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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Booo sucky nights.
Yesterday, was fun.
For the most part...
I got to the furnace around 11:45, and did the set (think worship team, worship hour, la dee da) with Susan, which was okay.
I'm really excited about prophetic singing lately. Sure, I suck, but at least I'm not a scared chicken about everything now. I mean, I keep on looking on how much I have gotten more confident in the last three weeks, compared to the last year 1/2....BIG DIFFERENCE...Susan (worship director, and also prayer leader on this) asked me to go on the piano afterwards and do a song since we had extra time, so I go up, and of course all the sudden, I get worship A.D.D, for all the other singers/musicians out there, do you ever go up there, and forget how that one part of the song went? Well, you get the point.
The rest of the day, before the bridegroom watch, I pretty much walked around brain-dead, ate, talked to people, talked on the phone. My friend had a pregnancy scare, my other friend had a cheating boyfriend scare. Ahhh, Teenage girls.
Well, since I've been on 2-3 sets a week with prophetic singing, I get a little more edgy in what I think....of course I get all crazy, ACTUALLY THINKING I'M GOOD...I told my parents that I'm really enjoying spontaneous singing, and how i'm getting better at it.
Okay, after bridegroom watch, Alicia says "Evie, come and sing with me on the compassion set." At that moment, I was not feeling good whatsoever, I really felt like I was going to puke, but I went up there thinking I could do it anyways. Alicia was prayer leading, and asking me to sing spontaneously after everything she prayed.
Well, since I was so self conscious about my, I don't know, I-feel-like-i'm-about-to-puke stage, I couldn't concentrate. I wasn't in a good spot. My headphones kept on going in and out, I couldn't hear anything, and, well, it wasn't good.
I think I sang two extremely random things that didn't have anything to do with what she was praying, and it was off-key, and I couldn't go along with what her husband was playing on the guitar. My parents were in the seats, hearing me really for the first time. I was uber-beyond-uber embarrassed. (And even now, I don't know why I was so embarrassed, lol)
I gave my apologies to Alicia, and went to go sit down. I told my parents I wanted to go home. They told me to wait outside, and that they would be out in a second.
I went outside. And waited by our car.
Okay, well, I don't cry often, and I don't get angry often. I'm a pretty happy person in general.
At that moment, I just got plain ol' upset. I cried, I didn't puke, but I felt like I wanted to. I waited outside for 25 minutes.
I didn't want to go inside and tell them to-get-their-butt's-out-here-right-now, because I was still embarrassed.
I talked on the phone to Margie, and Adam called me in the middle of it. Thank God. I think Adam and Margie are just about the most perfect people to talk to when anybody is upset. God knows how many times we have helped each other through teenage-drama.
Yeah, so I was angry my parents left me out there for such a long time. I'm not a psychopathic daughter who yells at her parents constantly.
I know my parents won't stand for that, but I don't like people treat me like crap when i'm sick. I deal with it enough, and I definitely don't want to deal with it then.
Okay. The official Evie-rant is over. Thanks for reading.
For the most part...
I got to the furnace around 11:45, and did the set (think worship team, worship hour, la dee da) with Susan, which was okay.
I'm really excited about prophetic singing lately. Sure, I suck, but at least I'm not a scared chicken about everything now. I mean, I keep on looking on how much I have gotten more confident in the last three weeks, compared to the last year 1/2....BIG DIFFERENCE...Susan (worship director, and also prayer leader on this) asked me to go on the piano afterwards and do a song since we had extra time, so I go up, and of course all the sudden, I get worship A.D.D, for all the other singers/musicians out there, do you ever go up there, and forget how that one part of the song went? Well, you get the point.
The rest of the day, before the bridegroom watch, I pretty much walked around brain-dead, ate, talked to people, talked on the phone. My friend had a pregnancy scare, my other friend had a cheating boyfriend scare. Ahhh, Teenage girls.
Well, since I've been on 2-3 sets a week with prophetic singing, I get a little more edgy in what I think....of course I get all crazy, ACTUALLY THINKING I'M GOOD...I told my parents that I'm really enjoying spontaneous singing, and how i'm getting better at it.
