".
Perry Stone, incredibleness. He spoke on a lot of stuff that blew my mind that I will probably write about early next week. After the amazing word I heard a new song that really made me feel like I was in a black gospel church, and it made me happy. Stephanie and Meg thought it made me look mildly retarded, but that just means that I am getting deeper and deeper in my worship. One of these days I might just have to get naked (ref. King David). The entireity of the evening was ruined by certain people sucking more than usual at being great people in social settings. Sometimes I wonder if people act stupidly on purpose or if they are really that oblivious to other people's feelings. In fact, I wonder of all people do have phases of really "not caring". Meh.
Now I am sitting at Meagon's house, contemplating on how much I suck at spelling compared to Stephanie. That is why I am a writer and not a proofreader. <3
I slept until like 2:30 after staying up late and reading a useless book (entertaining, but useless) and felt like I had wasted the better part of the day. I sat around another hour reading something slightly more useless (less entertaining) and then had to go pray for my sister to start feeling better, mainly because I hate when people get sick and I don't have insurance to go to the doctor. Those are the ideals you get once you decide to drop college to go and sit in a voodoo infested country. In short, waste of my "morning".
Perry Stone, incredibleness. He spoke on a lot of stuff that blew my mind that I will probably write about early next week. After the amazing word I heard a new song that really made me feel like I was in a black gospel church, and it made me happy. Stephanie and Meg thought it made me look mildly retarded, but that just means that I am getting deeper and deeper in my worship. One of these days I might just have to get naked (ref. King David). The entireity of the evening was ruined by certain people sucking more than usual at being great people in social settings. Sometimes I wonder if people act stupidly on purpose or if they are really that oblivious to other people's feelings. In fact, I wonder of all people do have phases of really "not caring". Meh.
Now I am sitting at Meagon's house, contemplating on how much I suck at spelling compared to Stephanie. That is why I am a writer and not a proofreader. <3