ha.

Okay, this is going to be one of the "lame" posts of Evie's blogs...so don't expect too much...:)

So, I was completely prepared, ready to spend the night alone... I was sitting in the love seat, snuggling down with a cup of good ol' water, with my laptop, starting to write a new blog post.

My Mom rushed in and told me that "we had to go"

I guess my Mom completely forgot that I, and Jess and Matt, and her, had to go to Raffa's house, for a dinner party...

So, instead of spending lavish times with the beloved laptop, I went to an Iranians home to eat....we got there at seven pm, and got back home around one or two.

I don't think I have ever been more tired...which actually is kind of nice, because I have been sleeping AWFULLY the last couple of nights; and last night I passed out and don't even remember moving until the morning.

Well, I guess I'll talk about yesterday, since yesterday I was going to write about yesterday....

I went to the prayer furnace around 12...and left around 7.
I got there feeling like I was ready to puke because I didn't really eat that day, and I have a weak stomach (fat people can have weak stomach's too!) And I really do feel sick a lot of the time...

So, anyhoo, I ran over to the gas station and picked up some orange juice and other crap...before i walked into the prayer-room, I scarfed down the nutri-barf-bars, and sat back down in the seats and tried to "engage" into worship while sipping down some orange juice...First, the orange juice tasted crunchy. Not necessarily the texture, I mean the FLAVOR. (You pretty much know it's bad when stuff tastes "crunchy") I looked at the expiration date, and I found out that it expired in '07...Uh uh.

So, I stomped back to the shell gas-station and asked if I could get a different brand of orange juice, and they were nice about it...so then I got back to the furnace, and sat back down...

People kept on calling me throughout the day, and every time I tried just to sit down and enjoy the prayer room, another call...and all important ones, I got two babysitting jobs, and one from Louise Grossman (confirming flight plans for Texas!) and one from my old boss...

Yep. Exciting day in Evie's life...haha. So, that's pretty much yesterday...

:)

Words are better than Numbers.

I'm almost sick of blogging on my life. But here I go again.



I really suck at Math. That's the truth. I think probably because it's what I've been told my whole life...It's sorta in my family "history" that we do NOT understand math...and we never will. My Dad's Parents were never good in Math at school, and neither were my Mom's parents.I'm not really exaggerating here, my whole life, my sisters, and my parents kept on telling me "Evie, math is going to get really hard, so don't expect to love it your whole life." I really liked math until 8th grade, and that's where it just kind of got messed up. I told myself I wouldn't be able to make it sub-consciously. Which, really isn't good. Now I'm embarrassed when I'm with anybody and really have to do any sort of equation. I just feel, dumb. And people then blame my parents, since I was/am home schooled.
Which is partially kinda right, it's known that homeschoolers 80% of the time really aren't the best in math.


On a lighter note, my whole entire family is known for our ability to write amazingly. But, yet, I've also been told my whole entire life that I could write if I put my brains to it. My Dad still corrects me whenever I write a paper, (which I hate) but at least I know I'm good at something.

My Dad had really hard English teachers in school, and still, my Dad loves writing papers. He wants to go back to College again so he can write more papers.

I hope for when I have kids, that I remember to tell them that they can be good at anything they want to be good at. I love my parents, but the way they did some things for their kids, probably weren't the best choices. I could probably be one of those "Smart Alec" people who shove it into your face that they know everything about math. Haha.

My mind is backwards.

Well.
Life is going pretty good for me lately, which i'm happy for. Everything is still a mess...And everything is questionable.

These past 3 days have been me having extremely similar dreams each night.

The dreams are of me in a car. Usually I'm driving it...but it always seems that I'm trying to stop.

Either I forget where the brake is; or there isn't a brake at all. My Mom is always somehow driving...last night my dream was me driving. I literally thought I was driving. I was the driver. Me, driving, on the driver side.

So, anyhoo, I'm drivin' along, and so there is a red light ahead, so I move my right foot to the left, to start braking. Then, all of the sudden, I'm on the passenger side...and I was in one of those practice-driving-cars...except, without the brake, I really only had the accelerator. And then I saw my Mom driving, on the left side/drivers side. I look out the window, and we go through the red light, and into the intersection, where we just pass all of these cars, without being harmed. I kept on trying to find the brake, but I couldn't find the brake for the life of me, and I was freaking out thinking we were going to get in a car crash, and die.

My Mom was calm, and she looked over at me, and said "Evie, it's fine. You're not allowed to brake. There is no brake on your side. I'm the only one who is going to brake. You won't be hurt, I'll brake if we need to." Reassuring me.

