God is blessing me tremendously the past few days (when doesn't He?). Back to the patient I talked about a couple posts back- the friend I made. Well as I had said, he invited me to church sometime with his family and gave me his phone number to call if I ever wanted to meet them before a service. Well, I called Saturday night because my heart was really longing for a friend, and I got his answering machine. I told him that I'd love to meet he and his family, so if they'd just let me know what service they were going to, I'd meet them there. He left a voicemail while I was working full of enthusiasm that I was joining them. He then called Sunday morning about an hour before the service to make sure I got his voicemail.
I don't know if I'm in love with the church yet- it's hard to tell on just one service. There were things I liked better than West Side, yet there were some things that were lacking for me. I think the main thing was; I was with a family. I think I've gotten beyond that college phase where you're amped to go to services with everyone the same age as you, and those are your closest companions. I think now my heart is really longing for families. For community. For diversity. And I got that at the United Methodist. It was so wonderful to be SO welcomed not only by that patient, but by his wife as well. They were wonderful about introducing me to people and explaining different things to me, that were out of the norm during the service. I think the thing that touched me the most was their genuinity. He told me at least 12 times during the service how happy he was that I came with them. It was so wonderful to hear that; to know that he has a deep concern for my spiritual life and finding me a church home, whether it's with them or not. I really think they should adopt me. Yes, I am 23, but I want to be a part of their family so badly. And I truly feel like they're making me part of that. Thank You, Jesus, for providing that.....
I also arrived safely in Florida this morning at 7:30 am. I cannot tell you how BEAUTIFUL this area is. The sunshine is doing wonders for my soul, my nephew is absolutely amazing (we're best friends now), and the family time is just the biggest blessing......
God has me in the palm of His hand.... and He's reminding me of that day by day.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Christmas
Today doesn't feel like Christmas. I worked last night and probably had a little too much fun with 'creepy stalker' aka this like 40 year old guy who really stalks me, but he's hilarious so I don't mind. He's a respiratory therapist, and we have a lot of fun joking around on the floor. It started off as me asking him if he was following me, because he was giving breathing treatments to like ALL of my patients, so he was in and out of my rooms. Then he started saying that all the time. And now we call each other 'creepy stalker'. He claims that he was the first one that called me that, but that is CLEARLY an Autumn term. Even though the first half of the night I was CRAZY busy, it ended up being a really good night! It's like they wanted me to work for my holiday bonus pay. Haha. And I'm beginning to really see that my patients see a difference in me. It's amazing how far a little bit of kindness will go; there have been so many patients that other nurses thought were rude or were jerks, but because I treat them with decency and respect, they are wonderful for me. It's really neat to see the impact you can have on another human being.
I had the opportunity to go to a friend's tonight for dinner but really, I want to just get some sleep. I didn't fall asleep until after noon yesterday and had to get up at 4 for work. SICK. That's an ugly sleeping pattern. So today I will sleep until my body thinks it's time to get up. If it's 2 am again, so be it. The next 2 nights I work bonus shifts; only 4 hours each from 7-11 pm. That'll be a nice break. Pass a few meds then go home. And get paid boo-koh bucks for it (not really, but we can pretend).
I am really starting to get my passion back for Christ (came at a perfect time of the year, don't you think?). First off, I just need to say that I LOVE Shane & Shane's Christmas album. Their voices just make me fall in love with Jesus every time I hear them sing.... they make such beautiful music, it's inevitable. God really blessed them with an incredible talent and harmony together. Anyway, one of their songs really speaks a lot of truth, and it has left an impression on me ever since I heard it. It's called "Born To Die". Here are the lyrics:
When the babe was born/In a manger on the hay/God saw a veil torn/He saw Good Friday/He was born to die/Gold laid before the Christ/Incense, His presence is sweet/Myrrh to signify victory over death's sting/He was born to die/It came in a dream/To Joseph late on night/That Herod sought the King/But could not take His life/He was born to die/He said, "You don't take my life/You won't take my life/You don't take my life...I lay it down."/We came here today/To celebrate His birth/But let us not forget/Why Jesus came to earth/He was born to die.
He was born to die...... it is so true. And I am so thankful for that. That Jesus, my Savior, suffered through trials, as do you and I, breathing life as a human being on this earth. Isn't it bizarre to think about? He was a human being.... so long ago. It makes me feel like I have such shallow faith, when I read about the weak throwing themselves at His feet, desperate for contact with Him. Desperate because they knew they needed Him, and He was the only cure to their crumbling lives. I feel like a schmuck. Because I desperately need Him; there is no good part about me that is not attributed to Him. And sometimes I don't even stop to realize how poorly off I am without Him. I brush Him off and live as if this life were it for me..... but it's not even the beginning.
