Like I should be.

I babysat today.
And drank coffee today.
And edited for two hours today for Marg.
And emailed people today.

And I'm getting annoyed. Friday was really hard for me., Nothing I could probably write about online. Or, anywhere for that matter. But it's something that made me doubt God. Last February. THAT ONE TIME. During the amazing service, was all I could think about. All I could see. And it made me depressed that the ONE time I could actually engage, I was completely crushed by that fact. Right ahead of me.

Ever happened to you? Ever feel like God completely let you down? I think everyone has. And as for Friday's service, (if I understood it right) So did Jesus. But, if I think about it, brokenness is good.
Great things come out of brokenness. *Brokenness sometimes never gets healed, because some people don't want it to. What goes up in the brokenness scale, must come down. I hope one day, I won't be like the other people. I hope to lift people up. And never bring anyone down. Or judge their gifts of hearing God by examples. (There is no "What goes down must come back up" saying) But I just wished people would stop asking me, oh so bluntly, "Your not over that yet?" Like I should be.



*Sometimes I wonder if I don't want healing. But yet I do, slightly? (if that makes sense) I still have my crumpled up tin-can heart, that sometimes I'm way too good at hiding. Which i'm glad for. Much better then throwing that tin-can heart at other people.

Tattoos and Passover

Eh. Well... People are still downstairs, talking after the passover dinner. (Btw, if you didn't know, I'm not Jewish, it's just that my Mom has a strange addiction to Jewish stuff, so there we go, haha)

Well. I have been actually thinking about this for a long time. I want to get a tattoo. I really don' t know what I want, but somewhere where I know if I get really old and wrinkly, or gain 900 lbs, that It will still look okay. I have decided that the best possible place was on the top part of my back, or the front of my shoulders, (like near my collar bone, or like the pic) And then, it's a matter of pain tolerance. I have just about the lowest amount of, well, pain tolerance. I can't stand it. So, tattoos that are small, is pretty much a must.

So, since I like the idea of birds (and like the picture kind-of-birds) I was looking up pictures on google images, trying to find bird tattoos that go across my back, and shoulders (because that is ultimately what I would want) But then, the smallness of the tattoos in the picture, is kinda cool, and not that noticeable....Well, I think I might actually go forward with it. I guess, I mean, I have just about 2 1/2 more years until I can do it, lol. But It would be good. What do you think I should do?

Will you move with me?

Well. I kept on forgetting to post a blog, and then kept on putting it off, and then, well, kept on putting it off. Johnnie reminded me about it, which is, why, well, here I am... lol

Originally, last Friday, I really wanted to write a blog about some frustrations I had, but then I got over it on Monday, so I guess that tells you how quickly I get past my "pissy-ness." The main thing was, was that I got angry that my Dad didn't think I was "spiritually adequate" for certain colleges. (Since now I'm looking into colleges! :) ) But, enough about that.

I have been really wanting to do the bridegroom fast lately. It's a fast where (Idk, thousands? Millions?) of Christians fast the first Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of every month, which pretty much sums it up to 40 days a year. I didn't want to pray about the same things that they were praying about, so I pretty much did my own thing. I'm on the third day right now, but I think I'm going to jump it ahead to a 10 day fast. (besides passover, which is tomorrow, more on that later. ) This fast has been REALLY great. I have been super energetic, (and CHEERFUL for that matter) and I haven't gotten sick, not even once. (yay, no puking!) Which is great for my usually-nauseous-tummy. I'm drinking any/every kind of liquids, and every once in a while some ice cream just for the crap of it. (FROZEN LIQUIDS) And, well yeah. I'm doing pretty good :)

Last night everyone piled into our house to try on the bridesmaid dresses. They don't look as bad as I thought, and I'm really just going to have to deal with it.

Well. I have been officially looking for some sort of colleges. Next spring I'm taking my ACT and I'm looking into it now.
I really want to go out of state, my original plan to be hot and passionate about, was NO Christian colleges whatsoever, (I don't remember all the reasons, but they were good) But then my Dad gave me Crap about it, (as said before) and so of course I changed my mind to please him. (I'm a sucker and I'm going to regret it later) Now I'm looking into going to some college either in Florida (I love the idea of Clearwater Christian College) or maybe even some where in DALLAS. Ah. My favorito place in the world. I could maybe even get a apartment with Marg, (I know, it's lame) and then I have a great house of prayer right there too!

