Tell Me Who's Watchin.

Its Over.

Congratulations Senator Obama. I pray that you lead our country well.

I did, did you?

This week I got to be apart of something bigger than myself. I was free to make a choice for my future, my country, my life. For the longest time I was rather apathetic about voting, since neither candidates impressed me. But after I walked out of the voting booth on Friday, I felt amazing. I felt responsible for the outcome of my country's future. I was proud of myself for making an educated decision about the candidate that I voted for. I voted because I thought He would be the one that would defend my rights as an American to the best of his abilities. It bothers me when people say that a vote for Obama is a vote against Christians. I could care less who you voted for, that is between you and God. The only thing I care about is that you voted. In some countries people are not able to freely choose their leader. They don't have a voice, but I do, so why waste it?

So I ask, what do YOU vote for?

Brownies and Such

Papers are due, but I'm not doing them. Truly, I don't want to write about the effects of a child growing up with a depressed parent. Why couldn't I have been given the child growing up overweight?? Now that I could have related to. So now, instead of writing, I'm making brownies. :)

This whole time change thing has messed up my internal clock. I was all ready for bed at seven like a grandma. This semester is truly starting to get to me. I need to hold tightly to my motivation and not let go.

I bought a grape soda at Walmart today, as a special treat. Much to my disappointment, it was flat and tasted like cough syrup.

I go back to the cardiologist for a check-up this Friday. How are you feeling lately Addison? Crappy and bloated, thank you. Its funny when I go in, because my whole family goes with me. Mom, Dad, Eli; everybody. I sometimes am sure the doctor must think we are one of those weird cult-like religions. But they all go, which I am thankful for. My mom goes because she always goes to appointments with me. My dad is the voice of reason in our family, and tends to ask questions my mom and I would never think to ask. Eli, he just tags along because he's homeschooled and has no where else to go. I hate it when he goes though. He always gets this air about him and walks around like he knows everything because he used to have the same heart condition. I'm all "whatever, you were two when you had your surgery". It still never ceases to change though.

My mom met this man at church on Sunday morning, a new teacher at the high school and a supporter of our campus. Apparently he is to be my future husband. She invited him over for dinner Tuesday night. Thank God I'm not going to be there. My life is already awkward enough. She said God told her to invite him, so I can't argue with that.

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.

~

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.