Today began as any day, except that today I am home and yesterday I was at school. It is a strange thing to live at home all of one's life and then all of a sudden live somewhere else. The adjustment in itself wasn't too weird...just took a little getting used to. But the coming home is a little strange, after being gone. Anyway, I went for a walk with mi madre, then did yoga, which I definitely needed. Stretching out my muscles helped me to loosen up...something I've been needing for more than a week. We had some mango, layed in the sun, and went to the store where I got a backpack, two dresses, a few pairs of shoes, and a sweatshirt.
I was planning on getting a lot of schoolwork done this weekend and I have done absolutely nothing. I'm not sure what it is about being home that makes me not want to do homework, but this is the way it is.
Tonight I feel so restless. Dad is at the fire station and Mom went to bed so it is just me and, well, me. :) I probably be should be working on my essay that is supposed to be due at midnight but I've decided to skip it. So now I'm just twiddling my thumbs. Soon I will go to bed because tomorrow is church.
I love college. For a little while I wasn't sure - things started getting repetitive and it just didn't seem that exciting. Now, however, I feel like I've met a few people that are going to be very good friends. I'm thankful that I met them because it's not often that you meet such good people, and all at once.
One thing to look forward to...the Time Traveler's Wife movie is coming out in December! Blake told me about it and I had no idea that there was a movie coming out. It ranks very high in my list of favorite books, this is for sure.
Right now I am reading Twilight. It is not what I was expecting - it is the stereotypical teenage girl's romance novel all the way, and the writing style is extremely amateur. Despite all this, I find myself wanting to continue reading. I suppose I really am a teenage girl.
Cheryl is having a Halloween party on November 1st. I think I will be Pocahontas, since we've decided the theme is Disney characters. I always liked Indian outfits. And I love Pocahontas. So it's pretty much meant to be.
This is my first blog spot post. I never knew it existed until Blake showed me his. It seems pretty cool...better than xanga. And there are probably more people here. But I guess it is hard to tell and doesn't really matter. It keeps auto-saving, which I suppose is pretty nifty.
It is only 10:46 but feels later. I slept 10 hours last night and another hour or more in the sun. Maybe I just needed to catch up on sleep. I also had a little wine last night, which helped to put me to sleep. I really need to finish reading my stuff from last week, because this week there will be more reading, and I don't want to get behind! ughh.....
Things are happy right now. First off, God seems to be answering all my prayers. That is, if things are what I think they are. It's funny the way life is. I don't want to be more specific because I am paranoid. haha
I used to have a prayer box. Whenever I had a request I would write it on a little piece of paper with the date, and fold it up and stick it in the box. Then every once in a while I'd open the box and see if any of the prayers were answered. Sometimes they were, and usually I'd forgotten that I'd even asked for things. Some of the papers are still relevent and still need to be answered. But it is nice to know that God is listening, even when sometimes it seems that he isn't.
I was talking to Cheryl about if she thinks there is one person meant for her. She said no, that she has never believed in soul-mates and that she thinks that any relationship can work if both parties put out the effort. I agree with this to an extent, and even somewhat wish that I didn't believe that there is one person for me. Not thinking so is so much simpler...it seems that it would be easier to find just someone I love, than to find the someone I love. But I have always had faith in this idea and still do. So, yes, I wait for that person. Sometimes it is hard. Especially because it often seems like all guys turn out be jerks. And what if this guy doesn't really exist and I've just been waiting around for someone that is never going to show up? These are things that I think about but they are just little things popping around my head that don't have any real weight. What I do know is that God always seems to watch out for me. And I have done a pretty good job with my life so far, so I think I deserve to have a little something of a reward in return, that's all. I hate it when people talk and say that they are nothing and they are trash and they don't deserve God and blablabla. Yes, I agree that we are all sinners, etc., but at the same time I have tried to be good and have never done anything too out of line and I do think that I deserve a reward sometime soon. Even though I also am of the opinion that almost my whole life has been a reward. Yes, I have been severely lacking on the boy front, but I am still young and have so much time for this. I have been blessed my entire life with good food, nice homes, and the most wonderful, loving, and caring family a girl could ask for. So, yes, I am happy.
I am sleepy. I don't know if anyone will be reading this...
goodnight. :)
