Beauty and the Beast Eli

My mom put a TV in my bedroom at home, so Eli and I are watching Beauty and the Beast, much to his disgust. No one dies, and nothing blows up in the first 15 minutes, so its not his thing.


Me: So Eli, would you ever want to be someone's Prince Charming?

Eli: Maybe, but I'm not going to do that riding on a white horse thing. And I'm NOT going to sweep some random person off their feet. That's weird.


Oh Eli, a true romantic at heart. :)

I hate dirty children.

(Going from left to right, top to bottom.)
Picture 1. I don't understand this.

Picture 2. Oh heck, I really don't understand this.

Picture 3. Why the heck did I ever sign up for Chemistry. I am going to fail my test tomorrow, which will cause me to fail the class. If I fail the class my GPA will drop and I will lose my scholarships. If that happens then I will have to drop out of school and get a job at a nasty trucker gas station. I will therefore have no future and end up marrying some guy named Larry who has a blue collar job and no morals. We will have to live in a trailer because we make no money. Knowing my luck we will have ten kids too, and I won't be able to keep up with them all so they will go to school with runny noses, dirty faces, and bologna sandwich lunches. And then their runny noses will turn into bad colds and I will have to take them to the doctor on Obama's crap healthcare plan, which means we will be herded through the doctor's office like cattle because we will be too poor to have private insurance. The highlight of my day will be the nightly lotto numbers because we might win this time.

Picture 4. Crap you Chemistry, crap you.

• Up: Trying to be the bigger person.

• Up: I'm voting tomorrow. I am so ready for the election to be over. Words cannot describe.

• Down: People, as much as I dislike Obama, I do not believe he is the antichrist, and neither should you. That's stupid.

• Up: I started a site meter and was surprised at how many site hits I am getting a day.

• Up: I had an amazing weekend with my mom and her friends. It was nice to be drama-free for a weekend.

• Down: I tend to gravitate towards unhealthy friendships for some reason. I hate that.

• Down: The freaking sugar gliders are not gone yet. That's all I'm going to say about that.

Oh man, oh man.

Oh my goodness, holy crap, I could pee my pants, etc. Today was one of the most amazing days of my life. And to think that I was so close to skipping church, but I didn't.
I was meant to be at church this morning.
I was meant to sit in the second row.
I was meant to hear the sermon.
I was meant to hear God's voice.
I was meant to hear the new calling on my life.
God has totally thrown me for a loop and I am left completely shocked and amazed.
But excited, so, so, excited.
The edges are fuzzy and not everything is clear.
Because it is so radical I have only shared it with my parents and the journal to my future husband.
Until I make sure this is completely my calling (which I am pretty sure it is), I am keeping it private. But when I feel completely comfortable, it well definitely be shared here.
Until then I ask for your prayers. Prayers for guidance, wisdom, clarity and anything else you can think of.

p.s. I updated my 365 set on flickr.

The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club.

Oh man. It started Sunday when the best friend handed me a book and said, "you have to read this". I knew of the movie, but had never seen it. I thought it looked lame. But, since she usually has great taste in books, I figured I'd give it a shot. I just finished the last page. It was amazing.
The End.

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Fall Break starts tomorrow. Words cannot express how freaking excited I am about going home. I haven't been home in three weeks, even though it feels like years. I am almost packed, and a playlist for my ipod has been created to listen to on the trip home. I have to admit, my language has gotten a little shady lately so I am pretty nervous about dropping a word or two in front of my family. Because that would go over so well. :) But other than that things should go well. I get to snuggle with my sweet baby Dyson, and I will be making a roadtrip to Texas. :)

Ireland, I'm coming home!

This weekend was lovely, for so many reasons. Pictures are on facebook, so you should go take a look.

I love life.

oh heck, I brought the comments back too. :)

Six Little Knows Facts About Me

I was tagged by Jennifer.

1. I constantly play with my hair. I usually don't realize that I do it, and it drives my mom crazy. I think that there is something about twirling it around my fingers that brings comfort to me.
   
2. I make faces at truckers on the highway. I figure that their job is pretty dull and monotonous as it is, so I take it upon myself to add a little interestingness to their day. 
3.  I am 20 years old and I still refuse to blow my nose when I have a cold. 
4. I am a HUGE napper. I love naps. They are the most amazing thing in the entire world. 
5. Someday, I am going to have a small dog and his name will be Pancakes.
6. I want to live in the south of France someday with my husband and kids.

I going to the mountains this weekend with a group of friends. Its going to be so much fun. I've also found a church that I LOVE after being without one for three years. I'll blog more about it later. 

Kiki the Demon Glider

Kiki the Demon Glider

She may look sweet an innocent to you, but the truth is that this was satan's second choice of animal to use to tempt Eve.

