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Dreading the Coming of the Knowledge That I am Anticipating

As I sit here anxiously awaiting the phone call that will change my life, I don't want it to come. I want to sit here in comfortable little world where everything is familiar everything is roses and happiness. I want it to come because I want to know I need to know. I can't concentrate on anything I can't smile, I can't laugh. I pretend, but I fool no one, not even myself. I want to know but I don't know that I can stand to know. This is driving me crazy! Things like these should be done like pulling off a bandaid on a really hairy section of the body. I think perhaps I am going to cry.

Stay With Me

I don't want you to go. I want you to stay with me for always. I know this new step you are about to take will be the best thing for you, but still I hold on. You are my security, my closest friend. You open my eyes and help me to see past the fog covering my eyes and see the world as it really is. You always encourage me to question, to seek answers, and never to accept things blindly. Though you beat me up and annoy me constantly, I love you just the same. I don't want you to go. I want things to stay the same way they have always been. God will be with you to protect you so why should I worry? I know He will never leave you or me. I know that though you, my protector, are going away, I will always have someone stronger, more faithful with me always. So go if you must but never change and always be my big brother. Never forget God's faithfulness and His perfect plan. And when you are far far away think of me, call me, write me, and bring me lots of souvenirs! I know that this is what is best for you, but if you don't have to please don't go.

On This Blessed Valentines Day

For those readers who are like me (Valentine-less) I thought something amusing would be in order for an otherwise depressing day. So I'm going to tell you a tale of Valentine's Day far in the past to show the evils of this day and why everyone should celebrate St. Patrick's day instead.

Once upon a time there lived a dorky little seventh grade girl, Nellie. This girl was very happy in her dorky state every day of the year, except the dreaded Valentine's Day. She had wild and funky friends, a good family, and darling pussy cat, the one thing she lacked was a boy. Although she told herself over and over again that she really didn't care and boys were gross, deep down inside she wished more than anything that she could have a dorky little Jr. High romance. She had great dreams that she and her man would walk down the hall together and he would carry her books and then maybe they could go to a basketball game together and sneak a little hand hold (shocking). Finally Valentine's Day arrived. Little Nellie came to school that fateful day floating on a cloud. With all her heart she hoped that this would be the day that all her wildest dreams would come true. Homeroom came and went and Little Nellie's anticipation grew. You see the seniors had a fund raiser and they sold carnations and chocolate hearts and first hour was to be the time of delivery. All through the first ten minutes Little Nellie waited with baited breath. Then finally there was knock on the door and the seniors started pouring in carrying loads of flowers and chocolate. One by one the gifts were handed out until all had received at least one of the bounty, all that is except one. Little Nellie sat staring quietly at her hands willing herself not to cry. The seniors were leaving with all their treasures gone to their owners, when suddenly a hand thrust something onto Little Nellie's desk! Cupid's messenger was a rough male who growled "Here!", but to Little Nellie he was an angel of mercy! Little Nellie could not have been more blissfully happy! She had received a chocolate heart! But from whom? In her excitement Little Nellie had forgotten to read the accompanying card. To: Nellie, From: Anonymous. "Anonymous? Who one earth could that be??" Little Nellie thought to herself. Eventually Little Nellie gave up trying to figure out who "Anonymous" had been and was just happy that for the first time in her life she actually had a Valentine, sort of. The rest of the day Little Nellie was walking air! Little Nellie continued in her happy state until that fateful 8th hour Home Ec class. After telling her tale of joy to her dear friend Olivia, her world was crushed. Nellie had been expecting a response of glee, but the one she received reeling. Olivia explained to her dear friend that her brother had been at a certain boy in her class house and that boy had told Olivia's brother of a dastardly Valentine's Day plot that he had cooked up. He was going to send the dorkiest girl in his class an anoymous Valentine's Day gift for laughs and giggles as he watched her eyes light up and a smile spread across her face, because he would know that she would think that she was loved and he knew she wasn't. At that moment, Little Nellie wanted nothing more than to crawl in a little hole and stay there for the rest of her life. "How could someone be so cruel?" she asked herself over and over again. From that day forth Little Nellie promised herself that she would never again celebrate Valentine's Day. She lost her faith in mankind that day and it will take serious work before Little Nellie will trust a man again.

The moral of the story is Valentine's Day is depressing, celebrate St. Patrick's Day instead! Seriously, the worst thing that could happen to you is that you'll forget to wear green and get pinched! You'll never get your heart broken and smashed to bits on Patty's Day! Come on leprechaun are much more fun than cupids! Do cupids have pots of gold? NO! You get shot with arrows and that's painful!

