Ghetto Laptop

I thought I should mention that I got a new laptop.

Well, actually, it's a old one. A old as practically dirt (for a laptop I guess) It's a 1998 toshiba satellite. It can get internet if I pay the $40 dollars for a wireless card.

Before I got to texas, Margie got a macbook G4, and she had this one (which her sister-in-law gave to her)

It has microsoft word, and it plays music. The mouse doesn't work, so I have to buy a wireless one off of ebay, and right now i'm using a mouse from an old computer.

It works though.

I didn't realize how much I liked journal-ing. Yesterday I wrote 8 pages!!!

I always wanted to be one of those cool people who would write in journals every day, and would brag how "I finished 38 journals this year" and then they could look back at them every 5 years or so.

Nope. Not for me.

Sure, I might have 38 journals, (only because I liked the covers of the journals, which made me buy them) but they only have the first 3 pages filled out, (that's where my hand started to hurt.)

So, now, I type. I mean, obviously I have this sad little blog. Which is fine with me. But really, this blog was supposed to be completely private, then I found out a couple of my friends were starting to read it, so private-ness was sort of out of the window. b

Now, people I don't even know read my blog, which I think is just delightful. haha.

Congratulations Sarah.

I know my bangs are a little weird in the picture. But I really do love this picture.

Yesterday my sister graduated at the age of 21 from DePaul university with a bachelor's degree of Communications. I'm super happy for her, and I know she worked like heck to get it. I'm proud of you Sarah! Congratulations :)

I can't wait to be there when she graduates with her Master Degree in two years! I love you Sarah, mwuah.

Saturday night I got back from Texas...after a two hour flight to Georgia, a two hour layover in Georgia, and then a two hour flight from Georgia to Chicago.

My flights were a little weird, the first one was me sitting next to an older-gentleman, where about an hour in he tapped me on my shoulder when I was reading, and started telling me about a girlfriend he had in the 70's that looked a lot like me, and had the same characteristics that she had, and how I talked like her too. (creepy) he looked like he was about to cry, and then went on to say that she left him when they were about to get married. I told him "oh, i'm sorry." And he looked away.

Dramatic.

After the flight, since he was staying at the Atlanta Airport for his layover of 8 hours, he asked me if I wanted to get something to eat with him.

I kindly declined.

Second flight I sat with a black younger guy, where we listened to the airtran radio, and figured out we were listening to the same thing (stand up comedy) when we laughed so hard cran-apple came out of our nose (almost, way-too-near to almost) and we talked about it for awhile, where he offered to buy me a vodka, to put in my cran-apple.

I also, then, kindly declined.

I'm fifteen, and this kinda happens all the time. I really like looking older most of the time, and especially when I can fool people, if I play my cards right. But sometimes it's kind of awkward.

must read

I guess i'll write real fast, while Margie is still sleeping.

Okay. Margie is awake. Never mind about that, lol we just talked for about 10 minutes...On with the blog!

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So the story begins just because there was a freaking party going on next door. I have been sleeping in the guest bedroom down the hall, and I have no idea what I heard coming from outside, (yes, I was terrified) so, I got up and wandered over to Margie's bedroom to talk to her for a couple of minutes, and what ended up happening was I fell asleep on her couch, while she fell asleep on her twin size mattress... around three a.m, I woke up, and went back to my bedroom.

I didn't turn on the light, and was about to pull back the covers. Okay guys, creepier sound then before, snoring. Snoring? Yes, snoring. Apparently, Tom, Margie's Dad, the-50-something-year-old-retired-wrestler-football-coach-preacher, fell asleep in my bed.

So, I scurry like an elephant mouse right back to Margie's bedroom, shut the door, turn on the lights, and awakened the beast... After I told her about what happened, she went up to the guest bedroom, to figure out what was happening.

So, what happened was: The music from the party next door was way too loud, Tom couldn't fall asleep, so he decided to check and see if I was in the guest bedroom or not, so he could get some rest. I wasn't in there, so I guess he figured we were just fell asleep talking in her room.

Tom woke up, told Marg to get him a flashlight, and he ran out there told them to "Turn their music off now" in his big voice... The music was turned off immediately, but about 10 minutes later, the music was turned on again. Tom fell back asleep in the guest bedroom, Margie fell asleep with her Mom, and I fell asleep in Margie's bed.

I woke up this morning, with Margie on the ground with a blanket over her head. And yeah, here I am now.

Great story of just last night...:)

Crazy dream.

So...I had this crazy dream last night, where I woke up crying. (not good)

Okay, this is going to seem extremely strange, (it's strange to me too) I was in a nursery school, in a extremely white Marilyn-Monroe-style dress, trying to convince the teacher there that my Grandpa was a 10 year old girl, we put nail polish on him and all this crap, kinda funny, but strange. I think we were trying to convince the teacher because otherwise she would kill my Grandpa (not good) Anyways, I was hiking this little 3-5 year old boy on my hip and he started to play with the toys on the ground, and while I was fitfully trying to convince the teacher, I looked around to check on him, and I looked at his chest, and there was blood, just completely soaking the shirt...I don't know why, but I guess there was paper on taped on his chest, and that was extremely sopped in blood. So, I scooped him up, and tried to figure out where the blood was coming from, I couldn't find the source, and I was getting scared, because the blood was getting to be a very dark red, which meant his red blood cell count was way too high, and that scared me. He wasn't crying, but he looked nervous. I told my Grandpa to pretty much fend for himself, and left to go find someone with a car...