It makes me thankful, that Jesus came. That He lived. That He knows what we go through, in the human flesh. That He knows how easily we can be distracted, and how we can still have good intentions despite our humanness. Because I don't mean to be a failure. I don't mean to stray from the path He has laid out before me. I don't mean to ignore His voice, and fall into the holes. Which reminds me of another song, which happens to be one of my very favorites; Breaking The Legs of Sheep by Kids in the Way. I wish so badly that God would just break my leg, to teach me a lesson. I think sometimes I see the pain, and I know that it's there, but I don't notice that it's coming from my broken leg. I just feel the pain and think, "gosh this sucks, I'm in so much pain." But I don't see that God is using this pain to teach me a lesson. That He's fishing me out of the hole with His staff, trying to teach me what happens when I fall in that hole. But like a retarded sheep with half a brain, I almost leap from hole to hole.
It's amazing.... that without the birth of this perfect baby, this life would be it for me. Pain and sin would be all this life had to offer me, or rather that I had to offer this world. I would hurt, then I would die. And that'd be it. But I praise God that this is not the end for us. I feel so unworthy, that I suffer only for a short time, and then I am called to live in His presence for all of eternity. I'm so undeserving of the place He's going to one day call me to. It's a hard thing to accept..... grace is so amazing.
Happy birthday, Jesus. Thank you for taking my place..... you pure, perfect babe. I celebrate Your birth today.
I had the opportunity to go to a friend's tonight for dinner but really, I want to just get some sleep. I didn't fall asleep until after noon yesterday and had to get up at 4 for work. SICK. That's an ugly sleeping pattern. So today I will sleep until my body thinks it's time to get up. If it's 2 am again, so be it. The next 2 nights I work bonus shifts; only 4 hours each from 7-11 pm. That'll be a nice break. Pass a few meds then go home. And get paid boo-koh bucks for it (not really, but we can pretend).
I am really starting to get my passion back for Christ (came at a perfect time of the year, don't you think?). First off, I just need to say that I LOVE Shane & Shane's Christmas album. Their voices just make me fall in love with Jesus every time I hear them sing.... they make such beautiful music, it's inevitable. God really blessed them with an incredible talent and harmony together. Anyway, one of their songs really speaks a lot of truth, and it has left an impression on me ever since I heard it. It's called "Born To Die". Here are the lyrics:
When the babe was born/In a manger on the hay/God saw a veil torn/He saw Good Friday/He was born to die/Gold laid before the Christ/Incense, His presence is sweet/Myrrh to signify victory over death's sting/He was born to die/It came in a dream/To Joseph late on night/That Herod sought the King/But could not take His life/He was born to die/He said, "You don't take my life/You won't take my life/You don't take my life...I lay it down."/We came here today/To celebrate His birth/But let us not forget/Why Jesus came to earth/He was born to die.
He was born to die...... it is so true. And I am so thankful for that. That Jesus, my Savior, suffered through trials, as do you and I, breathing life as a human being on this earth. Isn't it bizarre to think about? He was a human being.... so long ago. It makes me feel like I have such shallow faith, when I read about the weak throwing themselves at His feet, desperate for contact with Him. Desperate because they knew they needed Him, and He was the only cure to their crumbling lives. I feel like a schmuck. Because I desperately need Him; there is no good part about me that is not attributed to Him. And sometimes I don't even stop to realize how poorly off I am without Him. I brush Him off and live as if this life were it for me..... but it's not even the beginning.
It makes me thankful, that Jesus came. That He lived. That He knows what we go through, in the human flesh. That He knows how easily we can be distracted, and how we can still have good intentions despite our humanness. Because I don't mean to be a failure. I don't mean to stray from the path He has laid out before me. I don't mean to ignore His voice, and fall into the holes. Which reminds me of another song, which happens to be one of my very favorites; Breaking The Legs of Sheep by Kids in the Way. I wish so badly that God would just break my leg, to teach me a lesson. I think sometimes I see the pain, and I know that it's there, but I don't notice that it's coming from my broken leg. I just feel the pain and think, "gosh this sucks, I'm in so much pain." But I don't see that God is using this pain to teach me a lesson. That He's fishing me out of the hole with His staff, trying to teach me what happens when I fall in that hole. But like a retarded sheep with half a brain, I almost leap from hole to hole.
