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Nov. 5th, 2004 01:10 amI am so bored.
Why is my relationship with God so screwy? Seriously. Get it together, Stephanie.
So...DJ might not be able to take me to the dance. =\ If his foot (he was in a car wreck last year and his heel got shattered and he has screws and a plate in it and it hurts after a while of him walking on it) is hurting too badly to where he can't stand/walk/dance, he may not be able to go. And here's the worst part, I won't know until 5:30 tomorrow evening! That's like, only 3 1/2 hours until the dance! So I'll be all ready, dress on, hair done, make-up done, then I'll hear he can't go. Oh well. Hopefully I'll be able to have fun by myself if he can't come. Thing is, nobody ever asks me to dance. And I hate sitting there alone during slow songs. I just do. I want someone to dance with during slow songs, else I feel...rejected. I know I know, that's kinda messed up, but I do.
So I feel kind of productive. I read 60 pages of the ENGLISH (heh) version of Othello, by Shakespeare. One of the girls in my class has a book where it has a easy-to-understand version of Othello alongside the actual manuscript.
My fish is alive and well! I'm glad. I want this pet to last 2-3 years like they're supposed to so I can grow attached to it. Maybe when it dies I'll feed it to my cat. Haha. Is that morbid?
I think I've grown stupider. For some reason, I can't understand things like I used to. Maybe it's still my lack of concentration, but I don't know. It seems that even when I CAN concentrate, I just can't understand things like I used to. More and more things go over my head. I hope it's not...age or something.
I turn 20 two weeks from tomorrow! Eek! I can't believe I'll be 20. I won't be a teenager any longer! Wow; that's kinda scary.
"If there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long." - mewithoutYou
There's this lady in my Sunday school class at home who has a 3 year old kid who constantly asks here, "Who's God's mom?" How adorable.
I am wearing my fake lip ring. Haha, and guess what the most frequent response has been? "I didn't know you were like that." Haha, I'm like, "Like WHAT?" *shakes head*
I'm kind of mad. My earrings and necklace aren't the same shade of pink with my Homecoming dress. I guess they blend in okay, but I'm not sure I think they do. Oh well.
Jared's little brother Aaron IMed me today. He's never done that. Made me feel good. :) I enjoyed meeting him this past March. He's a funny guy. Reminds me of my brother.
I hope I get to see Cody this Christmas. I hate him being in the army. At least we get to write each other.
I love LiveJournal.
I am being random.
One time, when I was little and my butt was small, I fell into a toilet. I was wearing a Snoopy shirt; I remember.
Seriously though. My relationship with Jesus is screwy. I can't really explain it, but it is.
Okay, even though I don't have to be up until 11:20 tomorrow, I think I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed now.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
Why is my relationship with God so screwy? Seriously. Get it together, Stephanie.
So...DJ might not be able to take me to the dance. =\ If his foot (he was in a car wreck last year and his heel got shattered and he has screws and a plate in it and it hurts after a while of him walking on it) is hurting too badly to where he can't stand/walk/dance, he may not be able to go. And here's the worst part, I won't know until 5:30 tomorrow evening! That's like, only 3 1/2 hours until the dance! So I'll be all ready, dress on, hair done, make-up done, then I'll hear he can't go. Oh well. Hopefully I'll be able to have fun by myself if he can't come. Thing is, nobody ever asks me to dance. And I hate sitting there alone during slow songs. I just do. I want someone to dance with during slow songs, else I feel...rejected. I know I know, that's kinda messed up, but I do.
So I feel kind of productive. I read 60 pages of the ENGLISH (heh) version of Othello, by Shakespeare. One of the girls in my class has a book where it has a easy-to-understand version of Othello alongside the actual manuscript.
My fish is alive and well! I'm glad. I want this pet to last 2-3 years like they're supposed to so I can grow attached to it. Maybe when it dies I'll feed it to my cat. Haha. Is that morbid?
I think I've grown stupider. For some reason, I can't understand things like I used to. Maybe it's still my lack of concentration, but I don't know. It seems that even when I CAN concentrate, I just can't understand things like I used to. More and more things go over my head. I hope it's not...age or something.
I turn 20 two weeks from tomorrow! Eek! I can't believe I'll be 20. I won't be a teenager any longer! Wow; that's kinda scary.
"If there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long." - mewithoutYou
There's this lady in my Sunday school class at home who has a 3 year old kid who constantly asks here, "Who's God's mom?" How adorable.
I am wearing my fake lip ring. Haha, and guess what the most frequent response has been? "I didn't know you were like that." Haha, I'm like, "Like WHAT?" *shakes head*
I'm kind of mad. My earrings and necklace aren't the same shade of pink with my Homecoming dress. I guess they blend in okay, but I'm not sure I think they do. Oh well.
Jared's little brother Aaron IMed me today. He's never done that. Made me feel good. :) I enjoyed meeting him this past March. He's a funny guy. Reminds me of my brother.
I hope I get to see Cody this Christmas. I hate him being in the army. At least we get to write each other.
I love LiveJournal.
I am being random.
One time, when I was little and my butt was small, I fell into a toilet. I was wearing a Snoopy shirt; I remember.
Seriously though. My relationship with Jesus is screwy. I can't really explain it, but it is.
Okay, even though I don't have to be up until 11:20 tomorrow, I think I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed now.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