This is not a april fools joke

Now, i'm not saying my Dad isn't a 'Holy Man' or anything like that, but he loses his temper oh-so-easily, which probably isn't the best thing if tons of people find you as an authoritative figure.

Yesterday, (Every Tuesday) I, set up for the ladies luncheon. Most of the time, by myself. I set all the tables up, bring the chairs, set up the food table, put down tablecloths, I make sure everything looks handy-dandy. Then, while everyone is eating, I sit in the back office, and do the rest of the data-entry I do for my job, with a plate of Indian food on the desk, and then I clean up from the ladies luncheon. It's my job, and i do it.

Well, today, afterwards all that happened, me and my Mom rushed out the door, to go to the south-side of Chicago, to go visit Rusty Taylor, who is doing the catering for my sisters bridal shower, we had to go shopping with her, which ultimately took 5 hours, of hauling 20 packages of Chicken, 8 bags of potatoes, 20-2 litres of 7-up, and big cans of pineapple juice, in the hail and the rain (I know, i'm REALLY justifying myself here) up her gagillion steep steps up to her house.
Afterwards, (It was about 10 at night) we drove home, to a house filled with people, who were helping Jessica write out the envelopes for her wedding invitations.
Most of the people left, and the rest of us had a good time laughing our heads off while we played youtube videos of stand-up comedy while writing out things, and eating.
About 1am, my Dad came in, and started half-yelling at my Mom about how she parked in our back parking space, and how my Dad had to circle around for 10 minutes to find a parking spot, (only one block away) in front of everybody. Now, I get really pissed off when our family starts any kind of fight in front of company... I sat there, and listened, and then I spoke, while trying to keep my calmest, and sweetest voice, and I honestly didn't think he would be angry.

"Oh Dad, i'm sorry that happened, we had a really hard day too, we did all the shopping with Rusty today, we had to carry in food for 100 people up to her house and everything...." (Btw, I'm not really just making it sound all juicy-nicey and everything, I REALLY did say it like that, I have proof from about 7 people)

"What does that have to do with anything Evie?! I had a long day too! I had a vision trip* at the friendship center, and I had to clean there too! I had a **AGREEMENT with your Mother that whoever came home the latest would park in the back! So, it's YOUR JOB to SHUT THE HELL UP and be SEEN and NOT HEARD like you're SUPPOSED to be DOING." (He really was getting heated about this)

So what was my reply? "Good night everyone." (Which really was the best answer in my opinion...) And, I went up stairs, brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed, and watched t.v. My two of my biggest motto's in life, is to never go to bed angry, and to have grace and look at both sides of things. So, I forgot about it by the time my sister came up.

Well, about a 30 minutes later, Jessica came upstairs and knocked on my bedroom door, and told me what happened afterwards. I guess, what happened was that after I went upstairs, everyone was really quiet just looking at everybody else, for about 5 minutes. Then Jessica and Matt started telling my Dad it was wrong for him to say things like that and everything. And my Dad got kinda pissed off, and, well, yeah.

My Dad is one of those people that loses his temper way too easily, and well, I don't. Our personality's clash SOO much it's not even funny. He always seems to do this to me in public too, which then I have embarrassing questions from people worried, asking, "Do you have significant problems with your Dad?" or "Do you need help honey?"

Now, the reason i'm writing this out, and showing the world this, is because my Dad chooses to lose his temper in public so often, then I might as well tell the people who think my Dad is the ultimate-being of this world, that he might be all that great. This isn't the biggest thing he has done, but ohhh boy, does it piss me off. I thought I should write about it.
Last night, I was pretty over it, but then I got a little bit angry about the thought of why I try so hard to make him happy. He rarely ever says he is proud of me, or anything like that, He doesn't smile when i'm around, and he always just seems really pissed off. I know he has a hard time with stress and everything, but really, if you're stressed out about something don't blame your family for it. It's your own problems. Sometimes I feel like i'm the stressed out parent and he is the hormonal teen. I know. Laugh, It's crazy. But I do so much crap around this house that I feel like my parents should be taking care of. I always make myself look the nicest, and say the most lovely things about my parents ministry, and my church, and myself, and my parents, and accept compliments, and prayer, and try to be the perfect MK like I was trained up to be. Maybe it's a season with God, and I just need to learn. Gosh I hope so.