It's amazing.... that without the birth of this perfect baby, this life would be it for me. Pain and sin would be all this life had to offer me, or rather that I had to offer this world. I would hurt, then I would die. And that'd be it. But I praise God that this is not the end for us. I feel so unworthy, that I suffer only for a short time, and then I am called to live in His presence for all of eternity. I'm so undeserving of the place He's going to one day call me to. It's a hard thing to accept..... grace is so amazing.
Happy birthday, Jesus. Thank you for taking my place..... you pure, perfect babe. I celebrate Your birth today.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I found a friend
And no, it's not the security guard (though when I found out that patient was still on our floor, I 'nonchalantly' meandered by the door, trying to catch a glimpse at who was sitting with him.... but it wasn't my guard. Then at eleven (like a stalker face) I waltzed by again to see who was taking his place... again, not my guard. Maybe tonight is the night though..... you never know.
However, I did make this friend at work, and it's a patient I had a couple of nights ago. I actually mentioned him in my last post- about the whole church talk. I saw that he was still in the hospital, so before I went to greet my patients, I swung by his room. He greeted me with a smile, and we picked our conversation up like old friends. It was wonderful for my soul. His dad came in shortly after, and when he introduced his dad to me, his dad knew who I was. The patient had talked about me with his family. And it must have been good things, because he was happy to see me. And his dad was looking out for me as well. I have to say, it impressed me that they didn't do the whole "My church is better" thing and try to talk theirs up and cram it down my throat. Instead, they were both telling me about OTHER churches in the area. I really just kept thinking that I wanted to go with them sometime. "Yeah, but our church makes West Side look small." Uh oh. haha. And West Side to me is a little huge. But I think it's because I haven't rooted myself with families there. I've only met some of the young adults, and they haven't been people that I have connected with, like I was hoping. Anyway, I told them I'd be back to see them in a while, after I got settled into my routine. I checked back a couple of times, but the patient was sleeping (which was good, since we established the first night I had him that he didn't sleep well in hospitals). I finally caught him awake with the TV on this morning, after I had pretty much handed my patients over (there's like a 1/2 hour to 45 minute down time, while the nurses coming on listen to report that we taped for them). So I started talking to him again, about life and about church. I asked what service they went to, because I genuinely would love to go with them. Finally before I got ready to leave, he was like, "Well I could give you our phone number if you ever wanted to come to church with us, or call ahead of time to know when we're going." Then he paused for a minute, and I said that that would be great.... kind of in a tone trying to surpress my excitement. Then he was like, "I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured or like forced to come." And I feared my response was taken the wrong way. But I ran to get paper and wrote their phone number down. I'm so blessed..... here I am, wallowing in my pity of being lonely, and here God is, showing up. He does that often, doesn't He? :-) So I'm pretty sure that I've made a wonderful friend, and that I will love his family, because I've heard so much about them. I just feel like I'm going to be taken care of, ya know? Like if I didn't go to church, they'd be the kind to seek me out and let me know that they missed me (and noticed that I was gone). And I want/need that. I need that support and love. I'm so thankful. And I got a hug out of it. Sometimes you just need one, ya know? And he kept thanking me for the great care that I gave him, and how hard of a worker I was.... it was almost embarrassing.
I love my job :-)
And I love Jesus. Happy birthday!
