I want to fall in love with you Iwant to fall in love with you I want to fall in love with you...
This week - with my Improvisor staff, root beer floats, Al Letson + Crisis, 6 A's and 2 B+'s, a car full of the loveliest of lovely ladies, Jew cake, a mutilated poem (thank God!), a Christy Sellers compliment, a crazy-sweet-behind Coffee Reading, and more - life was freakin' awesome - despite my nephew berating me and making me feel horrible and despite the stress of needing to hug someone but not being able to make eye contact, pretending everything is okay and normal because you need just to feel that person but knowing it's not the same because something's tainted and nothing feels right.
That's alotta words...
Then Friday night Matt and I got dolled up (yep - him too)and went a saw the Brazilian Guitar Quartet at Good Shepard Church. That 8-string guitar was pretty much ridiculous. Freakin' amazingly ridiculous!
But before that we met his parents at European Street to eat and we ended up engaging in this long conversation discussing Matt's future and where he's going after high school and what he wants to be if he ever grows up...
Army, Navy, Coast Guard (we prolly covered every branch of the military...), firefighter, contracter and the list goes on. And I'm scared he's thinking of me some when he thinks about joining the military and such and I think I'm part of what's holding him back from finalizing that decision, and if I have anything to do with him not doing any of these things, even just a little...oh man. I know he loves me and I know it seems impossible but...the boy needs to be utterly selfish when he decides what he's going to do after DA. I refuse to be a top priority then - as bad as that sounds and as hard as that is...
After the concert we hit up Ortega Park at, like, 10:30. Just us...chillin' by the river and catching the breeze off the water...lovin' each other and holding hands. I think that's among my favorite of intimacies.
Saturday I had Youth Sunday rehearsals from 9 to 1 to practice singing and dancing and such. (Blonde preachers' daughters that go to Episcopal, look innocent, and subtly hooch themselves around, getting everyone's attention without even speaking to anyone seriously make no sense to me. whatev. if someone can explain this phenomenon to me, by all means, please do...)Then I went home and busted my butt doing homework for APUSH and Physics Honors so all I'd have to do today is write my editorial for the paper...and then I get an e-mail from Mama Dvorak. Ugh. Aces.
We gots ta get his paper out this week...three out of four of my articles are in...and Suzi's are in...and a couple more from Bre and Tess. But we've still got ads, layout, and editing. Man Oh man. No pressure. This week imma be a mess and a half.
Today is my Mom's birthday. Yay! I was at church at 7:45 with five hours of sleep and no breakfast - but it was in the name of Jesus. Youth led worship today (both traditional AND contemporary services) and we did pretty well considering. I remembered what it was like to have your BUTT eat your leotard when you leap...and I cried a lot because I haven't in a while. Tyler's skits went well. And Ms. Rorrer is a really good singer. And Reinhard is just funny. And my mom enjoyed it. So all was well.
I got home at 12:20 or so and Mama and I were gonna go to the Southern Women's Show but I've been sleeping. I feel disgusting and sick and this weather is plumb pookie. Feels good. Looks nasty. And Mom agrees. So we chilled at home and baked cookies. And now I want to throw up.
See y'all tomorrow. Good night.God bless.I love yooze guys. muah!mauh! muah!
c. dub
Ooh ooh ooh!and how bout Joe Nichols (sp?) is coming to Jacksonville! ooh la la he be pretty...
That's alotta words...
Then Friday night Matt and I got dolled up (yep - him too)and went a saw the Brazilian Guitar Quartet at Good Shepard Church. That 8-string guitar was pretty much ridiculous. Freakin' amazingly ridiculous!
But before that we met his parents at European Street to eat and we ended up engaging in this long conversation discussing Matt's future and where he's going after high school and what he wants to be if he ever grows up...
Army, Navy, Coast Guard (we prolly covered every branch of the military...), firefighter, contracter and the list goes on. And I'm scared he's thinking of me some when he thinks about joining the military and such and I think I'm part of what's holding him back from finalizing that decision, and if I have anything to do with him not doing any of these things, even just a little...oh man. I know he loves me and I know it seems impossible but...the boy needs to be utterly selfish when he decides what he's going to do after DA. I refuse to be a top priority then - as bad as that sounds and as hard as that is...
After the concert we hit up Ortega Park at, like, 10:30. Just us...chillin' by the river and catching the breeze off the water...lovin' each other and holding hands. I think that's among my favorite of intimacies.
Saturday I had Youth Sunday rehearsals from 9 to 1 to practice singing and dancing and such. (Blonde preachers' daughters that go to Episcopal, look innocent, and subtly hooch themselves around, getting everyone's attention without even speaking to anyone seriously make no sense to me. whatev. if someone can explain this phenomenon to me, by all means, please do...)Then I went home and busted my butt doing homework for APUSH and Physics Honors so all I'd have to do today is write my editorial for the paper...and then I get an e-mail from Mama Dvorak. Ugh. Aces.
We gots ta get his paper out this week...three out of four of my articles are in...and Suzi's are in...and a couple more from Bre and Tess. But we've still got ads, layout, and editing. Man Oh man. No pressure. This week imma be a mess and a half.
Today is my Mom's birthday. Yay! I was at church at 7:45 with five hours of sleep and no breakfast - but it was in the name of Jesus. Youth led worship today (both traditional AND contemporary services) and we did pretty well considering. I remembered what it was like to have your BUTT eat your leotard when you leap...and I cried a lot because I haven't in a while. Tyler's skits went well. And Ms. Rorrer is a really good singer. And Reinhard is just funny. And my mom enjoyed it. So all was well.
I got home at 12:20 or so and Mama and I were gonna go to the Southern Women's Show but I've been sleeping. I feel disgusting and sick and this weather is plumb pookie. Feels good. Looks nasty. And Mom agrees. So we chilled at home and baked cookies. And now I want to throw up.
See y'all tomorrow. Good night.God bless.I love yooze guys. muah!mauh! muah!
c. dub
Ooh ooh ooh!and how bout Joe Nichols (sp?) is coming to Jacksonville! ooh la la he be pretty...