*Vision Trips: Okay, if you don't know what the crap that is, it's where people from all over the united states come up, and go around little India, to see if their 'called there' or what-not, and my Dad gives them a lesson, and then he hands them a piece of paper, and then they feed him. That's it. But every time my Dad mentions it, he makes it sound like it's the hardest thing in the world, and he deserves the world for it. Now, I guess it could be harder, but I sat with my Dad for lots of these things, and from what i get out of it, that's what he does.

**The "agreement" he had with my Mom, was that exactly, except he breaks that agreement continually, he says he is tired and that he didn't want to think about parking, but when we get back home, we park about 3 blocks away, and it's much worse for 2 girls walking around our neigborhood then him walking around.

And let there be: Wanting to run away.

Wow.
It's been a long, long time since I last wrote (6 days, lol) I'm bored. So here I am. I got back from the 'girls apartment' about two hours ago. I was helping Babs clean up the fridge, in the big empty apartment, which i'm never going to see again. Me and her were having a long heated conversation, where I started crying.
We were talking about my need for change.
I don't remember when Marvin and Sally came last, (I think fall?) and I right before then was really trying to figure out what to do in my life for the summer. I am sick and tired of just doing nothing over the summer. I really want to work on my relationship with God, since now i'm (sorry for saying this) bored with God. I know, it sounds JUST AWFUL, but i'm being completely honest. I feel like i'm going nowhere. Example: You're on the treadmill in the basement. Sure, you're still going, but the scenery around you is still that moldy ceiling. And no matter how fast or hard you try to go, you're still seeing the same-old same-old.
I really hate that. I try really hard, but nothin' is completely working!

As I have been thinking about this for about a year, I realize it's really where I am. I'm in the prayer furnace, where I grew up my whole life, I know EVERYONE. EVERYONE knows me. I get 'approving glances' from people when I stand up and 'supposedly' worship. I HATE THAT. I want to worship, and people come up to me, oh "Evie, I can see God really moved you're heart since you stood up. PRAISE GOD!" Oh yeah, uh-huh. Praise God. Thanks for ruining it.

I just don't want anyone looking at me, I don't want anybody to 'notice' me. I know what you're saying, "But don't you want everyone to know that you worship God?" Yeah. But can't I just be the insecure teenage girl that i'm supposed to be? Well anyways, to the point, I do it as well, -and you know you do it too- in my head I see someone stand up worshipping, that doesn't usually stand up, and I think to myself, "Wow, the presence is strong here" In my southern voice. Which is instantly followed by me slapping my knee and exclaiming in my head, "Crap, I did it again".
So, in essence, i'm not blaming the furnace at all, or people there, or whatever. I just need new environment.

Okay. My whole entire story leading up to it is, I asked Marvin and Sally if possibly they had a summer internship there that I could be a part of... I would LOVE that. It could really help my spiritual life. Oh God. Please let me go!

Barbara was saying that she felt I should go. And I needed that,. since my parents are kinda against me going there.
Well. I guess i'm done. Let's hope I can fall back into my schedule of writing everyday.

And let there be: Frustration with God.

Well, as by the title, you could magically discover that I am, officially frustrated. Last night at our church, we had Alli Morgan come to visit at our church...She was a very amazing person, and to hear all of her stories/testimonies made me excited.

Well, I guess you should know where I'm coming from; I should say that I grew up as a Christian, in a "Radical Church" if you would like to say that, umm, well I have had a easy life in some points, I have never been raped, I never really abused drugs/alcohol, I never was homeless, I never have gone a day hungry, my parents aren't divorced, I have never had anybody close to me die. I have a lot to be thankful for, really.

I kinda always wanted (as sick as this sounds) to be in a hurtful situation, where I could come to God, weak, and "in want", I could get a holy-spirit-blast from God, and bam! TESTIMONY. Lol. I find my life so dull, I'm not saying that I should go out and have all those things happen to me, but it's hard when everyone around is saying "I WAS AN ALCOHOLIC, I WAS A PORN ADDICT, AND SUICIDAL, AND GOD RADICALLY SAVED MY LIFE!!!"