Disclaimer: Any similarities to real people or past events is purely coincidental.

The Age of the Psychotic Blinds

I just spent the last five minutes of my life trying to get my psychotic blinds to come down. They are stubborn little devils and I have yet to succeed with them, but never fear my will is stronger than theirs and I will have my way! Believe it or not that sounded a lot better when I was actually yanking and pulling on those dumb blinds. I hate when you think of something incredibly witty and hilarious and then forget it or even worse think of after the fact. That's just depressing because you spend the rest of your life hoping that someone will give you the opportunity to display your clever whit. Friday I was asked by a rather shocked looking guy if I were engaged because I was wearing my purity ring on the all important left hand third finger. I will never forgive myself for not recognizing this golden opportunity! I still can't understand why I let it slip through my fingers! The next time someone so much as glances at my purity ring with a look of shock in their face I will be spinning them the story of a lifetime!! I thought of this doozy! Here's the senario. Elaine will be the person asking me if I'm engaged and I'll play me! (I really don't know why I'm so excited)

Elaine "Oh my goodness Allison are you engaged??!!!!"

Allison looks forlornly down at her finger baring that accursed ring, tears gather in her eyes, she takes several breathes gathering the courage to tell her tale.

"Well Elaine I was engaged, but I'm not anymore. I just *sob* couldn't bring myself to take the ring off. While I have it on there is still a little piece of him left in my life."

"Ahhhh. Allison I'm so sorry!! Do you need a hug? What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" says the silly sympathetic Elaine.

"Well, the short story is, he left me for another girl. I just kept the ring on because I just can't believe he's really gone and part of me keeps hoping that he'll come back." by now tears are flowing from Allison's large brown eyes.

"Oh Allison that's awful! How long ago was that?" the gullible Elaine queries.

"Thirteen Years." admits Allison with an evil grin, so often present on her conniving face.

Hehehehehe wouldn't that be fun?? And just for the record Caleb Bixby and I were engaged in the first grade and he did in fact leave me for another girl! But I really haven't been waiting for him to come back for thirteen years....last year I finally gave up. I really need to go to bed! Can you believe I was actually tearing up when I was writing that hokey piece of penny fiction?

Matthew 6:25-34

For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?
And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?
And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grasses of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnance, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith!
Do not worry then, saying, "What will we eat?" or "What will we wear for clothing?"
For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be added to you.

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

I am so bored

I'm so incredibly bored. I don't remember the last time I was this bored. I have nothing to do (well except study for that one test, but really) and there is no one here. I've already spring cleaned my room and did some homework, what else is there? TV...No don't really feel like watching TV. Read a book...No already did that to, don't want to do it again. Color in Disney Princess Coloring book...No don't feel like that either, expends too much energy. You see my dilemma?? Let me see here. So I went to Buca di Beppos in Indy last night for Valentines Day. That was exciting. I want to do that again. It took us almost two and half hours to get back because we got a little lost, ok a lot lost. hehehe I love road trips! Except the car sickness. hehe. I was sitting in the back of a big 'ol van and yeah I was definitely feeling a little queasy. The guy sitting beside me was completely freaking out and being the oh-so-evil person that I am, I overplayed the car sickness bit a little bit to freak him out more. But shhhh don't tell! Last night was pretty much amazing. I think it was the best time I've had with my friends here, wild, crazy, and fun!! I discovered someone who was obsessive compulsive. That was exciting. Obsessive Compulsive people make me laugh like nothing else. Yeah. The food was amazing too. I love Italian food. I'm just rambling on and on I'm sorry. I'm really bored and don't feel like thinking enough to organize this little ditty into something, well organized. Amanda and I had to do this little shoe switch thing like every 5-10 minutes because her shoes where pretty much impossible to walk in for very long, very cute, but acutely uncomfortable. I almost got ran over. This big 'ol SUV thing decided to barrel through the intersection while their were still pedestrians crossing, me being one of them. Yeah. I was so mad, pretty much I stood there daring the dude to hit me (he didn't by the way, I decided that playing chicken with a speeding SUV would be a bad thing to do as a pedestrian). I think he was a little bit tipsy if you know what I mean because he was like weaving around, it was weird. The car ride was so much fun! I'm actually delighted that we got lost!! I think that I scared so people though. Pretty much I let everyone see my nutty, insane side. I don't normally do that unless I know people fairly well because it scares people away. Eh, we'll see what happens. I'm going to go back to studying for my General Statistics test.......shoot me now!

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