However, I did make this friend at work, and it's a patient I had a couple of nights ago. I actually mentioned him in my last post- about the whole church talk. I saw that he was still in the hospital, so before I went to greet my patients, I swung by his room. He greeted me with a smile, and we picked our conversation up like old friends. It was wonderful for my soul. His dad came in shortly after, and when he introduced his dad to me, his dad knew who I was. The patient had talked about me with his family. And it must have been good things, because he was happy to see me. And his dad was looking out for me as well. I have to say, it impressed me that they didn't do the whole "My church is better" thing and try to talk theirs up and cram it down my throat. Instead, they were both telling me about OTHER churches in the area. I really just kept thinking that I wanted to go with them sometime. "Yeah, but our church makes West Side look small." Uh oh. haha. And West Side to me is a little huge. But I think it's because I haven't rooted myself with families there. I've only met some of the young adults, and they haven't been people that I have connected with, like I was hoping. Anyway, I told them I'd be back to see them in a while, after I got settled into my routine. I checked back a couple of times, but the patient was sleeping (which was good, since we established the first night I had him that he didn't sleep well in hospitals). I finally caught him awake with the TV on this morning, after I had pretty much handed my patients over (there's like a 1/2 hour to 45 minute down time, while the nurses coming on listen to report that we taped for them). So I started talking to him again, about life and about church. I asked what service they went to, because I genuinely would love to go with them. Finally before I got ready to leave, he was like, "Well I could give you our phone number if you ever wanted to come to church with us, or call ahead of time to know when we're going." Then he paused for a minute, and I said that that would be great.... kind of in a tone trying to surpress my excitement. Then he was like, "I mean, I don't want you to feel pressured or like forced to come." And I feared my response was taken the wrong way. But I ran to get paper and wrote their phone number down. I'm so blessed..... here I am, wallowing in my pity of being lonely, and here God is, showing up. He does that often, doesn't He? :-) So I'm pretty sure that I've made a wonderful friend, and that I will love his family, because I've heard so much about them. I just feel like I'm going to be taken care of, ya know? Like if I didn't go to church, they'd be the kind to seek me out and let me know that they missed me (and noticed that I was gone). And I want/need that. I need that support and love. I'm so thankful. And I got a hug out of it. Sometimes you just need one, ya know? And he kept thanking me for the great care that I gave him, and how hard of a worker I was.... it was almost embarrassing.
I love my job :-)
And I love Jesus. Happy birthday!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
simple things deserve a simple explanation
I'm thankful.... God's really blessing my heart.
Last night I did not want to go to work (sinuses = lame). I've been sick all week, well since Tuesday. And for some reason it was getting better, it felt, until last night when I woke up. Ugh. But I toughed it out and went, expecting to get like hate-mail from my patients about their dirty nurse who stands in the hallway sneezing, coughing, and blowing her nose all the time (I washed my hands so much last night that my hands are like red, cracking, and raw. They hurt so badly. Yay for nursing!). Instead, God used them to really bless me. Two of the men told me how beautiful I was, granted they were 60+ and missing half of their original teeth. But they said that if they weren't married they'd ask me to marry them in a heartbeat (really, men are you that lame? I choose to think not). Then I got an admission at like 10 pm... not my favorite thing. But it seemed to be a calm enough night that I was ok with it. I think that patient in particular blessed me. I don't know how we started talking about church (clearly a God thing), but he was telling me about his and asking me questions about mine, and how I'm feeling welcomed here. I kind of felt my guard breaking.... I mean, we didn't get into this earth-shattering conversation or anything, but I just needed to feel a connection like that. And God provided. My heart just longed for a frequency that was in tune with God, I guess. It was so nice to have someone care. It was mutual- I was physically caring for him, and he was emotionally caring for me. An unfair reciprocal, clearly. He was such a pleasant, honest man. He told me a little bit about his church. It sounds huge like West Side, but I think I may visit there, when he's out of the hospital. I'd love to see what they have to offer.
I got my ipod :-) Now I just need to find the time to put some music on there when I'm not working (which will be when?!?!?!) before I make the drive to FL. I also need to go find an adapter/fm transmitter that I can use.
It was so wonderful to go home, even if it was just for a day and a half. And even if I was sick on the couch with Danielle all day. Gosh, I miss home.
I'm really sad that I'm spending another holiday alone.... like really sad. Christmas Eve and Christmas I'll be alone. I work Christmas Eve so that won't seem as bad, I don't think. It's still so tough... looking at holiday pictures of my family. Knowing that they all at least have one person to spend their day with. I'm sick of being lonely :-(
Last night I did not want to go to work (sinuses = lame). I've been sick all week, well since Tuesday. And for some reason it was getting better, it felt, until last night when I woke up. Ugh. But I toughed it out and went, expecting to get like hate-mail from my patients about their dirty nurse who stands in the hallway sneezing, coughing, and blowing her nose all the time (I washed my hands so much last night that my hands are like red, cracking, and raw. They hurt so badly. Yay for nursing!). Instead, God used them to really bless me. Two of the men told me how beautiful I was, granted they were 60+ and missing half of their original teeth. But they said that if they weren't married they'd ask me to marry them in a heartbeat (really, men are you that lame? I choose to think not). Then I got an admission at like 10 pm... not my favorite thing. But it seemed to be a calm enough night that I was ok with it. I think that patient in particular blessed me. I don't know how we started talking about church (clearly a God thing), but he was telling me about his and asking me questions about mine, and how I'm feeling welcomed here. I kind of felt my guard breaking.... I mean, we didn't get into this earth-shattering conversation or anything, but I just needed to feel a connection like that. And God provided. My heart just longed for a frequency that was in tune with God, I guess. It was so nice to have someone care. It was mutual- I was physically caring for him, and he was emotionally caring for me. An unfair reciprocal, clearly. He was such a pleasant, honest man. He told me a little bit about his church. It sounds huge like West Side, but I think I may visit there, when he's out of the hospital. I'd love to see what they have to offer.
