Are you sure it's almost time for our first report cards at NCCA?
Because I'm pretty sure it has not almost been nine weeks.
Oh my gosh.
I swear, life is going by way too fast! What have I been up to? Freakishly social. I have several events coming up soon! Wanna hear? Actually, it doesn't really matter if you want to or not, lol, you are reading my blog and I'm going to tell you!
Oh, I just got into the National Honor Society at school...I don't think it's that big of a deal, because NCCA is such a small school, but the application was tedious, so I guess I'm excited?
Uh, PSAT October 14.
Blink 182 concert w/All-American Rejects and Fall Out Boy October 7. Sarah's mom is taking Sarah, Courtney, Ronni, Andrew, Bethani, and I!
Homecoming Game && Dance!
I'll let you know how everything goes :))
Love,
Jordan
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Learning to Fall
I know how to catch.
When I say this, I don't mean like, a baseball, or football, or whatever. Oh, no. I mean emotionally, in relationships. I'm the catcher. The one that hides her feelings for the sake of whoever seems to need the most help. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sound amazing, because I'm not, but I'm just trying to tell you how it is with me.
My biggest issue is that I don't know how to fall. I can't just fall in someone's arms when that's really all I need. I don't let myself be comforted, simply because I'm scared of letting people see my weaknesses.
Gahh, overall, I have learned so much about myself recently. Like that it's okay to fall. The people you've helped get back up are willing, and want to catch you. It's scary, but you gotta let go or else it will never happen. Say what you mean; mean what you say. I mean that whole heartedly. If you think no one cares, you're wrong. For me, more people than I ever thought actually cared when I finally displayed I'm not happy-go-lucky all of the time. They mean the most.
"Fall...go on and fall apart...go on and fall into these arms of mine, I'll catch you every time you fall."
Xoxo.
Jordan
When I say this, I don't mean like, a baseball, or football, or whatever. Oh, no. I mean emotionally, in relationships. I'm the catcher. The one that hides her feelings for the sake of whoever seems to need the most help. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sound amazing, because I'm not, but I'm just trying to tell you how it is with me.
My biggest issue is that I don't know how to fall. I can't just fall in someone's arms when that's really all I need. I don't let myself be comforted, simply because I'm scared of letting people see my weaknesses.
Gahh, overall, I have learned so much about myself recently. Like that it's okay to fall. The people you've helped get back up are willing, and want to catch you. It's scary, but you gotta let go or else it will never happen. Say what you mean; mean what you say. I mean that whole heartedly. If you think no one cares, you're wrong. For me, more people than I ever thought actually cared when I finally displayed I'm not happy-go-lucky all of the time. They mean the most.
"Fall...go on and fall apart...go on and fall into these arms of mine, I'll catch you every time you fall."
Xoxo.
Jordan
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Need a Hug? No.
Haha, the title of this blog makes me laugh.
I've always considered myself a considerably affectionate person.
LIE!
This week, I realized I am typically happy no matter what. But when I get down, I get really down. Sometimes for no good reason. Like this Tuesday, for instance. There was nothing really wrong with me. My life was going a-okay. I mean, I hate my Drama teacher, but that's about it. I had gotten 7 hours of sleep in comparison to my usual 5. So there was no reason that I would be pissed at the world, right?
For some reason, I was, horribly so. Since I'm usually so chill and happy, everyone was freaked out by my bad mood and pretty much it was contagious. My friends were no happy campers either. Lunch was rough, lol. But my one bright sunshine came in my day from my BFF Monroe :)
Like I said, I'm pretty affectionate. But that day, everyone kept wanting to hug me and I was not feeling it. He followed me to math and asked me what was wrong. I uneccesarily slammed my bag on the table.
"NOTHING!" I snapped.
He paused. "Do you need a hug?"
I glared. "NO!"
He tried to convince me to smile. No deal, so he left me and my anger to myself.
After math he had been playing football, and might I add, was disgustingly sweaty. Monroe saw I was still not happy and came over to me.
"You need love. Don't fight it, Jordan, this is love."
He wrapped his arms around me, and I spazzed out. "Get off! You're gross!"
Later that night, I felt really bad. He had been trying to be so sweet, (rare for him :) and I had been so mean. So I texted him. "Thanks." His response? "For what?" Smiling, I typed "For being nice to me when I didn't deserve it. He called me immediately.
"Why would you say that?"
"Why would I say what?"
"Why would you say you didn't deserve me being nice to you?
"Because I was mean to you all day and there was no reason. You were sweet and I was mean. Duh."
"Why would you ever think you wouldn't deserve me being nice to you? You're my best friend, therefore, you ALWAYS deserve it."
Moments like this are w
hat keeps me going.
I've always considered myself a considerably affectionate person.
