Welcome to existence...

I survived the funeral.  I say that as if I had another option, other than surviving.  What else was I going to do?  Die?  Not go?  Whine and drag my feet?  That’s dumb.  Of course I survived the funeral.  It was sad, and basically horrible, but it was also good and I hugged a lot of old friends and there was just a lot of love there.  I am thankful that the family of the little boy who passed away is leaning on the only real hope there is, Christ and the hope he offers us, that we’re living for a purpose and He holds us together.
After the funeral I went thrifting and bought some jeans.  Thrifting is seriously one of the best things ever.  I wish I had taken a picture of the incredible purple vintage dress I found, but I didn’t even think of it, nor did I buy the dress, although I think I maybe should have because it was awesome.  Purple with flowers and lots of bunchy puff-sleeved ’80s awesomeness.  I went to Gong Fu tea after I had my little bout of retail therapy, drank some kind of life-changing tea that was insanely, miraculously delicious called Cloud Nine, and then walked around the East Village for a while to kill time because I put too much change in the parking meter, and when laundry is $1.25 to wash and another $1.25 to dry, quarters are absolutely not to be wasted.  Then I came home and watched Dr. Phil while I folded my laundry.  This is how I have managed to survive today, thus far.  I’m going to continue to survive by going to the store to get a screwdriver so that I can put my blinky butt safety light on my bicycle, and to get something yummy to take to a grill out tonight with a group of people known as the Supermodels, and then I’ll go to said grill out and I will eat massive quantities of meat and I will laugh a lot and possibly cry.  I rarely cry, so if that happens it will be a big deal.
If you read this whole thing, I love you.


Am I gonna be alright? because it doesn't feel that way, no, not today...

This past week has been weird.

I wish I could explain to people how terrifying it is to know that you should have an emotional reaction to something, and to then have not have one.  Or to have one that you are completely unable to understand or identify or express.

On Monday I have to go to a funeral for a 7-year-old little boy.  The world is a really effed up place when you have to go to a funeral for a child.


The very thing that I hate more than everything is the way I'm powerless to dictate my own moods...

Art is right, my blog needs an update.

Laura stayed for a grand total of almost THREE WEEKS!  It was a fun time, but her hubby needed her and so now I'm all alone again, with my kitty and my fishy.  It's not so bad.

I have 7 holes in my ears right now.  Yeah.  Getting crazy.

My mind has been especially insane lately.  My brain is literally just goinggoinggoinggoing all the time, and I get tired of that.  It goes psycho sometimes more than usual.

I wish I was better at writing songs about God and my faith.  I feel like my songs about God start to sound so stupid, like every other worship song, and it makes me kind of mad so then I throw them away.  I don't like worship music a lot of the time because it all sounds the same.  The lyrics are the same, the music is the same, the sentiment is the same.  I appreciate the music at DTC because they play a lot of really cool, unique songs for worship that speak a lot of truth and go a little deeper.  But as far as writing about God, it's somehow a lot more difficult for me than writing about other stuff.  So anyway.  Random topic there but I was thinking about it.

Galatians is really good.  I finished it this week.  You should go read it and learn lots.

It's really late and I'm not very good at thinking of new information about me.  Sorry about that.

My taxes are filed.  Yay!

Frosted animal crackers are straight from heaven.

Today I went out with Elle.  We got coffee.  Then, we went to her grandparents house and hung out with Dave.  Then we all three went to the mall, and shopshopshopped, and then Elle and I got Uncle Wendell's Barbecue which is so delicious, and then I went to church.  It was a good day.  And tomorrow will be good too, because I am going to fill it up with lovely people.

I have to wake up in 5 hours to get coffee with Chrissy.  I don't like having to wake up so soon.  I looooove coffee with Chrissy though, so it's totally worth it.

In two weeks I get a new phone, and I am soooo excited.

The end.