"A drink of hope comes from Love."
I love this qoute.
The truth in it sparkles like diamonds
in a world with too much gravel.
Dad and I love you soooo much!
friendship is where the heart is
Hi!!!!
Rebekah and I are having our own quiet little party here at 1:34am. ( I'm online, she's watching a Seinfeld DVD. ) Everyone else, including Joel, Sarah, and their kiddos, konked. Looking forward to your first post from Nanny's.
Hola!
So I know that it's been a very long while since I've written anything on here, I had considered shutting it down, but what the hey, I've gone on this long.
Wanna know what's happening in my life? Well, I'll tell you. This semester at school has been one big bag of frustrations and bad feelings. I hate school and I will be so glad to be done with it. I am so tired of it. My friends all tease me because they say I "BS" my way through school and life- i.e. I don't take anything too seriously, don't stress over my homework, etc. Basically, yeah, it's true I don't get stressed out much, or spend any more than the necessary amount of time on my homework, but you know what, I'll get the same degree they do, and I get almost the same grades. I just recently took that type A or B personality test, and not surprisingly I am a type B. My friends all took it too, and suprise surprise- every single one is a type A. This is my freakin fourth year of college, and I have one more to go before I graduate with a bachelor's, and so no wonder I am not stressed.... I can't be, because I am burned out. I am frustrated with my life because right now it sees so damned planned out, and that is a scary thing.
There is one redeeming quality this semester, I started up harp lessons again. Thank God for the wooden stringed savior that sits in my living room.