now i cant wait to get my life started.
senior year is going to rock.
i turn 18 in 6 months!
ALL my friends just graduated,
that kinda sucks lol
but i will stay optimistic and find
some new ones ha
im going to stop caring so much
about what other people think
because it REALLY doesnt
matter ha i cant wait to have
homework again ... and a busy
schedule ... wierd i know but
whatev. my bubba comes home
in about 5 months : ) he was
promoted to crew chief! YAY
he needs prayer though.
im still not waitress. GRRRRRR
oh well ... i will be patient.
starting a new diet. not to lose weight!
i know im not fat ... just to be healthy
thats all.
well thats my life right now. ha
well almost. lol
my heart is happy. : )
Monday, July 21, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
randomness
as i get older ...
summer starts to suck ... a lot!
there is nothing to do and when there is
its usually in denton or
requires using gas. so basically i run,
and then sit around the house all day untill
i have to go to work. ha (i have no life ... basically)
so save me from my misery and give me
something to do!
now that im done complaining ...
im in a show in denton, its called
"Lil' Abner" ha it is really cute and i
cant wait till opening night!
heres a little story for you:
i come home from work one night and chance
(my dog) comes and greets my like usual.
i end up petting him for like 20 minutes lol
then i go to the kitchen and grab something to
eat and then i head off to bed. well chance is
laying in the family room and i walk by him to
say goodnight and bend over to give him
a goodnight pet ha and all of a sudden he snaps
at me and starts barking at me! it scared me half to
death! since then he has been mad at me and
wont let me pet him or anything.
i dont really know why i just told you
that. oh well. ha
so anyway ... i love God. i love my job.
and i love myself. THE END
summer starts to suck ... a lot!
there is nothing to do and when there is
its usually in denton or
requires using gas. so basically i run,
and then sit around the house all day untill
i have to go to work. ha (i have no life ... basically)
so save me from my misery and give me
something to do!
now that im done complaining ...
im in a show in denton, its called
"Lil' Abner" ha it is really cute and i
cant wait till opening night!
heres a little story for you:
i come home from work one night and chance
(my dog) comes and greets my like usual.
i end up petting him for like 20 minutes lol
then i go to the kitchen and grab something to
eat and then i head off to bed. well chance is
laying in the family room and i walk by him to
say goodnight and bend over to give him
a goodnight pet ha and all of a sudden he snaps
at me and starts barking at me! it scared me half to
death! since then he has been mad at me and
wont let me pet him or anything.
i dont really know why i just told you
that. oh well. ha
so anyway ... i love God. i love my job.
and i love myself. THE END
Monday, May 26, 2008
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude, it is
not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude, it is
not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
who ya gonna call? not the G.B.'s!
have you ever put yourself in a position that you thought would turn out fine and then come to find out that your really dumb for thinking that and now you wish you hadnt!
okay well thats totally what happened to me!
i agreed to go to prom with one of my friends ... friends is what i thought we were ...
well now he wants to be more than friends and i dont! gah! haha boys are dumb.
now its going to be awkward and i dont want to go with him. i know it sounds bad,
but i just dont want him to get the wrong idea. dumb highschool drama. BLAH
anyway ...
10-12th: Cottey College
18-21st: Branson, Missouri for band trip
(yes, i am going to missouri twice in 2 weeks)
May 17th : prom at the dallas aquarium
May 30th : last day of school!
then im a senior! (thats weird)
okay well thats totally what happened to me!
i agreed to go to prom with one of my friends ... friends is what i thought we were ...
well now he wants to be more than friends and i dont! gah! haha boys are dumb.
now its going to be awkward and i dont want to go with him. i know it sounds bad,
but i just dont want him to get the wrong idea. dumb highschool drama. BLAH
anyway ...
10-12th: Cottey College
18-21st: Branson, Missouri for band trip
(yes, i am going to missouri twice in 2 weeks)
May 17th : prom at the dallas aquarium
May 30th : last day of school!
then im a senior! (thats weird)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
In history we are watching. "4 little girls" a document made by Spike Lee. Along with that we are reading a book called the Sixties. Its truly amazing what that generation of people had to go through to get basic human rights. I was in tears while watching white, racist policemen with attack dogs, depriving the black race of their freedom of speech; depriving them of their right to assemble by using fire hoses and literally spraying people off of their feet. It was really hard to watch. Sometimes i think as Americans we forget what people went through just to get the basic human right to drink out of a water fountain, or to get the right to vote, or to challenge the government with freedom of speech. American history sometimes seems like some fictional story; like it never really happened because some things we did seem so unrealistic. The documentary is about 4 girls who were killed in a bombing in Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. I dont understand how people can be so hateful to one another. How could you live with yourself after bombing a church and killing 4 young girls just because of the color of their skin. Or after shooting a black man in the head just because he used a "white mans" bathroom?! Or putting hundreds of children in jail or 5 days because they were marching for their freedom?!
Joan Baez wrote a song about the Birmingham Sunday ...
" Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom."
Joan Baez wrote a song about the Birmingham Sunday ...
" Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom."
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
growing in mind, body, and soul.
blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
school.
grades.
work.
money.
relationships.
things.
"dancing at discos
eating cheese on toast
you make me merry
you make me very very happy
but you obviously
didnt want to stick around."
-kate nash
school.
grades.
work.
money.
relationships.
things.
"dancing at discos
eating cheese on toast
you make me merry
you make me very very happy
but you obviously
didnt want to stick around."
-kate nash
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