monday, monday

hi eir and dro, the only two people who read my blog. haha. jk.

i got my hair cut tonight ... nothing dramatic, but it looked so nast after work that i got on the phone and made an appt. so THERE.

i'm going to bed early tonight.

today i celebrate my NINTH spiritual birthday! last year, there was a tea party ... oh fun! happy ninth birthday tooooo me!

love you guys. jack

Good weekend!

friday
supper with whit & christina
stepford wives with bec and trix

saturday
SLEPT IN
went to Grand Avenue ("uptown" as AlGal would call it) with biz and trix
went to some lame-oh movie (In Good Company) ... it wasn't that horrible, but kind of boring with the roomies and liz and missy
watched Patch Adams (THERE was a good one, never seen it before)

sunday
Newbs
lunch with the bros. hanson, jamie chambie, and jess
cleaned my room (yesssssss)
jessica, andrew, and ryan came over, and we watched Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Now, it might sound as though all i did all weekend was watch tv and movies, but oh man, was it nice to relax and be at home. emcrom called, and we are getting together on tuesday.

i don't want to go to work.

i love the Lord, and i am exhausted and still sorry about my irritability.

LOVE YOU.

aw drewby. 

Aw Bunts. 

feeling ... strange.

Go check this out: http://www.rochestermn.gov/park/Plummer/plummer.htm

Awwwww! (I hope the link works.)

So, today ... hmmmmmmmmmm. Today today today.

I just prayed for YB, and I got kinda torqued at him. I need to try to be understanding and chill.

I am so blessed. SOOOOO BLESSED.

I am going to make a list of books I've read and what I think about them. It will be my next post, but it will also grow and change as I read. (Well, I'll try to do this. Let's see what happens.)

God is good. Christ is ALL.

wish we were here ... 

crazyangrymadupset but sorry about it

Oh my goodness, let's pile in a bus and head to Park Rapids ... who's with me? Well, on the other hand, it's winter in Minnesota right now, so I suppose this wouldn't be the optimal time for cabins with thin, insulation-less walls. Ok, fine.

Anyway, does it seem to anyone else that I've been really cranky for the past week or so? I'm sorry about it, and I've prayed about it, but I'm still just this emotional, hot-tempered crank. SORRY. Pray for me, if you think of it, since I don't know what to do about it.

God is good good good. Boys suck suck suck. Sometimes. Some boys.

Anyway, I'm cranky with YB, but of course I am. Of course I am! I don't like that either, and I know that if I saw him I'd want to lash out in anger and also want to marry him. Go figure.

I really don't know what to eat. It's like I don't know how to take care of myself if people aren't around. I can't get up enough energy to make food or something. Bleh.

I'm sooooo crabby. I'll go read for awhile and see if things don't turn around.

I love you, friends! Forgive me!

Part Two

So, my day got better. A Wrinkle in Time is kinda weird, but it's interesting. I really like the character of Calvin, and I cheated tonight at Barnes and looked at the third book and found out what happens with Calvin and Meg. Oh well.

My arm-crooks quit hurting awhile after I took some Ibuprofen. Yesssss.

Tricia and I went to Barnes (as was mentioned), and I got The Problem of Pain by Jack Lewis and Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard. Thanks, Mom and Dad! :-)

But here's the big thing from this afternoon ... something I need to remember:

GOD is BIGGER than me, my friends, and the plans we make.

Proverbs 16:9 says, "A man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps."

And listen here to Isaiah 25:1 ... "O LORD, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name; For You have worked wonders, Plans {formed} long ago, with perfect faithfulness."

I praise You, O God my Father, for Your excellent ideas and for being so much better than we are ... all-knowing! How great Thou art! God, thank You for directing our footsteps and for making tough decisions.

As Lewis wrote in Mere Christianity ... if Time is a line, then God is the PAPER the line is drawn on! Right around this time last year, I mused with Eir about how amazing it is that HE is in charge, and hey -- PRAISE THE LORD either way, right? Right.

UGH

I am so annoyed. And bored.

And my body hurts. Owwwwwwwwww.

Who knows why. Why not complain to my blog? I don't like myself, and I miss people a lot.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED.