I got my ipod :-) Now I just need to find the time to put some music on there when I'm not working (which will be when?!?!?!) before I make the drive to FL. I also need to go find an adapter/fm transmitter that I can use.
It was so wonderful to go home, even if it was just for a day and a half. And even if I was sick on the couch with Danielle all day. Gosh, I miss home.
I'm really sad that I'm spending another holiday alone.... like really sad. Christmas Eve and Christmas I'll be alone. I work Christmas Eve so that won't seem as bad, I don't think. It's still so tough... looking at holiday pictures of my family. Knowing that they all at least have one person to spend their day with. I'm sick of being lonely :-(
Sunday, December 7, 2008
random
I am just going to list some things I've been thinking/doing lately.
I have had Dave Barnes & Paramore (not together) playing constantly on my itunes.
I want to buy an ipod... but I am torn because I want one that holds all of my music, but I don't know how many songs I have... and I have to transfer them all from media player to itunes. Yuck. That's a LOT of songs.
I was obsessed with anything that had to do with Twilight but I think I am finally allowing myself to get over it.
My bedroom window is broken; it won't close. It never bothered me until right now when it's like negative ten degrees outside. I am going to call and get it fixed tomorrow, hopefully.
I bought a tumbler that you can decorate yourself, and I have been contemplating for over 2 weeks now what pictures to put in it. How long will this go on?!?! When I finally decide, it'll be April when I don't need to survive on hot chocolate.
It was really good to see my best friends this weekend.... I cannot get over how happy it made me. It makes the holidays seem a little better when I'm not so bitter about my loneliness.
I am learning to not have expectations of others... people keep letting me down and hurting my feelings. You can't expect others to act/treat you like you do them.
I am going to be 2 maid-of-honors next summer, which I just found out this weekend. It'll be Beth & Stacy Granger's weddings. However it has made me realize that I will be standing next to the bride during the ceremony... which means I need to get my butt in shape. So I bought healthy food tonight at the grocery store. But I also bought E.L.Fudge cookies because I haven't had them in so long :-(
I start doing stuff and then stop all the time; whether it's a book, a scarf, a scrapbook.... I lack motivation sometimes.
I am going to Florida in less than 4 weeks. I am excited and sad at the same time; I am stoked to see them, but I hate saying goodbye to them, without knowing the next time I will hug them.
I hate going to work every day. I don't want to go, until I get there and start my routine. Then I'm so thankful that I love my job. Why do I hate going to work then? It doesn't make sense.
I am waiting to buy a Christmas tree until Christmas is over... hopefully then I can buy the one I want from Target, and it will be on sale. I have my heart set on one tree and I don't want any other.
I hate that once I have my mind wrapped around doing something, I won't rest easily until I've done it... I fly by the seat of my pants. If I want to go to the store, I want to do it NOW... not wait 10 minutes.
I am at the point in my life where I want to start dating seriously. I don't know if it's the holidays or just the point in my life where I am lonely that has sparked this desire of mine. But I am praying that God brings him along soon. But I don't know where to find him. Where do you find a good, Christian man besides at church? I know most people look for people in bars, but that's not my thing.
I love my hair when it's straight but I am too lazy to blow dry & straighten it... my hair is too thick, and it takes so long.
I miss the Severn's. A lot. All of them. And I wish I was sitting in their living room right now, because it feels like home to me. I cry every time I start thinking about them.... next random blurb, please...
I really want a puppy, but I don't want to be tied down; if I want to leave for the weekend, I don't want the responsibility of taking it with me or finding someone to watch it for the weekend. Thankfully my apartment complex doesn't allow animals, so it makes the decision a little easier.
I need to find some good earrings... I have sensitive ears, so I either buy earrings and can't wear them because they hurt, or I lose them.
I am so addicted to chapstick. I have been using Burt's Bees, but I am starting to miss the smoothy silkness from Blistex' Silk & Shine. I think I may buy a tube just to make my lips happy.
