My Three Night Owls.

My friends are a blessing.

I had a bad night. I posted a pretty emo status after midnight, not really expecting anyone to respond, considering what time it was. But I was wrong. I got a response—actually THREE! Three of my friends were there for me.

I wanted a hug and a shoulder to cry on, which are totally impossible considering no one even lives near me, but I definitely received words of comfort and encouragement. (See, technology CAN be a good thing! :) Yay for texting and facebook chat!) Totally made up for the lack of hugs and shoulders. Haha. It was great! They even stayed up to make sure I was okay. They let me talk it out for over an hour! Basically, I love my friends.

Thanks guys! You know who you are! :)

God, thanks for sending me my three night owls :)

Extravagant Beauty.

Old English has this extravagant beauty to it.

I wish I was born in a time where Old English was the only English—back in the day when hymns were written, where people poured out their hearts to the Lord in gorgeous rhymes of love.

Thankfully, there are still books. Ones filled with this beautiful language. My new favorite book is George MacDonald's Diary of an Old Soul. It just brings a smile to my face every time I read it. I feel like a sponge, absorbing its every word.

Soak this up:

Not now for any cause to Thee I cry,

But this, that Thou art Thou, and here am I.

Distractions.

I wordled my blog today just for fun...and I was surprised at the big words. Haha. My life is definitely interesting right now.

But after looking back at old blogs, I realized that Satan is throwing the exact same thing at me that he threw last year before I went to England. I will not let this distraction overtake me! I will prevail! I know God will deliver me; He always does!

Psalm 34:19

Realist.

Milk bottles are very durable. Jen, Janette, and I learned that yesterday. They make for an excellent way to relieve frustration - just bang them on a table! Waaaaay better than squeezing a stress ball and way better than breaking pencils.

I had a great day with Jen and Janette yesterday. It's kinda cool to catch up with the high school besties. They know the new me, yet they also know the old me. We had a little talk about that, how we all feel like we have changed since high school. The weird thing is, a lot of people like the change, whereas I feel like I have changed for the worse. I kinda miss the old me. The old me was known to be super optimistic all the time and always happy. Where have those days gone?!

I clearly remember taking the strengths quest freshman year of college. My top strength was positivity. A couple people who don't know the old me actually laughed at that. How sad! Has my optimism gone? Or am I just growing up and getting a grasp on reality? I guess I am a realist now...

Here's a line from Jen's play that is VERY applicable:

A pessimist sees the glass as half empty. An optimist sees the glass as half full. Now, the realist says, "Why did you use such a big glass?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Folk Fast.

I haven't listened to one second of folk music for the past week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. Not even one second out of those six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds. And my do I miss it! I can't even decide if this folk fast is even helping me with anything.

Oh how I miss you, Dave Barnes! Til we meet again!

Lost Souls.

Look at the twitter trending topics...

What is this world coming to?! Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson both die on the same day?! WOW. Jesus, please touch the hearts of the lost!

My friend Josh said it best, "God has been making death so real to me lately, it's comforting to know we are secure. Pray that people will wake up."

Crazy Like Van Gogh.

I have come to a strange realization the past couple days. I do not cry about my own emotional rollercoasters. Yes, I am a sucker for a good movie and I will baaaaallllllll my eyes out. And yes, I do cry when I am extreeeeemely stressed. But when it comes to anything dealing with my own emotions, I am a brick wall. This is semi-problematic, seeing as I need some way to "let it out." Since I do not cry, I end up with major anger release issues. I end up going crazy! Crazy like Van Gogh! Good thing I have friends who make sure I don't do any damage. lol. You know who you are...Thanks!

Someone analyze me!