Can I have your number? Mad Tv

haha, this video reminds me of the last couple of months, where this happens to me constantly...

Crazy dream, that i'm half embarrassed about, half amazed.

I had the most craziest dream last night. I woke up this morning at 5:30, from my dream, and couldn't fall back asleep till 6:30. Then, I had to wake up a hour later...So, I thought I should tell you about it, since it is completely wild.

Okay, well it started off with me making arrangements. I had a chunk of change that I got from my Aunt when she died, and currently am still trying to figure out where I should tithe it. But, I guess in my dream I decided that I wanted everyone at the prayer furnace to have extremely "fancy smancy" nice wine for communion, for only one service, (because that is all I could afford really) and in my dream, the prayer furnace was tons bigger then it really is...more like a opera hall or something, there was seats up high, that was on a slant, like a movie theatre. I don't really know how to describe it. Well, anyhow, I had arranged so people could get about half a glass of wine each, so they could drink only during communion.

Okay, so well it's fast forward a few days, and I walked into the prayer room, and noticed that Kristen Rodriguez was leading worship on the piano, her husband was was one of the singers, and so was her younger son. (Except he was like 6 in the dream) and so I sat down, I noticed everyone was holding big glass wine glasses in their hand, with gold engravings on the wine glass. Someone brought me a wine glass, and I noticed how full it was. So I started sipping it, and looked around, everyone was smiling and saying how amazing the wine was....So here is everyone, sitting down drinking their wine, out of their ginormous beautiful wine glasses, during this really great worship.

Okay, I don't know why I was sooo miffed about everyone having so much wine, but I really was angry in my heart. I kept on trying to figure out how only that small amount of money was able to pay for such rich, expensive wine, for so many people.

Okay, so after the worship, all of the sudden, (sorry guys, you're in this one) David screams on the top of his lungs, and runs down the aisle, (it was sloped, so he got some speed) and he ran down to the alter, and he fell flat on his face, then, he was followed by Johnnie, who did the same thing, then followed by Josh H...
Then all of the sudden, there was at least 3/4 of the church ALL ran, and followed them down the aisle, screaming, and fell flat on their faces on the floor of the alter.
Okay, so it wasn't like bad screaming. It was more like happy screaming? Everyone was smiling when they did that. It was more of a "freedom" song, you know? By Jason Upton?
Okay, fine whatever...

Soooo, that was my dream. :) I bet it has to have some sort of meaning.

"Missionary Kid" Woes, lol

So,

I was at the friendship center yesterday morning.

(I'm never there mornings, at least not usually.) We had to set up for the first ladies luncheon, so here we are getting couches/chairs from the back room, setting up for two hours for this thing. We were expecting over 40 people, so it was sorta tense at the friendship center, and even more tense for my Mom, who is the event's coordinator.

I unlocked the friendship center, got in to the trashed friendship center, where everything we set up the day before, was taken away. My Mom instantly threw a fit, (she is a stresser) I calmed her down (I hate when people freak out) and we started working.

Well, someone had this great idea that we should play bingo, and directed me to go online, and print out 40 bingo cards, and a call out sheet, so I google it, find it, start printing.

Then I find out, that I'm supposed to cut all these, perfectly. Sooo, I drag out the big office paper cutter, i'm sitting there, and people are just sitting there around me, having a nice easy conversation, when my Mom comes, saying "You know how those Mom's in the turn of the century would have lots of kids to raise up their farm? Well I had kids to run up the office..." Everyone laughed. Well, two hours later, I'm finished, with a big stack of beautiful bingo cards (if I say so myself) So, then I start greeting people, and we all sit down, pray, and start the chow-down.

After we eat, people talked for another hour, different parts of the table, people from the same country, or who can speak the same language. So I sat there as usual, kind of in the middle, of the Arabic and Hindi speaking table.

I have been learning Hindi since I was in 4th grade. And, evidently, I am not good whatsoever learning languages. (You would be surprised how much you can understand by just knowing simple words like: Milk, Water, You, How, Clothing, No problem, Leaving, Names, etc. etc.) Lol, but I'm still only getting half of the gist, which is a definite pickles to the highest moment, especially when people know that you have been learning it for that long.

Well, I'm completely absorbed, listening intently to the Hindi conversation, when all the sudden I look over the the Arabic speakers, and I realize they're completely staring at me, laughing.

I'm not one of those over-sensitive people guys. I don't usually think that much of it. But, you know what? They were totally staring at me. And it wasn't cool. Especially since I don't understand them, whatsoever.

So, I look at them, and they go on to say that they think my scarf is "interesting" and "not that flattering."

