The Last Word Is Rejoice
So.
I would like to give an account of my Pre-Finals weekend.
Friday night, my ridiculously good looking boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life, took me to Brown Sugar for some sweet sweet Eastern eats.
This was at 6:30 pm.
Afterwards, my Boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life and I drank hot chocolate with a shitton of marshmallows and watched Muppet Christmas Carol and a Charlie Brown Christmas with Lucy the Kitty under blankets.
This was at 9:30 pm.
Not meaning to but not being able to help it, I fell asleep next to Lucy the Kitty and my boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life.
This was at 11:00 pm.
I opened my eyes in the dark, a split second before 3 earth shattering bangs sounded from the hallway, which, with a sinking feeling, I knew wasn't the TV falling downstairs or a car crash outside. My boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life crept out of the door and into the hallway, where I waited with Lucy clutched to my chest like some aunt jemima-esque mamma waiting for her children to be auctioned. There were scuffling noises, and he came back, and sat down so he could whisper to me, "Don't be scared, they're robbing the Brotherman."
This was at 5:30 am.
When it was all over, One of the other roomates yelled for the others, and we all rushed out to the hallway, greeted by splinters of wood and splatters of blood. "The Brotherman" was staggering on his feet, and COMPLETELY FUCKED UP. His front and side teeth were missing, his eye was the size of a peach, his wrist was slit open and from each of these places blood was GUSHING from him. The other five of us stood gaping at him for about 2 minutes, and then the commotion started. You see, it wasn't as simple as calling the cops. You can't call the cops when you have more than 2,000 dollars in BONGS to destroy and a WEED PLANT GROWING GREENHOUSE CONTRAPTION to deconstruct.
My good friends who know me know that I used to be addict for dramatics (Thank you TBS) and they are undoubtedly correct. As little as a year ago this tale would have been one of verbal masturbatory elation for me. But its amazing what a year can do, and I've done my best to steer clear of drama of any kind, because I'm done, I'm over it, and that's all I can say. But I feel that this tale is necessary to tell because it has to be one of the most eye opening experiences one can encounter. I'm not going to preach, only speak my thoughts in hopes that it sticks in the back of your mind and emerges when it really matters.
my ENTIRE LIFE I've tried to obey God, to do whats right, etc. (I even remember swearing to Him that I'd never say "Fuck", which we all know went out the window long ago) But when you live in a small town and you're the loud chunky girl with big boobs and a glasses and braces combo that's oh so attractive, you start to compromise things for a little bit of recognition. You start to grow up, people screw you over, you get angry, you get bitter, you start saying fuck, and one day you wake up and realize you're smoking weed with the boys next door and cutting classes and smoking lucky strikes knowing you'll have to sing to pass your classes and not caring.
But nobody gives a shit, so nothing is wrong.
and then your friends start smoking and drinking and dropping acid and eating mushrooms every weekend and if you can smoke it why not sell it and if you can sell it, why not share the wealth with anybody and everybody, the more the merrier, and if you can sell it kids, cut out the middle man and grow it yourself! It's just like seamonkeys, only it fucks your shit up AND puts some cash in your pocket!
And nobody gives a shit, so nothing is wrong.
and then 6:00 am comes
and you're wiping the blood off the paws of your kitty and forcing the drug dealer out to the car because he cant remember more than a minute and can't understand why he has to go to the hospital and you're wondering how you can possibly smash so much glass in so little time and how luck doesn't even begin to describe your physical well being after it all.
But for me at least, its not luck at all, and it amazes me even now that after all my promises to God, I broke so many and did what I wanted to so much of the time, and he STILL hasn't let me go. I've escaped diseases and smashing my head through a windshield, and possibly getting raped or stabbed or shot or arrested. After getting home I sat on my bed, and listened. I didn't hear anything, but I felt it at least. I felt Patience. and I've never been so grateful for such a silent gift in my whole life.
Everyone is entitled to believe what they want, and do as they please.
But honestly, if these are my friends reading this, I know that you have even one standard you've set for yourself, or one promise youve made to whatever you believe in, and you may not even realize you're compromising it until something really awful happens. and you won't believe how DUMB you feel for ignoring the obvious. WHO SLEEPS IN A DRUG DEALER"S HOUSE? In a house where drugs are taken and talked about, shared and sold, music is played on expensive equipment and everyone's invited to come and have a look???
I never even thought of it till now, and now might have been, that's right, JoJo, just a little too late.
Starting now, I'm going to get my shit together, I'm gonna get organized, go to all my classes, see all my friends whenever I can, have an amazing christmas break, go to Puerto Rico, learn Spanish, Go to the gym, record my songs, start doing shows, and find a good church close by where i can praise God for every breath that HE has allowed me to take, and know that if I made the decision to give my life to him then that's it, it's no longer my life to do with as I please. And considering the shit I've been saved from, he's doing a much better job of handling it than I ever did.
Now its 7:25 pm., and it only took me half an hour to let you all know how much I love you and how much I want everyone to Remember what they want for themselves. Anything less than that is something none of you deserve.
Oh, and Lucy is fine. She eats like a Wildebeast.