That was the dream, and pretty much like the others. The other one was me getting on the highway, where everyone was driving really fast. I was in the merging lane, to get on, but I was completely freaked out that I wasn't going to be able to merge in enough time, and that I would crash into a car. My Mom was in the passenger side, and told me "If you can't get over in enough time, pull over to the side, and we'll stop, and start from the beginning again." And that's really what happened. I kept on trying to pull over, but in the last second, I would freak out, pull over, and then put instantly at the beginning of the merging lane on to the highway.

Okay, well, I'm guessing these are easy dreams to "interpret" I flipped through the pages of my dream interpretation class books that I had. It pretty much said: You being in the car (or driving it for that matter) means that you are starting a ministry, or, you are participating/leading in something you are called to. My Mother means the holy spirit. So, my Mom (the holy spirit) was reassuring me, and calling me forward in what I am called to/my ministry. I'm not allowed to freak out when I think I'm supposed to stop, because in reality I'm not, and it will be okay.

Well, that at least what I think. Now, I'm just trying to figure out what my ministry is? I have no idea.

When I was taking my dream class, I had aprox. five people come up to me, and without even knowing me, telling me that "my calling" was prophetic singing. Almost all of my "words" were about singing/prophetic singing.

I've been told that my whole life. Yet, the hard thing is for me is that I freak out when I try to prophetically sing. I'm not so much scared to sing off-key (because I do that enough) but to sing biblical. I'm afraid I'll sing something about the shire or something...I would probably do it to! Haha :). I'm not very good at words, I'm too much of a thinker. I know what I'm thinking all of the time, but don't know how to explain it. I know there is a word for it, but not which one. A lot of times, I know what the word is in Hindi, but not in English. Even though I'm not anywhere near fluent in Hindi....My mind is backwards my friend.

Class?

This is my plan. Well, really, my ultimate plan. I like having plans.

Susan (The Prayer Furnace' worship director) is, well, pretty much leaving for the summer. Well, since there isn't that many other worship leaders, (per se) She's going to do a class for the people that are interested in becoming just that...

She sent out this E-mail to four people, and all four of us are interested, and all have the same times available. So, yay for us, we are starting a class...I think the class is going to be sort of intense though, this is the email she sent to all of us:

Date: Wednesday, May 20, 2009, 11:29 AM

Hey guys,guess what!

All four of you are interested and available to go through worship leader training this summer! The time that seems to work for everyone is Thursday 2-4pm. If it doesn't quite we can still make this work - it will be easier for me if I have as many of you together as possible. Again, the first Thursday I would be able to start would be the 18th of June. Before you commit to this, you should know that this is going to be very intense. It will require at least 3 hours of practice a week for each person on their own. I am going to expect you to master some basics and if we're only doing the summer we don't have the time to wait for you to learn them. Only if you put in the required amount of practice will progress be made.We will work on: Learning songs (including fast ones)

Leading and directing songs

Simple chord progressions for harp and bowl

Chorus leading

Bible study (necessary to be an effective singer)

Communication with the worship team and the prayer leader

You will be required to learn over the summer:15 worship songs, 9 of them fast. All the chords in 5 keys (memorized): CDEFGAB C#m Dm Em F#m G#m Am Bm4 very simple chord progressions in 5 keys (total of 20 progressions)I am hoping to take voice lessons over the summer and expect myself to put in 6 hours a week of practice. If you're serious about becoming a worship leader and have the time I would hope you could do the same with what I give you. Also, I highly recommend taking private lessons from me during this time if you can afford it. I charge $60 a month for weekly, 30 minute lessons. I'm excited to see what God will do over the summer! I think you guys are all called to lead God's people into His presence with worship and I think this is an excellent opportunity to be trained to do so. Please confirm your interest in this by replying to this email.

Susan Croox Worship Director

The Prayer Furnace of Chicago

So, my plan is to not have any more sets by myself, until I understand more about this whole "worship leader thing" The truth is, I really need voice lessons. I'm planning on somehow getting the money together, and really working on it. I really want to embrace harp and bowl/prophetic singing, I feel like I could do way better with that, if I wasn't so nervous about singing something that isn't biblical. (the reason I posted that video was because I bet some of my diligent followers, probably don't know what harp and bowl is, I'll explain that later)

Every time I try to do a set by myself, (or with anyone) I pick out about 5 songs, for an hour...yeah, well, about 10 minutes in, i 'm done with my songs, and then I'm just sitting there on the piano like a retard, with nothing else to sing.

So, it would be extremely helpful to take this class, since I adore singing, and I love playing piano...but I really just need to practice...

I hate questions that get answered by a question.

Well, I've been surfing the Internet a little bit...and, I'll just say this.

I'm not in the best mood.