My roommate is gone for the night and being the nice, kind person that I am, agreed to freed her two baby sugar gliders their evening meal. I knew they were babies and needed a lot of human interaction, so I decided to hand feed them like I have seen my roommate do dozens of times. No big deal, right?
I carefully offer these two greedy beasts some strawberries and they climb over to my hand and begin to nibble. Kiki, the one pictured above, got a little too excited and FREAKING BIT MY HAND. In response I jumped, and shouted several colorful words. Strawberries and sugar gliders went flying everywhere. After it was over she came crawling out with such confidence it was annoying. I stared down her beady little eyes for several minutes until I realized how stupid it is that I was fighting with an animal the size of a baseball.
I left the rest of the food in there for them to eat on their own, with the hope that they choke on it in the middle of the night. I probably have rabies now too.

Dogs don't do this kind of crap.

My Friends....

Today I worked as a TA for the Education professor that I've worked for the past few years. She had me organize the education office, a job that I have been doing for the past few weeks. The things she no longer needed were put in a trash bag and were carried out to her car. She handed me her keys, told me what she drove, and where she parked. I then found myself staring at her bright, shiny, red Rendezvous. I stood there with a thousand thoughts swirling in my head. I had her keys. I could totally jack the car, drive to Mexico to sell its parts, use the money to buy a fake passport, move to France, and marry a man named Joaquin. It was so on. Then I realized that grand theft auto probably would not look great on a medical school application, so I put the trash bag in her car and went back inside.

YEAHHHHHH

In between twittering, eating a leftover taco, and catching up on my favorite blogs, I realized it has been forever and a day since I have written here. I feel like an explantion is necessary, not really for anyone else's benefit, but more for my own. To be quite honest though, I really haven't felt like there has been anything worthy of writing about. Life has been pretty mundane lately.
My heart medicine seems to be invading my system properly and control the beats of my heart. My heifer roommates and their wannabe Hollywood friends don't seem to understand the crap that my body delves out, and how tired it makes me. They just look at me funny when I say I don't feel well. I think they are also jealous of my stunning beauty and are always wondering how I look like a hottie when I roll out of bed in the mornings. Yeah, that is totally why.

Friends are coming and going these past few weeks. I've been pretty blunt lately to some, but it was necessary, although possibly harsh. Quite a few of my school friends have also gotten engaged. Lovely for them, but it is crap when you are single. I say that but I am nowhere ready for a relationship, and happy with that fact. I wrote a pretty angsty entry in my journal to my future husband. I expressed my frustration because he is NOT here and I don't see him ANYWHERE. But even as I wrote that I knew I was wrong. He is exactly where he is supposed to be, and he will show up at the perfect time. He may not show up for another 8 years, but that is okay. Because he is going to be passioniately in love with me, hot, love the Lord, and ridiculously funny, so I am content to wait. Besides, he probably hasn't finished his Masters Degree on how to deal with me when I am moody. :)

I'm also counting down the days till my roommates move out. We get along fine, they are just annoying as all get out. I could post all the things that irratate me about them, or write an angry pop song about it, but I am going to do neither. Instead, all I am going to say is WHO TURNS THE AIR UP TO FREAKING 80 DEGREES??????? Ahem, I'm done. :)
You would think that I would have lost tons of pounds sweating in my rainforest of an apartment, but no. Instead, my oh so lovely heart medicine has caused me to gain 7 flipping pounds of water weight in a week. Can we say beached whale?? There are some days my hands are so swolen my purity ring won't come off so I can't be a skank even if I wanted to (which I'm not).

Oh, and I no longer have a birthfather apparently. Not that I ever really had one in the first place. Apparently he didn't realize that his sperm created a demanding girl, who, perish the thought, wants a relationship with him. I know, I know, I am a terrible person for even asking it. He got officially demoted to sperm donor and is not worth talking about. Pig. Man. Jerk. Anyway.......

So needless to say, this past week was rough. It was one of those weeks where you want to run outside and scream a string of words that would make your grandma blush. Yeah, it was that bad.
But in the process I still laughed, had amazing dance parties, and ate cereal, which made life all the more sweeter.

Before the beginning of time, I knew you. I knew what color your eyes would be and I could hear the sound of your laughter. Like a proud Father who carries a picture of his daughter, I carried you in My eyes, for you were made in my image. Before the beginning of time, I chose you. I spoke your name into the heavens and I smiled as its melody resounded off the walls of My heart.

You are mine. My love for you extends farther than the stars in the sky and deeper than any ocean. You are my pearl of great price, the one for whom I gave everything. I cradle you in the palm of my hand. I love you even in the face of your failure. Nothing you can say or do can stop Me from loving you. I am relentless in My pursuit of you. Run from Me- I will love you. Spurn Me- I will love you. Reject yourself- I will love you. You see, My love for you was slain before the foundations of the world and I have never regretted the sacrifice I made for you at Calvary.

When I see every part of you are, I marveled at the work of My hands, for I whispered words of longing and desire and you came into existence. You are beautiful and I take pleasure in you- heart, mind, and body. You are my desire. When you turn your head in shame and despise what I have made, I still reach for you with gentle passion. You are my beloved and I am yours.

Love,
Your Heavenly Father