Okay, after bridegroom watch, Alicia says "Evie, come and sing with me on the compassion set." At that moment, I was not feeling good whatsoever, I really felt like I was going to puke, but I went up there thinking I could do it anyways. Alicia was prayer leading, and asking me to sing spontaneously after everything she prayed.
Well, since I was so self conscious about my, I don't know, I-feel-like-i'm-about-to-puke stage, I couldn't concentrate. I wasn't in a good spot. My headphones kept on going in and out, I couldn't hear anything, and, well, it wasn't good.
I think I sang two extremely random things that didn't have anything to do with what she was praying, and it was off-key, and I couldn't go along with what her husband was playing on the guitar. My parents were in the seats, hearing me really for the first time. I was uber-beyond-uber embarrassed. (And even now, I don't know why I was so embarrassed, lol)
I gave my apologies to Alicia, and went to go sit down. I told my parents I wanted to go home. They told me to wait outside, and that they would be out in a second.
I went outside. And waited by our car.
Okay, well, I don't cry often, and I don't get angry often. I'm a pretty happy person in general.
At that moment, I just got plain ol' upset. I cried, I didn't puke, but I felt like I wanted to. I waited outside for 25 minutes.
I didn't want to go inside and tell them to-get-their-butt's-out-here-right-now, because I was still embarrassed.
I talked on the phone to Margie, and Adam called me in the middle of it. Thank God. I think Adam and Margie are just about the most perfect people to talk to when anybody is upset. God knows how many times we have helped each other through teenage-drama.
Yeah, so I was angry my parents left me out there for such a long time. I'm not a psychopathic daughter who yells at her parents constantly.
I know my parents won't stand for that, but I don't like people treat me like crap when i'm sick. I deal with it enough, and I definitely don't want to deal with it then.
Okay. The official Evie-rant is over. Thanks for reading.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I'm back!
Watch this youtube video, it's awesome! All the 2008 top hits, mashed together, (the beginning is a little slow, but i love it :) )
Just wanted to let ya know. I'm back on blogger! I know, it's been awhile, I really keep on telling myself to get back on it, but never happened.
Let's hope I can get to it 5 days a week. (new goal) I've been really been really busy. And, WILL be really busy. And I really want to talk about things that have been happening.
:)
Monday, July 6, 2009
I know, a little backwards with the posts. Fourth of July
Okay. I know I should of posted my "fourth of july" post, earlier, but I forgot.
Just wanted to mention, only because I remembered it for a moment, I absolutely HATE 4th of july's. I don't know what my problem is, but it's one of those things, and one of those dates, that I cannot let go of for the life of me.
I think the biggest issue in my life which I probably need some major help in, is the fact that if something absolutely terrible happens to me, I remember that date, and pretty much hold on to it. I think of it as my "depression date". I dwaddle in it. I think about the terrible thing, and I sit in my little pity-party. I know. Ridiculous.
Just wanted to mention, only because I remembered it for a moment, I absolutely HATE 4th of july's. I don't know what my problem is, but it's one of those things, and one of those dates, that I cannot let go of for the life of me.
I think the biggest issue in my life which I probably need some major help in, is the fact that if something absolutely terrible happens to me, I remember that date, and pretty much hold on to it. I think of it as my "depression date". I dwaddle in it. I think about the terrible thing, and I sit in my little pity-party. I know. Ridiculous.
North Carolina
Right now, i'm sitting in the passenger seat of the car. I'm staying at Peace Valley Campgrounds, and somehow we got the wireless connection to come through, from about a block away. It's a miracle!
I haven't written a blog post for awhile, so I thought now would be the perfect time to do it.
I'll start off with, NORTH CAROLINA IS BEAUTIFUL. The second you see those mountains it's like a giant can of febreeze just sprayed you in your face. That mountain smell? So-ho legit. :)
Everything is covered in leaves/vines/moss/whatever-you-want-to-call-it.