<3.
I would like to give an account of my Pre-Finals weekend.
Friday night, my ridiculously good looking boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life, took me to Brown Sugar for some sweet sweet Eastern eats.
This was at 6:30 pm.
Afterwards, my Boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life and I drank hot chocolate with a shitton of marshmallows and watched Muppet Christmas Carol and a Charlie Brown Christmas with Lucy the Kitty under blankets.
This was at 9:30 pm.
Not meaning to but not being able to help it, I fell asleep next to Lucy the Kitty and my boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life.
This was at 11:00 pm.
I opened my eyes in the dark, a split second before 3 earth shattering bangs sounded from the hallway, which, with a sinking feeling, I knew wasn't the TV falling downstairs or a car crash outside. My boyfriend whom I love and trust with my life crept out of the door and into the hallway, where I waited with Lucy clutched to my chest like some aunt jemima-esque mamma waiting for her children to be auctioned. There were scuffling noises, and he came back, and sat down so he could whisper to me, "Don't be scared, they're robbing the Brotherman."
This was at 5:30 am.
When it was all over, One of the other roomates yelled for the others, and we all rushed out to the hallway, greeted by splinters of wood and splatters of blood. "The Brotherman" was staggering on his feet, and COMPLETELY FUCKED UP. His front and side teeth were missing, his eye was the size of a peach, his wrist was slit open and from each of these places blood was GUSHING from him. The other five of us stood gaping at him for about 2 minutes, and then the commotion started. You see, it wasn't as simple as calling the cops. You can't call the cops when you have more than 2,000 dollars in BONGS to destroy and a WEED PLANT GROWING GREENHOUSE CONTRAPTION to deconstruct.
My good friends who know me know that I used to be addict for dramatics (Thank you TBS) and they are undoubtedly correct. As little as a year ago this tale would have been one of verbal masturbatory elation for me. But its amazing what a year can do, and I've done my best to steer clear of drama of any kind, because I'm done, I'm over it, and that's all I can say. But I feel that this tale is necessary to tell because it has to be one of the most eye opening experiences one can encounter. I'm not going to preach, only speak my thoughts in hopes that it sticks in the back of your mind and emerges when it really matters.
my ENTIRE LIFE I've tried to obey God, to do whats right, etc. (I even remember swearing to Him that I'd never say "Fuck", which we all know went out the window long ago) But when you live in a small town and you're the loud chunky girl with big boobs and a glasses and braces combo that's oh so attractive, you start to compromise things for a little bit of recognition. You start to grow up, people screw you over, you get angry, you get bitter, you start saying fuck, and one day you wake up and realize you're smoking weed with the boys next door and cutting classes and smoking lucky strikes knowing you'll have to sing to pass your classes and not caring.
But nobody gives a shit, so nothing is wrong.
and then your friends start smoking and drinking and dropping acid and eating mushrooms every weekend and if you can smoke it why not sell it and if you can sell it, why not share the wealth with anybody and everybody, the more the merrier, and if you can sell it kids, cut out the middle man and grow it yourself! It's just like seamonkeys, only it fucks your shit up AND puts some cash in your pocket!
And nobody gives a shit, so nothing is wrong.
and then 6:00 am comes
and you're wiping the blood off the paws of your kitty and forcing the drug dealer out to the car because he cant remember more than a minute and can't understand why he has to go to the hospital and you're wondering how you can possibly smash so much glass in so little time and how luck doesn't even begin to describe your physical well being after it all.
But for me at least, its not luck at all, and it amazes me even now that after all my promises to God, I broke so many and did what I wanted to so much of the time, and he STILL hasn't let me go. I've escaped diseases and smashing my head through a windshield, and possibly getting raped or stabbed or shot or arrested. After getting home I sat on my bed, and listened. I didn't hear anything, but I felt it at least. I felt Patience. and I've never been so grateful for such a silent gift in my whole life.
Everyone is entitled to believe what they want, and do as they please.
But honestly, if these are my friends reading this, I know that you have even one standard you've set for yourself, or one promise youve made to whatever you believe in, and you may not even realize you're compromising it until something really awful happens. and you won't believe how DUMB you feel for ignoring the obvious. WHO SLEEPS IN A DRUG DEALER"S HOUSE? In a house where drugs are taken and talked about, shared and sold, music is played on expensive equipment and everyone's invited to come and have a look???
I never even thought of it till now, and now might have been, that's right, JoJo, just a little too late.
Starting now, I'm going to get my shit together, I'm gonna get organized, go to all my classes, see all my friends whenever I can, have an amazing christmas break, go to Puerto Rico, learn Spanish, Go to the gym, record my songs, start doing shows, and find a good church close by where i can praise God for every breath that HE has allowed me to take, and know that if I made the decision to give my life to him then that's it, it's no longer my life to do with as I please. And considering the shit I've been saved from, he's doing a much better job of handling it than I ever did.
Now its 7:25 pm., and it only took me half an hour to let you all know how much I love you and how much I want everyone to Remember what they want for themselves. Anything less than that is something none of you deserve.
Oh, and Lucy is fine. She eats like a Wildebeast.
<3.