I just had to move all of the photos that have been chillin on my desktop for so long and cluttering it up.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I just had to move all of the photos that have been chillin on my desktop for so long and cluttering it up.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I'm exausted from lack of sleep and spreading hay around a field/husking corn, which granted me a painful blister. My room is a pit, I have tons of homework due and I am having the hardest time trying to crochet. I also feel like I need to take a shower. And I'm hungry. And this "earnestly praying for someone else" thing doesn't seem to be working.
But it's not about me. I am honestly so lucky. All of these are so good and a dream for so many people. I had the opportunity to help out on a ranch/farm and I was able to see real fresh corn, and shuck it and deem it good or chicken food. It's so pretty. I was able to love on some adorable doggies that were hilarious and beautiful. I got to use a rake and go out in a field and spread hay around and make myself sickly tired but I didn't have to do that for long. I got to help people in a very small way. I got to eat breakfast this morning, and coffee. I was able to listen to my new worship mix cd I made and drive in a car with leather seats and safety. I was able to see a doctor to help my mind and the chemicals in it, even though I'm not in dire need, I have the advantage of people caring enough to help me be the best I can be in that area. I got to eat Chick-fil-a even if it did make me sick. I went to Barnes and Noble, nuff said. I am lucky to have a mom who bought me a wondeful lunch and then desserts at Sonic. She also bought me some starter crocheting stuff, I was able to try and learn how to crochet. I have a family who loves me and one who looks up to me even though she never stops talking. I have a fantastic therapist. I have hope, a guy in my head who I really wish would skiddadle. I'm not ill, I have so much stuff that I don't need that it's filling up my room. I get to go to sleep in a fantastic cozy bed with as many blankets and warmth as I need. I have the best daughter/cat in the world. I get to go to church tomorrow and worship God without any fear.
Most of all I have a future that goes beyond death. I have the greatest privilege of having the God of the universe care enough about me to care what I'm thinking at every single moment and who takes care of me, I don't have to worry, ever. Ever. Maybe I have the privilege of having a future husband out there somewhere, who God is making for me and helping me, alot, to be ready for him too. I am so, so, so fortunate. I am safe from everything in the entire world, both physical and spiritual and every other "al" in existence.
That is the real truth that is so easy to exist when I focus on the trivial things that upset me.
But it's not about me. I am honestly so lucky. All of these are so good and a dream for so many people. I had the opportunity to help out on a ranch/farm and I was able to see real fresh corn, and shuck it and deem it good or chicken food. It's so pretty. I was able to love on some adorable doggies that were hilarious and beautiful. I got to use a rake and go out in a field and spread hay around and make myself sickly tired but I didn't have to do that for long. I got to help people in a very small way. I got to eat breakfast this morning, and coffee. I was able to listen to my new worship mix cd I made and drive in a car with leather seats and safety. I was able to see a doctor to help my mind and the chemicals in it, even though I'm not in dire need, I have the advantage of people caring enough to help me be the best I can be in that area. I got to eat Chick-fil-a even if it did make me sick. I went to Barnes and Noble, nuff said. I am lucky to have a mom who bought me a wondeful lunch and then desserts at Sonic. She also bought me some starter crocheting stuff, I was able to try and learn how to crochet. I have a family who loves me and one who looks up to me even though she never stops talking. I have a fantastic therapist. I have hope, a guy in my head who I really wish would skiddadle. I'm not ill, I have so much stuff that I don't need that it's filling up my room. I get to go to sleep in a fantastic cozy bed with as many blankets and warmth as I need. I have the best daughter/cat in the world. I get to go to church tomorrow and worship God without any fear.
Most of all I have a future that goes beyond death. I have the greatest privilege of having the God of the universe care enough about me to care what I'm thinking at every single moment and who takes care of me, I don't have to worry, ever. Ever. Maybe I have the privilege of having a future husband out there somewhere, who God is making for me and helping me, alot, to be ready for him too. I am so, so, so fortunate. I am safe from everything in the entire world, both physical and spiritual and every other "al" in existence.
That is the real truth that is so easy to exist when I focus on the trivial things that upset me.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I just figured out/accomplished linking up all my blogs because they're on two separate email addresses so it was alot of going back and forth signing in and out and accepting permissions from myself back and forth until it was sorted out.
Aaand I hate cleaning my room, but I hate laundry more. And laundry is more important.
School wise:
SOCIOLOGY-
Quiz 1, 10/25 (I didn't know we had a quiz that day and I got there late and I didn't know it was two sided)
Quiz 2, 16/25 (there's no excuse for this one)
Quiz 3, 19/25 (this one was today, I still fail)
Essay paper thing, 44/50
ENGLISH-
Basically out of all the assignments I've received a check on all of them meaning I get full credit basically. It's so strange how ENG 200 is WAY easier than ENG 100 solely because of the separate teachers. It's ridiculous, I worked my butt off for a C+ last semester.
MATH-
Test 1, 96% (96/100)
In general I am so not doing as well as I want(ed) to.
There goes that "supa smart" girl identity I thought I might adopt.
Whatevs, my identity is "the girl who always has cat hair on her clothes."
Aaand I hate cleaning my room, but I hate laundry more. And laundry is more important.
School wise:
SOCIOLOGY-
Quiz 1, 10/25 (I didn't know we had a quiz that day and I got there late and I didn't know it was two sided)
Quiz 2, 16/25 (there's no excuse for this one)
Quiz 3, 19/25 (this one was today, I still fail)
Essay paper thing, 44/50
ENGLISH-
Basically out of all the assignments I've received a check on all of them meaning I get full credit basically. It's so strange how ENG 200 is WAY easier than ENG 100 solely because of the separate teachers. It's ridiculous, I worked my butt off for a C+ last semester.
MATH-
Test 1, 96% (96/100)
In general I am so not doing as well as I want(ed) to.
There goes that "supa smart" girl identity I thought I might adopt.
Whatevs, my identity is "the girl who always has cat hair on her clothes."
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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