banquet.

happy:)

do overs

im sorry i wasnt a better friend to you. i ignored you when you stepped into my geometry class last year. not even a friendly 'hi.' the first thing i thought was, 'wow she's wearing too much make-up. this is high school not a beauty pagent.' i shouldn't have judged, i didn't know anything about you. you sat alone at the lunch table-i sat at a table full of people. i could've given up one day...but i didn't. as the year went on, you got involved with the wrong crowd, i saw it coming. i should've done something. but i didn't. i stood back with everyone else and watched you get steered off the right road. we all make bad decisions, i do everyday. you made a bad one that got you punished far worse than i've ever been punished yet my sins of ignoring you, judging you, and not warning you are the same as your sin. but i didn't get sent away. i'm sorry. it isn't right. i wish we could go back to the first day you came-but life's life with no do overs. i think of you and pray for you often. i hope you can forgive me and that i can see you again soon.

sometimes i feel like im walking down the halls naked.

this may sound weird, but its true. sometimes when i walk from class to class i think to myself, 'did i forget to put on pants today??' thank goodness that hasnt happend..yet. my school is so small that everyone knows everyone or at least of everyone. that can be a good thing at times but a bad thing too. i get some pretty weird looks sometimes, i dont know whats going on in peoples minds when they look at me but i honestly don't care. i'm going to be myself no matter what people think. and maybe one of these days i will forget my pants....it's those little smiles that keep ya going when the school years dragging on:)

coffee.

i absolutely love coffee. im addicted to it. none of the fluffy and creaming stuff-plain black coffee. i love the smell it, the taste of it, everying. anyway this week in bible class we gave presentations and one of my friends gave hers on coffee. i'm stealing this analogy from her so dont give me the credit! a lot of people don't like coffee because of its bitterness but after awhile that same bitterness is something we crave. something we want everyday and if we dont get our coffee then there's something missing. we become addicted to it. that's just like sin. at first we don't want to sin, we may even laugh at the others that are sinning yet once we take that second and third sip of the sin it starts to taste good. and slowly we crave the sin-just like coffee. but then there are those that put all the fancy creamers into their coffee. what does the creamer do? it takes away the bitterness leaving a sweet and satisfying taste. the creamer represents god, he comes into our lives overpowering the sin. the bitterness. the addictions. he gives us a new flavor. like i said before i didn't come up with this, (alexis did) i just thought it was cool. alright well im gonna go make some coffee....

the little old lady in borders

our borders is closing and so i decided to go walk around (which is pointless to do if you don't know what you want..but that's besides the point) anyway while i was aimlessly searching the picked over shelves i decided to check out the bathroom (i always look at the bathrooms wherever i go...yes i know-curiosity killed the cat) as soon as i walked in i was welcomed by a little old lady sitting in a chair in the corner. my first thought was 'why the heck is there a lady in here and why is she saying hi to me?' my second thought was 'maybe she's just waiting for somebody.' but as soon as i saw that all the stalls were empty i resorted to 'she must just be a crazy old lady.' while as i was fixing my hair in the mirror this lady continued to carry on a conversation with me and then quickly finished my hair and left the bathroom. i couldn't stop thinking about her as i finished walking around the store. i didn't see her again but as i was walking out to my car, i saw a bike that had a backpack hanging on it. i then realized that the 'crazy old lady' was homeless. my heart dropped and i felt so bad for being rude and short with her. i couldve been the only jesus she will ever see yet i didn't give her the time of day. i prayed for her all the way home.

a week worth of fun. i really love my friends.

colors.

i've took private art lessons for five years so i think it's safe to say i'm an artist. no i don't paint everyday-in fact i havn't painted in awhile, but as an artist i tend to see things from a different point of view. i tend to notice things others don't as well as fantasize about things being different than how they are. i see art in more than just paintings or sketches, i see art in the way chemicals combine in chemistry, the way words flow so smoothly in a love letter, and the way my cat licks himself every night before he goes to bed. there's an art to everything. i came across this quote last night and wanted to post it, i thought it was very thought provoking. it reminds me that there is art everywhere we look. it's from The Book Thief:

'People observe the colors of the day only at its beginning and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitue of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single houre cna consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.'