Gefilte fish

You know those times where you just want to beat the living stank out of someone?

I've felt that way since I could remember.

Why did I even do this.

Matthew is in Peru, and the sad thing is: I will probably become used to not talking to him every night. I thought it would be hard or, at the very least inconvenient, because once you do something almost every night for a year and 2 months, it seems like nothing else can exist. So far it's been pretty good. No breakdowns or upsetting "I want to die, I miss your voice" moments....then again, I've never had any of those and didn't really expect to in the first place. G-d, I think I'm finally growing up in the relationship department. Aghhhhhh autonomy is taking over my brain!!!

^^^That is, on a scale of Mihalik to Gretsky, a GREAT ONE HIMSELF, THE ALMIGHTY, times worse than I originally thought it looked.

Baby, that's all I got!

It is a strange commodity, after having 7 boys and some odd girls at the house, to have a home almost empty. There aren't any feet carefully padding around to get drinks or sandwiches, nor is there a faint smell of sweaty sleeping bags and men's cologne....and there definitely isn't a Gabby creeping in Catherine's closet.

Because of these things I have a constant, overpowering urge to interject "PARTY!!" into my daily vocabulary or whenever there's a lull in conversation (as well as sermons, for that matter).

In a remarkable turn of events, I may have an apartment as well as a job lined up. I'm going sometime this week to "scope out the land" as my grandmother so astutely remarks in relation to seeking the Lord for upcoming residencies.

There are so many other things that I could say, but I am too full (in every single way) to even begin to do them justice. I should start writing more, but that's for another day. As it is, life is at a good point right now, and I look forward to it getting even better.

Billy and Matt like to sleep in my backseat:

We have a good shot

It's all come full circle.

I'm back in Marianna, the suicide capital of the world. At least that's what it feels like. It seems isolated, but at least Brenna and Cafrine are here to help keep sanity. Or add to it.

Panama City Beach tomorrow for the week. Hopefully I won't get nose leprosy from being in the sun so much. Lord knows I need to get my base burn before my dance class on the 24th, which is ironically when my Orientation is as well. Looking forward/scared of that day. But let's take it one step at a time.

I wish I had a sweet Stanley Cup finals beard. Effin' a.

I can feel your heart

John 13:27-
As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered him. Jesus said to him, "The thing that you will do....do it quickly."

Sluuuuuuuuuuuut.

Today and tonight re-asserted my newly found love for some of humanity....and then dumped it in the toilet for the rest of it. Not a lot can make you feel love like having best friends around you.

I have also realized, since becoming a hermit, that staying out after sunset almost seems irresponsible to me. [It's] Kind of sad that I consider getting home at 10 to be marginally late.


And I'm a flirt. Eff yes.



Also, two things I really want to get for my birthday as of this very moment:

It's pretty tacky, though.

I grew out of the whole "ooh, he's in a band, he's cute; I wanna talk to him" and the consequential bragging before I turned 17.

Pretty sure everyone else in the universe needs to follow suit.


I have 8 books and 11 Morning Star journals to read. :)