I don't have much to say, but I don't want to leave that last post at the top for too long, ya know?
Good news in my life lately:
I FINALLY purchased my china. It only took me a year and a half and at least 100 hours of contemplation. I couldn't love it more, but now I need a house to go with it...
My hair has almost reached mermaid status, and then I can cut it. I love a good drastic hair change!
Went to Little Rock, Arkansas for a work conference last week. (Not really sure why that is good news, but I went nonetheless and it provided me some entertainment)
I'm taking a French class on Tuesday's and I am increasingly in love with all things French, including: France, French fries, French kissing, French men, the French horn, etc, etc, etc.
It's Conference Weekend. All will be right with the world beginning tomorrow morning at 10 am.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
I Hate Them
Goodbyes that is.
This wasn't the first, and it most certainly won't be the last, but it still sucks nonetheless.
It's amazing that in a world overflowing with terrible, unthinkable tradgedies, my own little world seems to come to pieces over a boy.
I can want something so badly, and fight so fiercely for it, but in the end, I don't make the rules or draw up the plan, God does. Apparently my thick head needs some heavy reminders that I'm not the boss of everything (Even though I mostly act like I am).
The last one may have gotten too much time, and this one feels like it didn't get nearly enough. I wanted much, much more.
I hate broken hearts and I hate fear of the future.
This wasn't the first, and it most certainly won't be the last, but it still sucks nonetheless.
It's amazing that in a world overflowing with terrible, unthinkable tradgedies, my own little world seems to come to pieces over a boy.
I can want something so badly, and fight so fiercely for it, but in the end, I don't make the rules or draw up the plan, God does. Apparently my thick head needs some heavy reminders that I'm not the boss of everything (Even though I mostly act like I am).
The last one may have gotten too much time, and this one feels like it didn't get nearly enough. I wanted much, much more.
I hate broken hearts and I hate fear of the future.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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