Convention, Rest of the Weekend, Things Like That
It's been a while since I've updated. I've wanted to but things felt a little too overwhelming lately. A lot has happeneed. The convention was bad and good. They decided on a 220-228 vote to sell the Summit. Red is officially my least favorite color. I cant remember ever having my hopes crushed so much. Even though The Summit is closing, they youth program of the Diocese will go on, we will continue to show people the way, and we will never ever lose our faith.
The good side of the Convention was that I met LOTS of people, and I learned a lot about the way the church works. I have to say I'm not a big fan and that we put our waller before our bowing heads, but hey thats not for me to decide. The people I met and reconnected with were amazing as always. The thing I love about these people is that you might know them for a week but they will always be there for you because we are a family of Christ! Wow I sound way mega religious right now! I love yall! Staying up late, eating crappy leaf salads, elevators, I Love the 90's, textin during Eucharist (which I'm definately going to hell for), pointing out our "diversified people" with Joey, stealing pillows (I didn't do that because thats pretty sick), "hobbs land", but most of all being there for each other during the vote, the sale, and then standing up together as the youth and facing the people and praying for them when all we wanted to do was cry!
Enough about religiousness! I have to learn how to do a whole crap load of revolutions with a jump rope by Monday, and I cant because I'm a heffer who never exercises! I wish I did but I just don't find it particularly important. Yes, I'll probably clog my arteries and die of a heart attack, but for right now I'm not fat, and I love to eat! Eat away fatso!!
I made a C in Geometry for the semester! Normally I would cry, but for now I am jubliant if you read the below posts you will read the one about my dream... That crap was SCARY AS HELL to me at least!
My dad sat me down yesterday and told me about my parents divorce. It was hard for me, I cant remember the marriage, but after hearing everything I realized that this event really shapes who I am, personality wise. The only things I really remember from being a little kid were really just getting yelled at by my dad. I have other memories but those really stick out, the others are faded and diluted. Those ones of my father are vivid and life like. I love my dad more than anyone knows, its an odd kind of love that is hard to read and complicated. I yearn for his approval, but still rebel against his rules. I wish things had been different and that maybe I hadn't been yelled at as much because now all I do is worry about if I make people happy, I'd rather just live. With this in mind I know that everything happens for a reason and that what doesn't kill only makes you stronger. At the end of this I will rest easy in the arms of my maker, that will be the greatest reward...
I am aware of the fact that this particular post was not quite "up to par", but hey neither is my life, but I keep on going. What else can you do?
-In His Holy Name
Molly