I guess there is a little county called Hanging Dog, and there is ALSO a little church there, called Hanging Dog Baptist Church. As soon as my parents heard that, they drove 30 minutes to get there to take a picture with the sign (My dog even happily jumped in with the polaroid). As soon as we took the picture, we saw right next to the church was this cemetery on this hill, with tons of old gravestones. My parents for some odd reason love looking at the old gravestones, just to look. So, (if you can imagine it clearly) is: my Mom and Dad, running around, trying to find the oldest gravestone there. I think we saw one gravestone, where the man died in 1901.
Oh, also, I think I have fallen back in love with reading. Yeah, I felt like there was a "dry season" (lol) for about a year, that seemed like every single book I picked up was slow...but lately I can't get enough of 'em...and well, I'm happy. haha.
I'm really missing the prayer furnace/friendship center lately, and I'm almost sick of running around everywhere like this. I don't think I have officially yet unpacked my toiletry bag since my trip to Texas. Once I get back from this long road trip/camping trip, I think I'm in Chicago for a good six months.
...
I haven't written a blog post for awhile, so I thought now would be the perfect time to do it.
I'll start off with, NORTH CAROLINA IS BEAUTIFUL. The second you see those mountains it's like a giant can of febreeze just sprayed you in your face. That mountain smell? So-ho legit. :)
Everything is covered in leaves/vines/moss/whatever-you-want-to-call-it.
I guess there is a little county called Hanging Dog, and there is ALSO a little church there, called Hanging Dog Baptist Church. As soon as my parents heard that, they drove 30 minutes to get there to take a picture with the sign (My dog even happily jumped in with the polaroid). As soon as we took the picture, we saw right next to the church was this cemetery on this hill, with tons of old gravestones. My parents for some odd reason love looking at the old gravestones, just to look. So, (if you can imagine it clearly) is: my Mom and Dad, running around, trying to find the oldest gravestone there. I think we saw one gravestone, where the man died in 1901.
Oh, also, I think I have fallen back in love with reading. Yeah, I felt like there was a "dry season" (lol) for about a year, that seemed like every single book I picked up was slow...but lately I can't get enough of 'em...and well, I'm happy. haha.
I'm really missing the prayer furnace/friendship center lately, and I'm almost sick of running around everywhere like this. I don't think I have officially yet unpacked my toiletry bag since my trip to Texas. Once I get back from this long road trip/camping trip, I think I'm in Chicago for a good six months.
...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
*sigh*
I am officially in Atlanta, Georgia...Well, actually i'm in McDonough Georgia...in a Hotel (*ahem* Motel room :) )
I guess I should go on and clarify what I meant from my last post. Lots of people are pressuring me on what I'm going to do, for well, really the next couple of years.
I guess my two sisters, when they were around my age, both were taking college classes, both had boyfriends, (who had met the family) and, well both had consistent jobs.
Well, then there's me. I haven't really pursued all of those things like my sisters. I have no idea what I want to do, I'm not super interested in taking college classes, Jobs? Sure, I have a couple of babysitting jobs here-and-there. My secretary job though, has gone zip.
Um, Guys...well, first of all, my sisters were (are) much prettier/thinner than me, (which some people won't let me forget) and just that I'm a little bit more picky, just for the fact that I've experienced, and heard too many stories. I want to be cautious with who I date, because honestly, having your heart broken SUCKS. I haven't experienced that to the fullest, but I've had a lot of crying friends on my shoulders, and I don't want to be one of those girls. It's just that, I guess I have had too many people come up to me in the last couple of months asking questions like, "So, where's your boyfriend" or "Who have you been dating lately." or even "You're not dating yet?" Here's the thing, I'm not a 40 year old cat lady, and I honestly don't understand that "issue" ...saying that marriage, is at least 5 years away (and that's if I marry YOUNG, haha).
Although, I must say, there HAS been possibilities lately in that department...I won't say too much yet. But seriously, possible possibilities. :)
ALSO, I'm thinking about different things I want to do just with plain-old life. I'm thinking about pretty much dropping the friendship center, and going elsewhere....I'll have to talk about THAT later as well. I'm going to really have to start looking around, but also, I have a couple of ideas. :)
I guess I should go on and clarify what I meant from my last post. Lots of people are pressuring me on what I'm going to do, for well, really the next couple of years.