I feel lazy if I sleep, but it seems too overwhelming to go out and DO something if no one else comes with. I started reading A Wrinkle in Time because Flowers for Algernon lost my interest. Let me read a piece of children's fiction when others fail.

Yay, another boring blog from jls.

Zac Hanson

So, tonight Eir and I ruminated about how attractive the youngest of the Main Three Hansons (the wonderful Zac) got in these past years. See the picture below. Good old Zac. His real name is Zachary Walker Hanson. I know so many factoids about his family. Mom: Diana. Dad: Walker. Siblings: Ike, Taylor, Jessie, Avery, Mackie, and Zoe. Ike's real name is Clarke Isaac, and Tay's real name is Jordan Taylor. He is married. He got his girlfriend pregnant and was wed soon after.

Those are some bits of info about the mmmboppin' Hansons. For ohsolong I wanted to be a part of that family. HAHAHA.

Tonight I am BORED OUT OF MY MIND. It seems crazy that I will be in Kimball tomorrow ... Sno-Feast, where I haven't been for about three years. Not since the Sno-Feast with the Church of Us when Ryan was all boo-hooey over Kiley and Brice and I first started to become friends. Wowzap.

If you think of it, pray for me/everyone/Sno-Feast. I hope that it will be a good time of encouragement. And I will get to see Megan Nehring and AlGal Rutledge, so that rocks my socks.

This blog entry is boring too, just like my night.

Ok, so I personally thought he was hot when he was TWELVE, but anyway, here he is now. 

Trevor Morgan

Bec's blog entry tonight was about Trevor Morgan, and my question WAS and REMAINS this: "Who the crankshaft is he?"

Anyway.

Went to youth group at Newbs tonight. Love those kids. And before that I went to Caribou with Mel and Meg, looooooovely NWC freshmen. We talked about boys.

My beautiful roomies bought me The Complete Works of E.M. Bounds on Prayer ... and it was sitting on my bed when I got back from youth group. Awwww! They're great! Trixie and I looked it up online awhile ago, so she knew I wanted it, and they got it for me.

I miss Eir like mad. Eir, I know we've talked every day this week (actually, did we talk on Sunday?), but I feel disconnected from you for some reason. That's icky. Eir, 1 Samuel 18, my love. Souls knit together. Miss you, but we'll talk tomorrow.

I want to just go from person to person, encouraging as the person needs.

And I want to get married and have twin boys, Jonathan and Vincent.

I wish that ... YB would call me. And marry me. Someday.

On a sidenote, oh man, I forgot. It was something about trichotillomania or something. Hmm.

Yessssssssss! The megatoe!!! 

uh oh, i'm already feeling obligated

This blog, I mean.

Obligated to write in it. To share my great wisdom with the world and the wonderful stories of my life. Right.

But today was a loooong day. I went to work, and later Whitney and I went to Wendy's (Whit got a child-size Frostee that was "the size of her pinkie" ... but seriously, folks, this thing was SO LITTLE. It was like a Frostee shot-glass) and then to Bec's concert (that's right, no "k") where I talked to the wonderful Taylor Quinn, who continues to fall in love with me. Haha.

And now I am waiting for Robbie Roberts to send me a text message. Oh this life.

I miss Eir.

my birthday

You might know that I hate my birthday. It makes me feel icky about the previous year as I look at it and think, "What have I really accomplished since the last one?" Good things: I met both Caroline and Alison, and I grew much closer to many people. ... Whom did I have a crush on at this time last year? Can anyone recall, because I don't know if I can! Hmmm. Was it really Secret Crush??? Oh my goodness.

I am a spaz.

Tricia is singing a children's song, and my head hurts. She is lovely, but the song is ... um ... not. Biz just said to me online, "if i hear the words, "old man moses" one more time/followed by something about a doctor" and then a horrid angry emoticon. I'm glad she feels as I do. Awwww. Roomies.

I feel I might have been a jerk lately. Sorry if I have been. Tomorrow I will go on, a 23-year-old weirdo who misses people and PHCA and wishes she could sleep for 3 to 4 months.

Oh great, here I go ...

So I'm getting my own blog. I am trying to fool myself into thinking that I will write amazing things on this site that others will want to read and find inspiring.

I love Jesus.

That's all I want to say for now. I'm overwhelmed.