I'm just little ol' me. I want to come from that brokenness, and be fully able to understand God, and appreciate him, for all he is worth. I guess that's what I'm trying to figure out, why can't I appreciate God for everything he is worth? It's because I don't come from that brokenness, you really find God when you come from brokenness. It's simple, In the dream 101 class I took, they said sometimes God puts you in those hard places because you're so in "happy-land" that you completely forget about God, no more, "Thanks God" or "How are ya?" We forget about him because we are not in want any more. Jesus is JEALOUS for you. He wants your full attention... he loves making you happy, but especially when you are THANKFUL for it. I mean, I guess you could look at it on two ways, "Wow, God is a jerk" or "Aw, God just wants our full attention" My reaction was the first of the two. But really, you could look at it two ways. Okay. So, now I'm officially rambling on and on.

Well, okay, since now you know, I'm not in any state whatsoever of brokenness, I try really hard to talk to God daily, and I always want my little taste of "Him."
Alli was saying "Ask and you shall receive" So, I ask. Okay, not working, i'll "Knock, and the door will be opened" Nope. Not working. John Bailey asked the people who want to be prayed for to step up. I step up. I stood there awkwardly playing with my ring on my finger to be prayed, everyone around me is being blasted, laughing their heads off, screaming, falling on the ground. Yeah. Again, i'm the random person who never falls flat on their face. Alli prayed for me for like two seconds for freedom in my love.
Right.
I stood there trying to giggle (my thought process was, "well maybe if I start, I won't want to stop.") So, it turned out too awkward for me. I decided to go pray for my "Blast" so I sat on the ground by the blankets, and I had my head, face down on the chair. And I prayed. Well, and cried. I hoped something would happen. Nope. Absolutely nothing. Once again.

I really only once got "holy spirit-blasted" and that was when I was 13, and I went to a prayer meeting with my sister at Nora's house. Everyone prayed for me, and I saw a vision of my heart, and how it was like a tin-can that was completely crumpled, and that God was sticking one of those things (like sticks? I don't really know, I know they do it with smashed in cars, lol) in to pop it all back into place again. It ended up completely restored, only with holes in it, but then all the holes were filled. Yep. That was my vision. lol that was after the worst summer of my life. lol

Yep. That's it...Definitely more tomorrow, I wanted to write about other things, but this has gotten too long.
:D

Singing.

Well. I guess it's true that I am officially back. I did my set with Danielle, and the other one with Jessica. I honestly LOVE singing on both of those sets. I don't think people get how much I really enjoy it. Danielle's set was good, the final song though was one which I know I suck at, so I decided just to get up and leave. Probably not the best thing in the world. lol, but Danielle knows I hate doing that one, and I know she is trying to help me, (Which she is!) At Jessica's set, I prayed right before I jumped up there that I would have true freedom, and that I wouldn't give a crap what people thought, well, I accomplished that (at least through out the set, lol) I tried my crappy harmonizing, I tried to sing higher then I really can, I did everything I thought I couldn't.

The poor people in the rows.

I think I try to be everything some people try not to be. I'm usually quiet and timid up there because I don't want to be that one-crappy-singer-who-does-nothing-but-just-keeps-screaming-in-the-microphone type of girl. I would rather be the humble person who always thinks she sucks. In my head, it's much better! I have people tell me different opinions of my voice "Oh Evie, you're AMAZING, keep going at it! God has even better things for you!" or, "Uh, er, Evie, maybe you should try to stay more quiet, you have to practice a little more because you're going off-key most of the time." I hate honesty. I would rather people tell me that i'm "amazing" all the time, but then again, I know that they really would be lying, and it's helping to "Build me up in ways I couldn't have imagined." I, on the other hand, love giving compliments to people as much as I like receiving them. I think it's just about the nicest thing when someone says "Why, don't you look pretty today." With a big smile on their face, Why not give back what you receive? I never lie when I give my compliments, but seriously, how much brighter could you make someones day?