The probably didn't mean it that way, well, I know they didn't mean it like that.. But this is why I have a problem with honesty. Honesty hurts... lol

SO I go on through the day, and finally 4:30 comes around. Homework Center. I was helping Hajira, and Fatima, and one of the moody students was helping Ahmed, we were all at the same table.

So, I start with Fatima, who has to draw this random picture in a Roald Dahl book. She can't do it and Ahmed tells Fatima she is ugly.

"Be quiet Ahmed, please sit down and keep to yourself and do your homework." I tell Ahmed.
"Let your face be quiet Evie." He said.

I ignore him, (as usual) and keep on helping Fatima. Of course, the moody student doesn't do anything, and I was hoping that he would say something to Ahmed, to shut him up. Ahmed goes on.

"Hajira has a mustache!!!!" He shouted.

Okay the whole room echo's, and so for this 9 year old, it's just a little bit traumatic. Everyone turned around, and looked at Hajira. The moody student looked at me. Like he wasn't sure what to do. I didn't say anything, hoping that he would tell Ahmed to shut up and concentrate on his homework.

Nothing.

"Ahmed, tell Hajira you are sorry." I told him, sighing. Hajira looked like she was going to cry.

he mumbled a apology.

Meh.

Well. That was the first 20 minutes of homework center.

After homework center, I walked out. Shami came up to me asking if I could help her with her new itouch.

So, the next hour, is me helping her through her hard times with a itouch. Do you know how wrong it is to get a itouch for your first ever mp3 player for a 45-50 years old who barely knows english?

Blech.

2 hours later, we started getting ready to get home. We got home at 9:00 at night. And, we didn't even use the bingo cards. :(

I don't mind being a missionary kid whatsoever. I'm not saying that I hate it, but I hate the absolute crap that we have to go through, which nobody ever notices.

Okay. The evie rant is over.

Friends

Lately, I feel I am completely losing track of my friends. I can't seem to juggle all of my friends at once, and then on top of that with my secretary job, and school, and now I think lots of my friends are kind of pissed off at me, because I'm not "listening" to them/hanging out with them, like usual. The other day Margie called me and told me problems she was having with one of her friends down there in Texas, and how this friend is kinda always really pissed that Margie never calls her, or sometimes Margie is just way too busy to even hang out with her. And so then, the friend feels like they shouldn't be friends anymore.

Almost like the crazy boyfriend/girlfriend stalker effect.

So, Marg went on to tell me that she was really happy that I never act like that, and that I'm pretty much cool with whatever. Which, almost makes me feel bad, because I feel like I'm not doin' my job... haha, not like that. I just feel like I don't usually care, is because I'm really busy with other stuff, and I never really notice when she doesn't call me, or we don't talk for a whole week straight.

I have been best friends with Margie since I was 8 years old, then she moved to Texas when I was 10/11. And I have still been able to keep in touch with her all this time. We talk on a average of 3 hours a day, (and don't worry, we have mobile-mobile, so it's all free :D) and we're still each others best friends.
I don't know how it works, but it does, so its great. Except, we do have a sort of big fighting problemo....It's not that bad when I'm in Texas, (it's because we have more freedom when I'm there, haha) But it's absolutely terrible when we are both in Chicago... so for Texas I will go.

Also, one more thing.
(here is another Margie story again) I was telling her how I was sort of embarrassed about my hiper self. I turned into one of those girls. You know the ones, the ones who are hiper about God?

"Omg! Jesus has worked so much in my life! GOD IS GOOD!!! WHOO!!"

I'm totally for Jesus. I just am not like that. I am not the type of person who does that at all... (which probably isn't necessarily a good thing. lol)

I was telling her how on Sunday that I turned into that, after church, when I did a set with Paula.... and how I was completely creeped out by that.

"You know that is a good thing Evie, right?" She said chuckling.

Why does it make me almost scared when I turn into "one of those girls"? So, here I am, thinking all about this, and I have figured it out.
I have been really hurt by girls like that. They act like good christian girls in front of other people, but then turn around, and pretty much, act like they are way too good for me.
Therefore, "acting" Godly, but then completely two faced. Or, two timing God. Or, two timing people.
Maybe I should act like that, but I refuse to two time people, and God. You really got to take care of both... isn't it love your neighbor as yourself?

Well, obviously love God more then yourself, or your neighbor, but I think you get the point.
Just the annoyances of Evie... haha

Cutting my own hair = Releasement

Well,
I know, I just posted a new post, But I just also wanted to mention my wondrous moment in time where I cut my own hair. I have always been just a little bit too freaked out to be able to do it myself.