I am ticked that they changed my schedule for tomorrow; I could have spent another day at school with my brother and Christina, but I thought I had to work tomorrow... nobody told me otherwise. At least now I can buy The Dark Knight at midnight and watch it. :-)
I bought a box of Vick's kleenex so I can just sit here and sniff them. I feel like a druggie, sitting here sniffing them all night just to feel the vapors in my chest.
My walls are really, really bare. As goofy as it sounds, I would like to sport pictures/art drawn by friends and frame them on my walls..... even if it's the crappiest thing ever. Just because it's a part of them here with me.
Man, I really want an ipod........
I have had Dave Barnes & Paramore (not together) playing constantly on my itunes.
I want to buy an ipod... but I am torn because I want one that holds all of my music, but I don't know how many songs I have... and I have to transfer them all from media player to itunes. Yuck. That's a LOT of songs.
I was obsessed with anything that had to do with Twilight but I think I am finally allowing myself to get over it.
My bedroom window is broken; it won't close. It never bothered me until right now when it's like negative ten degrees outside. I am going to call and get it fixed tomorrow, hopefully.
I bought a tumbler that you can decorate yourself, and I have been contemplating for over 2 weeks now what pictures to put in it. How long will this go on?!?! When I finally decide, it'll be April when I don't need to survive on hot chocolate.
It was really good to see my best friends this weekend.... I cannot get over how happy it made me. It makes the holidays seem a little better when I'm not so bitter about my loneliness.
I am learning to not have expectations of others... people keep letting me down and hurting my feelings. You can't expect others to act/treat you like you do them.
I am going to be 2 maid-of-honors next summer, which I just found out this weekend. It'll be Beth & Stacy Granger's weddings. However it has made me realize that I will be standing next to the bride during the ceremony... which means I need to get my butt in shape. So I bought healthy food tonight at the grocery store. But I also bought E.L.Fudge cookies because I haven't had them in so long :-(
I start doing stuff and then stop all the time; whether it's a book, a scarf, a scrapbook.... I lack motivation sometimes.
I am going to Florida in less than 4 weeks. I am excited and sad at the same time; I am stoked to see them, but I hate saying goodbye to them, without knowing the next time I will hug them.
I hate going to work every day. I don't want to go, until I get there and start my routine. Then I'm so thankful that I love my job. Why do I hate going to work then? It doesn't make sense.
I am waiting to buy a Christmas tree until Christmas is over... hopefully then I can buy the one I want from Target, and it will be on sale. I have my heart set on one tree and I don't want any other.
I hate that once I have my mind wrapped around doing something, I won't rest easily until I've done it... I fly by the seat of my pants. If I want to go to the store, I want to do it NOW... not wait 10 minutes.
I am at the point in my life where I want to start dating seriously. I don't know if it's the holidays or just the point in my life where I am lonely that has sparked this desire of mine. But I am praying that God brings him along soon. But I don't know where to find him. Where do you find a good, Christian man besides at church? I know most people look for people in bars, but that's not my thing.
I love my hair when it's straight but I am too lazy to blow dry & straighten it... my hair is too thick, and it takes so long.
I miss the Severn's. A lot. All of them. And I wish I was sitting in their living room right now, because it feels like home to me. I cry every time I start thinking about them.... next random blurb, please...
I really want a puppy, but I don't want to be tied down; if I want to leave for the weekend, I don't want the responsibility of taking it with me or finding someone to watch it for the weekend. Thankfully my apartment complex doesn't allow animals, so it makes the decision a little easier.
I need to find some good earrings... I have sensitive ears, so I either buy earrings and can't wear them because they hurt, or I lose them.
I am so addicted to chapstick. I have been using Burt's Bees, but I am starting to miss the smoothy silkness from Blistex' Silk & Shine. I think I may buy a tube just to make my lips happy.
I am ticked that they changed my schedule for tomorrow; I could have spent another day at school with my brother and Christina, but I thought I had to work tomorrow... nobody told me otherwise. At least now I can buy The Dark Knight at midnight and watch it. :-)
I bought a box of Vick's kleenex so I can just sit here and sniff them. I feel like a druggie, sitting here sniffing them all night just to feel the vapors in my chest.
My walls are really, really bare. As goofy as it sounds, I would like to sport pictures/art drawn by friends and frame them on my walls..... even if it's the crappiest thing ever. Just because it's a part of them here with me.
Man, I really want an ipod........
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