Today.

Talked to Chris on line last night for literally two hours. It was crazy. And I told him the C. Story, which was interesting.

Just think - in three weeks, I will have a majority of my earthly posessions in duffel bags and suitcases, waiting to go to the airport so I can go to OBU. And oh, man, I'm excited. I wasn't really, until I talked to Cody the other day. And now I am.

I think people are intersting. How they react to certain things, why they do the things they do, all of that. It makes you wonder what they're thinking when they do something. But really, you'll never know. And really, it kind of sucks that you may never know what someone is thinking, but I guess I don't want people to always know what I'm thinking.

My foot fell asleep.

Blowing Things Up.

Titus is moving to Oregon on Friday. So tonight everyone laid hands on him and prayed for him. And I can't believe that in three weeks, it will be me up there that everyone is praying for. And I'm totally going to cry. But Jack and Peg said they were seriously going to visit me at OBU, which will be fun, and I'm hoping that if Brad comes home around Thanksgiving, he'll come to my school so I can see him.

Friday night rocked. Sunday School sleepover. Scavanger hunt. Girls won. Wiffle Ball for 3+ hours. Girls vs. Boys. Girls won. We were on fire. Sardines. I hid in a chair with Juanita and it took about 20 minutes for someone to find me. Maria and I jammed out the next day. I played like crap, as Tyler would say... "MELISSA!" and I laughed a lot.

Saturday night was awesome, too. Hannah and I painted the town red. It was just FUN being with her. We laid on the grass and just talked about stuff. Nothing important, but it was all important. You know? We had a V-Ho picnic which was really really nice. Because really, the only time Hannah and I hang out together is at Curves. So this was fun. We walked to Fred Meyers and got dessert, and ate at a "French cafe" in Palmer.

And no work tomorrow. I'm sleeping in, baby! Azzy gets to work by herself. I don't think Terrie is very happy with me, but really, I'm okay with that. I didn't even want to work this month. Though it's good I am. My lap top cost over $1700. I told her at the beginning that I had other stuff going on, so hopefully she's okay.

Ha - Alaska's gonna blow up when me and Cody leave for school.

College Bound.

I leave for college in 26 days.

I'm leaving everything I know behind, and moving into the wide, open, and sometimes scary world. I have no idea who I will meet, what my roommate is like, what church I'll go to, or really, how I'll pay for it.

But Hannah just reminded me of something: Jesus will be there.

And if He's for me, who can be against me?

Talking.

I Love talking in front of people. I love it. I love it. I love it.

For example, tonight we spoke about the mission trip. And watched a slide show with our pictures. And it was so much fun.

I talked about beauty.




I miss Hawaii.

What I'll Say About The Mission Trip.

This is actually part of an e-mail I sent to my friend, Brittany. But it's good.

Hawaii was AMAZING. It was indescriable. And I'm not even just saying that. I don't know if you'll understand this, but it's like, I loved just being with God in this beautiful place. And everywhere I looked - at the beaches, the water, the cows, the people, the guavas, everything -they had "GOD MADE ME" written all over them, and His beauty was everywhere. And God's been teaching me that there's beauty everywhere...even in me. Even on the days when I'm PMSing and everything (you know how THAT is). And I mean, I knew, but I guess I didn't realize that beauty goes deeper than skin. And nothing is more beautiful than the feet of those who serve the Lord. And how cool is that?

I think that's what God has been teaching me: all about beauty. A lot of times, I doubt I have any of it. But then, God assures me: I'm a little more than useless, and when I think that I can't do it, He promises me that I'll get through it and do something right, do something right for once.

So I'm going to bed now. And I'll sleep well, and wake up tomorrow ready for another day. I hope. Perhaps I'll sleep with my fingers crossed, just in case...

BTW, WE NEED CHILL.

Sequel Is A Funny Word.

I saw Pirates 2, the sequel to Pirates 1, with my parents last night and was pleasantly surprised. As a sequel, I thought it was very very good. It could easily have stood by itself as a movie, as opposed to a sequel. Which is good, as far as sequels go. I wonder how many times I can use the word sequel in this entry.

As a sequel (hahaha) to that paragraph, work has been fun lately. Azzy and I have been talking a bit - about the lights in the hallway, Gilmore Girls, people getting hurt on the job, names, and, yes, movie sequels. She, too, liked the Pirates Sequel.

And my guitar playing is coming along nicely (there was no way to use the word sequel in that). It's really fun to play it, especially when the song continues, in a sequel, if you will, on the next page, and you have to flip pages real quick.

Sequel is a funny word. Did I even spell sequel right? I hope I spelled sequel right. It'd be embarrasing if I did spell sequel wrong, seeing as it's in every sentance.

I Don't Know What To Call This, But It's What I'm Thinking.

You know how sometimes you experience something super awesome, beyond belief even, that if you stop to write about it, it just takes away from the experience? Like, if you share it with someone, if becomes less real? So you just want to treasure it in your heart forever, but you know that if you don't write it down, you'll forget it...the little bits and pieces of it that made it so awesome. And you know that pictures do NOT do anything justice, and the recanting of the stories is never as good as living the stories in the first place, and you can't help but wish that someone could follow you around with a video camera and a key to access your mind. But no one does that, and the memories fade, and life goes on.

That's how it is with me and this mission trip.

July 3rd was the best day of my life.