I'm trying to reassure myself that lots of people go off key alot, and that I just need to probably spit out some money and get voice lessons, but gosh I wish I was just really good right off the bat, with no practice whatsoever. I have had crap loads of people give me "Prophesies" that I'm going to "Have this amazing voice" or "Lead incredibly anointing worship" etc. etc., And I think I might just take that a tad too the highest power. I really probably, just need to seek God out, and ask him for everything, because I can't do it myself.
SO! Practice and prayer makes PERFECT I guess I should say.
Blech.

CHICAGO

Well.

I'm back in Chicago. And, I realize now how unhappy I really am here. Florida was a complete reliever...

That's it.

Well last night was my last night by myself in my room. Today, Sarah comes to visit Florida with me, I'm staying till Thursday, and then my sister is staying for a week. I'm kinda not that excited about it because me and Sarah aren't as close as me and Jessica. I really am hoping that we get along.

I was talking to Margie today, and since I have been here, I have realized how crazy my brain works. I really only had Indian friends until I was about 9, when I met Margie, but before then, I really truly grew up with only Indians (besides my church family) But then, I also realized, how much I talk to myself in the 50 words I know in Hindi, or, I just talk like little Indian immigrants. Hmm, well, example: I seem to put a 's' on the end of EVERYTHING in my head, sometimes even out loud.. very embarrassing. Like "don't show your underwears to me" pluralization is not the best quality in me...okay. Thought I should share... lol

Well, here is going to be a favorite quote of the day, I was talking to Margie who was saying how she was diagnosed for sleepless leg syndrom, I messed up on it, "Legless Sleep Syndrom"
Haha. I can see you're laughing now. OKAY.
Goodbye.

And let there be: Utter randomness...

Well, last night I saw a very interesting movie. If you have ever seen Vicky Cristina Barcelona, it will rack your brain. I watched it with my Grandparents, which was awkward, with about 4 sex scenes in the bunch. My Grandpa kept on complaining "Where is Penelope Cruz? It's half way through the movie, and I don't see Penelope Cruz!!!" I told my Grandma that she had competition with Penelope. My Grandpa carried on: "Is that Penelope Cruz? Is that her Evie?"
"No Grandpa."

But, it was one of those movies that left you wondering in the end of the movie. And in some ways, I completely hate that. I really like to know what happens afterwards, but you know, that movie really kept your attention. I'm not even that much of a "movie lover", but I sorta loved this one...There was something's I learned in that movie; #1: I really want to go to Barcelona now. It's like my dream. I think that is one of the places I would like to study abroad if I could. #2: I already knew that I really liked Spanish guitar, but boy, it made me want to listen to it forever. I think I'll have to buy some of it on itunes or something.

Haha. I know, I know, I'm picky with my music. But something has to give me inspiration to listen to it. There can be that one song, with just the right chord progression that just makes my "music heart" leap. And I'll probably be hooked on it like crack for 3 weeks. Then it's to the next song. Another way to make me really like music is to force it on me until I listen to it, and if I listen to it long enough, it will eventually get to me so where I completely fall in love with it, it was like the song Viva la Vida by coldplay, I heard it already like two times, but until Johnnie forced me to listen to it for longer then 20 seconds, in my ears, I actually started to like it. Which, in the end, was truly embarrassing because I made such a point that I hated that song.

Last night I still slept awfully. It took me two hours to fall asleep...then finally, I was in dream land, and my parents called at 3 am. I was pissed.,I'm sorry, but I am not happy when I am sleep deprived, oh and can't breathe through her nose, or mouth, because of my awful sore throat or stuffy nose. I was popping pills like Dr. House with his vicodin, that's a image for you.... now I actually don't remember the conversation I had with my parents, but I really hope I didn't sound so pissed on the phone as I did in my head...People usually I say i'm really nice when I first wake up, but I don't know how the crap I was. But, when i'm awake i'm pretty good at putting the best image up that i'm the freakin' happiest person in the world., so maybe it was carried on through my sleep.

Okay, one more random crap thing. I decided my hair looked a little weird, so I thought I should cut this little bit of hair on my bangs, and now it won't go down and it just sticks up like a mini-mowhawk.
Okay, now i'm challenging you to get more random then I was in the last 20 minutes...haha.

and let there be: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....

