Thursday, December 11, 2008

Twists And Turns Of A Teenager's Life.

So, I think i might be getting an old friend back. I can only hope and pray. I had the best of times with her...She was there for me, for alot. I could tell her, pretty much anything. We had our own little group of band buddies. Oh, how i miss that.
Maybe God's trying to prove to me, that even if people do wander in and out of your life, He ALWAYS has a plan for you, and to trust in him, even if you can't see it quite clearly yet.

Finals.
Oh boy...Finals.
I have 7 to take, yay for me being an overachiever.
Insane, it is. I'm sort of stressing out about it.

I went to CIRT tonight, and as soon as I pulled out Colonel and started brushing, the stress just washed away. Which was good, I felt like I was going to pull my hair out, strand by strand otherwise.

This weekend, I have to sing and serve at Madigold dinners, I picked to do both nights.


Quotes:

It’s either the bravest thing I have
ever done or the most idiotic. I suddenly
realize how hard it is to tell the difference.


The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear are still inside my head.
The kindest words I’ll ever know are waiting to be said.
The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see.
And the dearest love in all the world is waiting
somewhere for me.
--Cinderella


Worrying is a waste of time, it doesn’t
change anything. It just messes with you
mind and steals your happiness.

Sometimes you need to step outside,

get some air, and remind yourself of who

you are and where you want to be.

The sun sinks beneath the horizon, and her happiness disappears. Her sun is filling another world with light, bringing life. And she’ll suffocate under darkness, looking for the stars that seem to be hidden so well. Yet even in the darkest, deepest moment in the night, she knows the sun will rise again. {[FAVORITE}}

Admit it. We flirt with each other. We have so much fun with each other. We laugh with each other and we even try to be with each other. And I believe we secretly love each other. But how come when I think of you and wonder if you’re thinking of me, it feels like you aren’t.

I want to say I deserve better & mean it. I want to say I give up & believe it. I want to say I`m moving on & do it.

There's a good reason why I'm keeping my distance.



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