:: 2008 5 August :: 6.38 pm

It feels amazing to feel again.

I haven't felt this way when a guy walks into the room since the summer between my eigth grade and freshman year.

I will kiss him. I will.

Preferably soon.

4 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 31 July :: 7.35 am

Me: So... let me get this straight. You will perform oral sex on this man... but refuse to share his mouthwash?

Her: That's right.






I do not understand the human race.

Kudos to Jesus.

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:: 2008 28 July :: 3.38 pm

Gone.

1 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 30 June :: 5.14 pm

My life is amazing.
I really love Jesus.
Like, a super lot.

Chow Mein...

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:: 2008 20 June :: 7.23 am

This is how Mike Coon makes me "feel better" when I'm getting a migraine.

"Did you hear about that guy married to that woman named Loraine?"
"No. No, Mike... I didn't."
"Yeah, well he started seeing this other chick on the side, you know how that goes. Her family was kind of weird... her name was Clearly. Anyway; so he's seeing Clearly and he decides he loves her now insead of Loraine. So he takes Loraine out into the wilderness somewhere and instead of telling her he ended up pushing her off a cliff. And then he sang his happy song. Do you know how is happy song went?"
"No, Mike. I don't."
"It went... (sings) I can see Clearly now Loraine is gone... I can see all obstacles in my way...(keeps singing... begins to include jazz hands)"

I envy Texas.

1 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 12 June :: 7.29 am

"Everybody hates you! Even Caleb!"

It's amazing when a seven year old can cut just the right heartstring with a stupid little lie.

2 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 10 June :: 8.39 am

I hope no one actually reads my journal, because most of the time I sound like a shallow idiot. However, the idea of only writing my thoughts with some sort of depth sounds not only exhausting but completely unlike the version of myself that I have allowed most of you to come to know.

In the word(s) of Dr. Elliot Reid: Frick.

2 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 8 June :: 9.30 am

Oh hells bells and pigs bum.

I think I'm losing feeling in my left cheek.


"I must proclaim that in the night I have touched the fair maden with my mighty trident!"
"The Hell?!?"

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:: 2008 29 May :: 1.58 pm

Um... I think I'm one of those really obnoxious girls who thinks a lot about boys.

Gross.

2 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 20 May :: 5.41 pm

*sigh*

Boys are dreamy.

[and hairy]

1 held on | Touch Me

:: 2008 3 May :: 4.07 am

Oh, dear.

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:: 2008 1 May :: 10.03 am

I think I may most definately have a chemical imbalance.
At least I know I do.
Makes life exciting!

Touch Me

:: 2008 30 April :: 7.49 am

Well, I think I just spent my last night at the Cornerstone dorms this year.
Which is fun, I suppose. I mean.. it'll be nice to sleep at home again.
But it's also highly depressing.
I love these people here, the life I've made here. I eat, sleep, and drink theatre. And coffee. And Jesus. And that's about it. And now I have to go for three months.
Wow. THREE months.
Maybe I'll change my check out time and stay just one more night just so I can be here with everyone.
Except by that point everyone may be almost gone.
I am so lucky I came here.
This is most deffinately my Hogwarts. And theatre is my Quidditch.


Love?


Love.

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:: 2008 29 April :: 11.58 am

I have literally reached a new point in my life.

I just got home from getting my blood drawn.
From a nurse I didn't know.
By myself.
And I didn't cry.
Or vomit.
Or pass out.

Frick.

Touch Me

:: 2008 27 April :: 11.09 pm

Today was the last showing of "Little Women." It was also many people's last time on the Cornerstone stage. It really struck me... because my time at Cornerstone is just begining. I have such a future here. When I leave and say my last line on that stage... my story will be so different than it is now. Mike Coon, Paul Hoppa, and Jon Batch are three names that probly don't mean a lot to you, but they mean a whole lot to me and they're all leaving and moving on... to bigger and better things. Leaving a stage is like leaving a home. Leaving a theatre department is like leaving a family. It's bittersweet for them... because once you go past the high school level it's something bigger. It's something permanent. It will always be a part of your life... not just a memory. It's in your blood.

I don't know what I'm going to do when he moves to Texas.
I don't think he knows how much I really do care for him. How much I look up to him. How much I absolutely love him.

My first line on the Cornerstone stage, ironically enough, was "Hi!" I often used to wonder if this was God's plan for me. Now that doubt is almost completely gone. I've been at Cornerstone for one semester. I have had so much positive theatre experience I could just FLIP. I have made friends with some of the most amazing people I've ever met.. and learned so much about myself that I don't think I could even begin to make a list.
I think God might be giving me a hint.
Plus, let us not forget. I have found purpose.
I have found joy.
I have found love.
The people are coming and going in cycles.. and I'm a part of that cycle.
And thank God I finally understand.
Oh, and one more thing.


Love? Love.

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