I have no freaking idea why I can't fall asleep lately. It's really starting to suck too. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep until 3. Then, I woke up at 5:45, and was awake watching the Daily Show with Jon Stewart till 8. Then I fell asleep, and woke up again at 10:30. Okay. That's like 5 1/2 hours of sleep.
Crap. I was going to start my "bragging" on how amazing it was that I only got like 3 hours of sleep or something. (You know you do it too) But 5 1/2 hours seems a lot more reasonable. One of the main reasons I couldn't fall asleep last night was the fact that I was getting freaking creeped out. I kept on hearing weird noises, and "I swear that closet door was shut before."
Ever since I was younger I had this terrifying thing, of me being afraid of the dark, I remember when I was younger and I was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed, and the ceiling fan was on, and it was going really fast. The whole night, I dreamt that demons were chasing me on horses (the fan sounded like galloping) and I kept on crying out to Sarah to save me (she was on the bottom bunk) She didn't.

I think I really did/do have a wild imagination. Maybe the fear of the dark has been stuck with me through my life. My Mom told me that when I was about 3 years old, in our house, there was a mirror,and every time someone would walk by it, it would swing, every time I would wander by it, I would scream bloody murder, frozen, staring at my image, swinging. Maybe my thought process is just weird, but you know, I could of gotten that from my Mom.
The last time my Dad was out of town, my Mom was sleeping in her room, but then about 3 in the morning, she ran into my room, and crawled into my bed (no joke, I really felt like the mother, haha) she said she felt like demons were pulling on her toes. So, of course, while I'm creeped out in my bedroom last night, all I could think about was demons pulling on my toes. Now, usually, when "creepy" things happen to me like that, I put on some sort of christian music, but of course, my ipod won't turn on (it broke about 3 days ago) I was screwed at that point. So, I put on the TV, just for that little dim of light, and nice sound, and do you know what was on? Nuns singing, all at once, creepy words, lighting candles, with their eyes closed. "How could this be CHRISTIAN!?!" Was all I could think.
That's when I turned on Jon Stewart, I don't know why they have to put the same freakin' rerun 3 times in a row, I watched that till I started falling asleep. Okay. So you now know about my paranoid self. Enjoy yourself now.

And let there be: Crazy stories that inspire.

WELL...
I guess I sort of have what I planned what I was going to write about today. Let's see where it takes me.

I think about my brilliant ideas for my brilliant blog right when i'm starting to fall asleep. Then, if I don't feel too lazy, I get up, get out a pen, and a piece of paper, and write the date, and random words to describe what I'm going to write about. That's why I always have a piece of paper and a pen in my nightstand, and chap stick, don't forget the chap stick... lol.
Okay. Well, yesterday, me and my Grandma were sitting on the couch, watching Dr. Phil (shut up) and they were dealing with all of their drama crap and stuff about dealing with married couples who wanted a divorce, and if they should get a divorce or not. Then, commercial came on, and I asked my Grandma (after a big long discussion in my head if I should or not) if she ever wanted to divorce my Grandpa. Okay, so i'll leave that alone, (haha) but I do want to say (and what i'm trying to get up to) is the story of when she met my Grandpa, and how amazing it was. Okay so, this is a pretty sweet story, My Grandma, started dating this random guy, when she was 13-17. (I know, long, and YOUNG. It was like the fifties? I haven't even had a real relationship :P) Okay, well then she broke up with him. She was depressed, but she decided she was going to get the perfect man, so, she prayed the St. Joseph prayer, at Mass, for a week. She decided on that because she thought Joseph, was a great husband to Mary, and a great Father, and that's what she wanted. So, on to the last day, her friend Kathy called her up, asking her if she wanted to go see a movie. My Grandma said yes, but she needed to go to the church first to pray her final prayer. So, after her final prayer, they went to the movies, but they wouldn't let them in, because they looked too young, so they dared each other, to go to the dance hall, around the corner, and try to sneak in, and that's where she met my Grandpa,. and you know... they actually got pregnant with my Dad, before marriage, and all of the grandkids now, actually call him "Saint Grandpa" Because he is so even-tempered.
Okay, well I told Margie that, since her and me have really actually been praying for our future husbands since, well mostly this year, (lol) because, we have no idea who he is, but we know certain qualities that we want in a guy.I have always said I want to marry a guy like my Grandpa, (because I love his qualities as a husband/father) and really he is just amazing. So, now how ever lame that is, me and Margie are, well, praying, and, well you get the point. I really love having Margie as a friend in that respect is because we can really talk about everything and anything, and I wasn't embarrassed telling her about it, and she was excited about it, and since we have been praying diligintley for the last couple of months, this really has been nice. Okay, I was planning on talking about the most nastiest Subway, but, I don't feel like complaining. So, there ya go.