I guess my two sisters, when they were around my age, both were taking college classes, both had boyfriends, (who had met the family) and, well both had consistent jobs.
Well, then there's me. I haven't really pursued all of those things like my sisters. I have no idea what I want to do, I'm not super interested in taking college classes, Jobs? Sure, I have a couple of babysitting jobs here-and-there. My secretary job though, has gone zip.
Um, Guys...well, first of all, my sisters were (are) much prettier/thinner than me, (which some people won't let me forget) and just that I'm a little bit more picky, just for the fact that I've experienced, and heard too many stories. I want to be cautious with who I date, because honestly, having your heart broken SUCKS. I haven't experienced that to the fullest, but I've had a lot of crying friends on my shoulders, and I don't want to be one of those girls. It's just that, I guess I have had too many people come up to me in the last couple of months asking questions like, "So, where's your boyfriend" or "Who have you been dating lately." or even "You're not dating yet?" Here's the thing, I'm not a 40 year old cat lady, and I honestly don't understand that "issue" ...saying that marriage, is at least 5 years away (and that's if I marry YOUNG, haha).
Although, I must say, there HAS been possibilities lately in that department...I won't say too much yet. But seriously, possible possibilities. :)
ALSO, I'm thinking about different things I want to do just with plain-old life. I'm thinking about pretty much dropping the friendship center, and going elsewhere....I'll have to talk about THAT later as well. I'm going to really have to start looking around, but also, I have a couple of ideas. :)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
layers in music are the best.
Okay, quick, random, not-really-necessary blog.
In about 10 minutes, i'm leaving on a road trip to Atlanta Georgia. I guess I can blog about it more tomorrow in the hotel room, but I thought I should let you know, and say sorry for not blogging lately :)
I have a couple of subjects I want to talk about. I'm feeling pressured to do a lot of things lately, it's getting on my nerves, and I don't know what to do...
More tomorrow!
In about 10 minutes, i'm leaving on a road trip to Atlanta Georgia. I guess I can blog about it more tomorrow in the hotel room, but I thought I should let you know, and say sorry for not blogging lately :)
I have a couple of subjects I want to talk about. I'm feeling pressured to do a lot of things lately, it's getting on my nerves, and I don't know what to do...
More tomorrow!
Friday, June 26, 2009
WVA was AMAZING.
Dorm Room Lobby, playing Mafia.
Where I had my quiet time every morning.
The Lecture Halls
Dorm Room life...Olivia, lol
I have no idea. Me, Josh, Sarah, and Justin. GO YELLOW TEAM! :)
Breakfast at the cafeteria
My roommates and I two friends, Josh, and Justin.
Me and my roommate Sarah. (doesn't she look like cami?)I thought I should write this blog while i'm waiting for me to switch my laundry...
I just got back (around an hour ago.) from World View Academy Camp...I have to say, I had the best week of my life. (Like they told me I would)
I got there on Sunday afternoon, and I didn't know anybody there, and well, I didn't really know what camp was all about, and yeah, I thought it was stupid how everybody was so giddy, especially the Alumni there.
We stayed at Trinity College's campus, where we stayed in the dorm rooms there, (which was way fun too)
There was really great lectures that opened my eyes to so many different religons, and every single teacher on the faculty staff, were super funny while they teached.
Man-oh-man, I don't know what I want to write about, about the camp, just overall it was amazing. I seriously think it has changed me so much on how I think of things, It's helped me SO much, I met a TON of great friends, and I found out i'm great at Frisbee, lol, and that being in a camp, with your small group, different colored teams, are just about the most fun things to be apart of, and I hope I can come next year.
It was the longest, shortest week of my life, but the BEST one I have ever had.
Yeah. That's my ramble, and I thought I should share!! :) I really will have to share more in later posts. I'm just so sad i'm back to "regular life" again, and wish I could go back, like, right now. I have officially became a WVA lover! haha
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, June 15, 2009
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.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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...:)
Friday, June 5, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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 :)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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!
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!
Friday, May 29, 2009
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...
:)
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...
:)
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