Today, was a pretty good day. Until about 1 hour ago, where it turned into a bad day. I guess I can't really go into too many details. But, I think I personally have changed.

So, I'm sure it's just about happened to everybody in the world..but ever feel like in just a short little time, you notice right then, that your whole entire view point, is DIFFERENT? Just because of that ONE thing you thought, or that one thing you read, or that one movie you watched?

It's something that I've been praying about today, and, well, since, Gee, I don't know, like since I was five. Something I was asking God, for a specific thing in my life. I think I got my answer.

Fine, it's not the one I wanted...that is true. Fine, I was hoping for that one thing, and it didn't happen. And, as God always does, he answers my freaking question, with a question.

I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

Oh-my-golly.

Okay, so, it's been awhile.
I wish it wasn't awhile, but sadly, it has been.
Ahem.

*climbs on soapbox*

Well, my Dad is leaving the country today, which means I'm a loner with my Mother for two weeks.

These days usually consist of frolics in the park, getting manicures and pedicures, eating out every night, our laundry room exploding with forgotten dirty garments of clothing, oh, and don't forget, shopping with our millions of diamond credit cards.

Well, reality is our days usually consist of; a Mother and Daughter who eat our own food/crap (we don't even cook for each other, how selfish are we?) by ourselves, at home, while hogging each laptop to oneself, on the couch, in sweats. It's true our laundry room is exploding with forgotten dirty clothes, but usually the daughter gets fed up and decides to spend the day doing laundry. We DO go shopping; at the thrift store. But we usually pay with quarters we find in random couch cushions...

It's actually kind of fun. Except at nights. I think my Mom has been married way too long, and now can't sleep by herself without having absolutely horrific nightmares, and keeps on thinking that someone is breaking into our home. The first couple of times my Dad left the country, my Mom would sleep in my bed. (Hated that) But now after some complaining, I got her to sleep in her own bed. I have to keep my door open, and she keeps hers open, and the hall light has to stay on. It's very annoying, but, at least I have my bed to myself.

Oh, side-note, on June 2nd, I'm leaving to TEXAS! I get to visit my best-friend in Texas. Can't wait!

Dream Interpretation Class...201

I'm leaving soon to go take the dream 201 class in the suburbs. I'll be gone for 3 days, so I might now write a blog for awhile. I honestly don't think I'm up to go through the 24 hours of class time.

I really hope I can. My brains might fall out, but I think it will work. I'll just have to scoop them back in a bowl on my way out...


Lately I haven't been sleeping so well, and when I finally fall asleep, I have the craziest dreams. Example: One dream consisted of me losing a black dress I really wanted, and the people at the store said that it somehow got into a protein powder shake jar, in Walgreen's, but they didn't know which chain of Walgreens it actually was in.
It resulted in me running frantically to every Walgreen's, and trying to persuade the employees at Walgreen's to let me open up all these jars, without paying for them.

I'm sorry, but what the crap can THAT possibly mean?

I guess that's why I'll go take the dream interpretation class. Maybe I can actually sort out my dreams...

They're finally married....wow.

I am utterly, completely, smack-happy, that Matt and Jessica are finally married. I feel really bad for them in their relationship, because so many people gave them a hard time. Especially my parents.
I'm so happy that they are married, and get to start a new life in Nashville, (I'll miss them though)

The wedding was beautiful...She was beautiful, and everything. I was the maid-of-honor, and so I was standing up in the wedding.

The church: The Church was the church in Home Alone, which was gorgeous. You can see it in the video :)

First of all, I thought we were all walking down the aisle at 5, instead of 4. I wasn't quite done getting all prettied-up, and I pretty much stumbled down the aisle half-ready.
It was just about the longest ceremony, and sucked especially when we all had to stand there for an hour.., Me and Sarah were half-whispering to each other for most of the time, until she started making terribly rude comments about Matt.

I told her that she had to get over herself, buy some cake, and to shut up because this is the wedding day and that she couldn't do anything about it. I'm not usually like that. I won't stop you if you're talking smack about someone, but if it's on the freaking wedding day? C'mon.

The reception was at Morton Arboretum, where I came terribly late because I had no idea what was happening with Jesse and Cami. And I couldn't take pictures. And then, after I got there so late Sarah and my Mother came up to me, made rude remarks, making me feel even MORE terrible about the crap, and I couldn't help it, I started crying. I hate when people are disappointed in me, in which I couldn't have done anything about.

Alfred (my escort/groomsmen) came, and then Matt's sister came and walked me around outside which I was able to take one picture with Matt and Jessica... (Thanks guys, I don't know what I would have done without you)

Overall I had a great time. We got home around 3 in the morning... and that was it.