Okay, so this is the weird part, I knew my friends prom was going on, and I knew my Dad was going to be there. I knew it was across the highway (I really felt like I was in a movie or something, haha) So, I ran, in heels, carrying this kid who was starting to whimper a little bit, and ran across the highway, to the building where my friend was having their prom, found my Dad, and told him that we had to leave right then...all of the sudden my Dad started to whine, and complain, acting like he didn't want to help me do anything, coming up with five-year-old lines, "do we have to?" or "I don't wanna..." I knew he wasn't going to help me, so I started running to find a hospital...

I don't remember actually getting there, I remember stopping for a second, and looking down at my dress, and seeing that it was completely soaked in red, everywhere. I remember looking at the face, and seeing him pass out in my arms... the rest of the dream I was in the waiting room, ready for a doctor to tell me sad news, and I was crying, and I woke up.

Ever feel like a dream is so real? I really feel like I remember holding him, feeling the blood everywhere, freaking out, and asking people to help me, and nobody helped. It sucked. Oh-my-gosh it sucked.

bada bing bada boom

Well, i'm just going to tell you about my day, today. :)

This morning we woke up at 8:30, and had our bible study with Tom and Louise in their living room, and they left, and me and Margie pretty much just hung out outside and sat around in our pajamas for the heck of it...we played on the piano for a bit, and well, just were us.

Around one we decided that today would be a good day to go to six flags, and then we found out that the Tom-tom could take us right then, so we got ready in about two seconds flat, and ran out the door.

About an hour later, Tom called us, kinda angry because we left the whole house in a complete mess, and told us that we had to clean it before he got home...

So, our day of six flags went good besides that...We met a guy who worked there who let us take the flash pass line for the titan, and so we finally decided to take the ride 6 times in a row... :) We talked to him for a bit, and he was cool : )

After that we went to the superman tower of power, (where that girl got her feet snapped off by a wire...) and right as were were getting comfy in our seats, Tom called up Margie, telling us that he was outside, and he needed to be at a meeting in 20 minutes...So, since we couldn't get off at that very moment, we took the ride, and speed-walked to the entrance, until we found out that the park was closing, and, well, people kept on pointing us in the wrong direction...We found out we were at the end of the park for the superman ride (which is more then a mile long) and so we finally got to his car after 20 minutes.

Whew.


We got back home, and we instantly popped some advil (The picture, lol) and we cleaned like mad women, then Louise came home, and we ordered pizza, and now everyone is happily in their rooms, while I sit here on the "family computer"...

So, yeah :) That was my day for you. Hope you enjoyed the pics :)

Tex some of that Ass.

Okay.
So, i'm in Texas! (YAY) and i'm going to try to write this as quick as possible while Margie takes a shower.
I bought my tickets sunday morning, and now, well, I'M HERE
I arrived around 10:30, and we got back, made some pizza, and have been watching the twilight zone....

My flight was amazing! I flew airtran, I stopped in Georgia, where on my way back I was sitting across the aisle from this cool Indian guy who grew up in the US, and was around 20 years old...after he borrowed my readers digest, we talked for the rest of the 2 hour flight...which was a lot of fun. He turned out telling me his life story practically,and he just went on, and on, and on, as Indians tend to do. He was almost, well, excited about telling me. Like this "new person" comes along, and I just sat there and listened and nodded my head, and he was so slap-happy about it. Super funny. We talked about the different restaurants in little India (Chicago) where he visits every once in a while.

Yeah. So i'm here, i'm going to post tons of pics on my facebook page, maybe even on here. :)

Love you guys in chicago!

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.

Hot stuff

Well.
Yesterday was fun. I have to say, I had I think about the best customer service day, EVER. Everyone was super nice whatever store I went to.
Lol, except the thrift store.

I go to thrift stores a lot, my Mom has been going since I don't know when, her Mom even owned one in the Chicago suburbs about 10 years ago.

But, well anyhoo, I was with my Mom, and we were shopping at the Unique, and I'm going through the aisles as usual, and this black Guy comes up to me...

I am usually way too oblivious to even know anything that's going around me...but here he is, shopping through the ladies shirts, right next to me, singing on the top of his lungs, Hot Stuff. After a few lines, he would look at me, saying "That's for you", Over, and Over again.

Okay, I'm not that oblivious...So I shop a little longer, where he keeps on "bumping into me" in random aisles.

We leave, where he says "Aw man, it's your time to go, you have a great day, lovely miss" I mumbled back a "You too"

When we were walking back to our car, my Mom asked, "So Evie, how many times on a daily basis do guys sing love songs to you?" ...


That's my day. Just to all my friends who know how oblivious I am with this.. That's what happened, and I actually got the memo! I actually did!! Hahaha