And let there be: no signs??

Okay. This is a gah moment. Especially if you read the post where I saw a "scary dog" in the woods, And, for the record, let's just say we are all ecstatic i'm still alive, (and that I have all my toes)
My Grandmother was talking to some of her friends at the pool, and she was telling them about what I saw the day before in the woods. And, they told her; *scary music* IT WAS A PANTHER. 15 feet away from me!
I guess it is known in Lexington that they're are panthers in that little clump of palm tree forest-ville, and that you're not supposed to go in there. THEY SHOULD HAVE SIGNS. But of course, they don't. Thanks alot Lexington Country Club. Okay. Well i'm alive. And all is well. I'll say it again. Curiousity almost killed the Evie.

:( There is no favorite quote of the day :(

And let there be adventures...

Okay,
well I guess I'll start of with my lame self when I was walking back from the Internet room. On the way back, there is this scary wooded area, that is over this hill, and it's filled with all these amazing trees. My curiosity got the best of me, and so I climbed the little hill, and peeked into the woods. (I felt so adventure-book-girlish) Well, the surprising as heck thing was, I saw this big movement, and this big dog thing put his head up, and ears, and just looked at me.. But all I saw was really the eyes and the ears. Okay, I thought I saw a coyote or something, (but I honestly, don't know really what a coyote looks like) or wolf or something. It could of been a dog, but the head was too big to be a dog. So, anyways, I ran out of the woods, and down the hill, my heart beating fast. It was a full moon that night, so I swore it was a were-wolf. lol. Curiosity almost killed the Evie! I'm no Bindi Irwin. :P

Also, I have been meeting new friends out here, one in particular, Charlie. "She" is great. And she just started a blog, and since I don't know how to do that cool as crap thing to put a link up, you can just check out the followers. On the right down yonder.
Umm, well on another random note, I woke up this morning, bright and early (9 am, lol) and I started watching the history channel... *ahem* Well, it was about Einstein. And it was intense. And I sat on my bed, drinking coffee, wide eyed.

Favorite Quote of the day:
"We lie for each other to make our own lives sound more interesting then they really are.."
-Me.

One of the lamest posts of Evie's time!!! Okay. I'm done! You can stop reading the madness...

And let there be smokers.

Well.
Here I am again. I was talking on the phone today with Marge. We were talking about our normal crap things, and she was talking about how she hates the smell of people when they smoke. Now, Margarine and me have almost everything in common it's ridiculous, but I really like the smell of when people smoke, -especially pipes- I don't know how people really think it's such a bad smell. The reason I think I like it so much is because I remember this very distinct time, when I was five years old, in Germany. I was sitting on my Mom's great uncle's lap. (Uncle Gustav) and we were in this trolley, going up a mountain in the woods. It's this great touristy spot, and I remember the trolley being red, and I remember seeing my sisters a couple rows of chairs ahead of me, and the seats were really wooden and old... well, I remember that being just about the best time, right there. I had the best feeling of safety, and everything. So I was sitting there, cuddling in his lap, and had my head on his woolen vest. And I felt like a little red riding hood or something. Now how lame is that? But seriously, he had smoked pipes all of his life/drank the best beer in the world all his life, and you know, it was just about the greatest smell from him, (creepy eh?).

I have family from Germany through my Mom's Mom (Oma), who, when she was around 20 years old, she decided to go on a vacation to america for two weeks. She met my Grandpa (Opa) and decided to stay. So yeah.
Their family out there is a long history of Artist's for churches. They worked along side tons of famous painters in Germany. So, apparently I have "Artist Blood" in me. Which is absurd since I really can't do anything productive or pretty.
Well. That's it. I have nothing else to say. I didn't do anything today. SO there is the life of Evie's thoughts. Isn't it amazing?