But I did it! I was sick (fine, ginormously JEALOUS) of hearing people talking on how they cut their own hair.
So I did it, and it felt amazing, Maybe I cut it a little bit shorter then I usually like it, and now it doesn't look right straightened, but I like it :)

So! Yay. That's it :)

And I thought I was convinced...

Well. This is going to be incredibly random.
I was completely absolutely convinced that I hated blogging. I always thought maybe because it was attached to journaling,(I really don't like journaling at all) I mean, I really like the idea of journaling, but I get way to sick of it. Blogging, is just, way easier. It seems like writing takes a long time. But, I can type up to 78 wpm,.. so its like a revelation... haha.
Also, I'm amazed at the times I have been viewed on my page, (17 times, shut up) in the last three days that I created this thing. (doesn't help that I advertised it all over facebook on my status, haha)

Well, anyhoo, I was talking to Margie on the phone, and as usual we were talking all about our dreams, and I realized something, I ALWAYS have the same people in the background of my dreams. Its not like they are the main focus of it, but they are in the background, just looking/watching me. And it's people that I don't even really think about during the day, I'm just friends with them...and I think it's actually kinda creepy. I wonder what it means...oh well.

Well. That's it. Not that amazing...

...and let there be drunk people...

I just got back from the prayer furnace; and thought I should write somethings before I pass-out. I really had a amazing time at Jessica's set tonight.

I have a okay singing voice in my personal opinion. Not that great. But, hey, at least I passed the audition.

Well anyhoo, me and Jessica were completely alone tonight on our set. It was only Jess on the piano, and me as a singer.

Right before the set, my pastor's wife came up to me and gave me some encouragement. Which, i'll take as much as I can get!

But seriously guys, I had a AMAZING time on that set. I felt really free. My voice was at just that perfect pitch I like, and during the set, I realized how much I have grown since when I first started the set about four months ago.

I could actually harmonize a little bit better, I could sing louder, I had more rhythm then usual, and I could actually sing a little bit higher, and I even sang more; and knew all the words for the spontaneous singing.

YAY. Okay, if you were actually in the room while I was singing, and thought I stunk. Please.

Keep this info entirely to yourself. I really don't want to hear it. I know you might think that it is going to "help" me, but It doesn't. It actually just tears me apart..

Okay. Well, I was thinking about it, and I might add that after the set, I came out, and Patrick and Barbara were COMPLETELY DRUNK in the holy spirit.

Which, if you aren't a "radical" christian, might be very hard for you to understand. I really don't suggest that I explain it, (please ask your fellow "radical" neighbor for the right "definition") And, they were darn right funny. I actually took pictures from the car after I dragged them from the now-closed prayer furnace. It's really dark, and really fuzzy, but you can tell that Patrick has
officially fallen down in the snow, (on the right) and Barbara is crazy out of it, holding on to the door. It truly was great...haha, okay, well it's late... good night :)

...I have no life, so I should create one.

Well, here I am at the friendship center, waiting to leave for prayer furnace, and as usual, bored out of my mind. I won't tell you how many times I have refreshed my facebook "home" page. I'm out of luck. I have no more new notifications.
So. Here I am, on blogspot. Hoping to come up with something utterly AMAZING to write.

I don't know whats wrong with my blog, or what. I can't seem to find a template that will ACTUALLY work. I have tried and tried again, tried switching from the new blogger, to the old one, and tried different sites.
So, I have finally given up completely. I'm just going to use one of the ol' crummy blogspot ones. I found some really cool ones. But it just won't seem to let me do anything with it. Not even the ones recommended by blogger.
Then after all my frustrations, I got yelled at for using the "wrong" computer. Which I didn't even know that I wasn't supposed to use. So, I went to bed angry, and fell asleep listening to Greg Laswell from my ipod.

I'm sort of excited about going to Florida on the 2nd, (if I go) I'll be so bored maybe I can get up to 2 blog posts a day. Which I'm sure nobody is excited about since I haven't had anybody look at this yet... haha.
Okay. Well you can stop reading my lameness now.
Tomorrow!

My first blog post

Today I start my first blog.

I have been meaning to do this for a long time;I previously have already started two blogs before this, I have had a myspace, a xanga, and 15 unfinished journals. I now have a facebook, but that is more for social networking.
The reason I have failed so many times on any kind of "Journaling" or "Blogging" or any sort, is because I get completely sick of it. I absolutely love writing things, but I really just can't journal all my thoughts. I want this place to be a place where I don't feel like I absolutely have to write something amazing, or long, every single day. But, yet, that's always what I turn it into every day.
Well, I think that is all I will write tonight. So, hopefully more tomorrow :)