My English professor told me, in a matter of words, that I looked rather not-so-acceptable in my sweats and hoodie. Yes, you are completely correct, professor! I wonder if you know I look like this because a.) it's the week before finals and b.) midnight and I had a heart to heart just a couple hours ago because I stayed up past.my.bedtime to work on YOUR paper. Oh, the irony. I'm going to start campaigning for finals week feminism: "Hott Mess In Sweats"

- I tried new things. Such as, auditioning for the play "Steel Magnolias" What?! Yes, this is real life. My favorite character in the play is the high maintenance one. Go figure. Who says I'd have to act.

- my friend summed me up in two words: Gullible and Dramatic. YES. And I love it. Seriously.

- i learn the Footloose line dance to the song "fake id" instead of doing any oft homework. Hello, failure. Goodbye , graduation.

- after living in this house for quite some time, we realize we have an attic! YES. So cool but not anything real special.

- trying to find gluten free stuff is borderline beyond difficult. I cannot do salad. I'm a meat and potatoes kind of girl with a side of Freddy's unhealthy burger and fries.

- I relieved my childhood days that never happened and made an awesome gingerbread house with minions. Life is complete.

- I notice the small things again. Like walking forward with my eyes focused on the sky and the stars. Where I really wee people, not just viewing them with someone else in the forefront of my mind. This, I know, is the grace off the Lord.

- I cannot seem, for the life of me, to stinking find an internship. The Lord is gonna need to stork this one in on my doorstep because I don't even know what I should look for. Good thing he is Jehovah Jireh- and I am not. I just gotta trust.

The thing about large Oceanwaters from Sonic is that they taste like humility, restoration, and forgiveness. And hopefully new friendships.

The thing about poems is that they are meant to be heard, meant to be felt, meant to be moved.

The thing about roommate's fiancés is that they are talented in film- therefore, this famous stuff comes as a package deal. Hollywooooood here we come!

The thing about home is that you never want to hear the word cancer. You never want to see those you love to suffer. And the worst part is that you feel distant and you beg God that when your own parents are at that place, someone will be beside you to hold you up, hold you tight.

And the thing about crying in the shower is that no one can hear you. And your tears can slide down with the water from the faucet, something inside yourself finally agrees with something outside of yourself.

Sacrifice and Suffering.
And here I am, not doing either.
I'm the worlds most selfish human being.