LIE!
This week, I realized I am typically happy no matter what. But when I get down, I get really down. Sometimes for no good reason. Like this Tuesday, for instance. There was nothing really wrong with me. My life was going a-okay. I mean, I hate my Drama teacher, but that's about it. I had gotten 7 hours of sleep in comparison to my usual 5. So there was no reason that I would be pissed at the world, right?
For some reason, I was, horribly so. Since I'm usually so chill and happy, everyone was freaked out by my bad mood and pretty much it was contagious. My friends were no happy campers either. Lunch was rough, lol. But my one bright sunshine came in my day from my BFF Monroe :)
Like I said, I'm pretty affectionate. But that day, everyone kept wanting to hug me and I was not feeling it. He followed me to math and asked me what was wrong. I uneccesarily slammed my bag on the table.
"NOTHING!" I snapped.
He paused. "Do you need a hug?"
I glared. "NO!"
He tried to convince me to smile. No deal, so he left me and my anger to myself.
After math he had been playing football, and might I add, was disgustingly sweaty. Monroe saw I was still not happy and came over to me.
"You need love. Don't fight it, Jordan, this is love."
He wrapped his arms around me, and I spazzed out. "Get off! You're gross!"
Later that night, I felt really bad. He had been trying to be so sweet, (rare for him :) and I had been so mean. So I texted him. "Thanks." His response? "For what?" Smiling, I typed "For being nice to me when I didn't deserve it. He called me immediately.
"Why would you say that?"
"Why would I say what?"
"Why would you say you didn't deserve me being nice to you?
"Because I was mean to you all day and there was no reason. You were sweet and I was mean. Duh."
"Why would you ever think you wouldn't deserve me being nice to you? You're my best friend, therefore, you ALWAYS deserve it."
Moments like this are w
hat keeps me going.
Lovesick...
Don't freak, I'm not in love.
At least, I don't think...
But that's a whole different story.
Anyhow, my blog is titled "Lovesick" because I am literally sick of love.
Not because I've experienced real, true, precious love.
Oh, no.
Because I'm sick of being the best friend to the one who always falls in love. Alwaysalwaysalways.
Never the one that falls in love. Never the one who gets fallen in love with.
Yeah, yeah. I know what you are thinking.
"You are fifteen years old. You don't know what love is."
Lie.
Okay, maybe you don't think I do. But I can guarantee you I have a grasp on the concept, at least.
I'm not necessarily complaining.
Okay, I am.
But regardless, this is why:
-I have, my whole life, been the advocate, helper, assistant, sidekick, matchmaker, etc. for pretty much all of my close friends when they have fallen for someone.
-Heck, some friends that even aren't that close.
-Guys I'm friends with always fall for my friends.
-Gahh!
-It gets frustrating that sometimes I feel it's all about how you look. I mean, sometimes I wonder if I looked a lot different, would it be different?
-If it was based on who you are, would teenage love life be a little different?
Don't get me wrong, I know my prince will come. But I'm getting tired of waiting. I know it can take many more years. I hope it doesn't, but honestly I just want to learn that true love exists, and it can happen to me. Does that make sense? I'm sorry you had to deal with me being frustrated, but I don't get like this often. When I do, it's not pretty. Thanks for letting me vent.
-Jordan
At least, I don't think...
But that's a whole different story.
Anyhow, my blog is titled "Lovesick" because I am literally sick of love.
Not because I've experienced real, true, precious love.
Oh, no.
Because I'm sick of being the best friend to the one who always falls in love. Alwaysalwaysalways.
Never the one that falls in love. Never the one who gets fallen in love with.
Yeah, yeah. I know what you are thinking.
"You are fifteen years old. You don't know what love is."
Lie.
Okay, maybe you don't think I do. But I can guarantee you I have a grasp on the concept, at least.
I'm not necessarily complaining.
Okay, I am.
But regardless, this is why:
-I have, my whole life, been the advocate, helper, assistant, sidekick, matchmaker, etc. for pretty much all of my close friends when they have fallen for someone.
-Heck, some friends that even aren't that close.
-Guys I'm friends with always fall for my friends.
-Gahh!
-It gets frustrating that sometimes I feel it's all about how you look. I mean, sometimes I wonder if I looked a lot different, would it be different?
-If it was based on who you are, would teenage love life be a little different?
Don't get me wrong, I know my prince will come. But I'm getting tired of waiting. I know it can take many more years. I hope it doesn't, but honestly I just want to learn that true love exists, and it can happen to me. Does that make sense? I'm sorry you had to deal with me being frustrated, but I don't get like this often. When I do, it's not pretty. Thanks for letting me vent.
-Jordan
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Summer...condensed, in a more condensed way.
Does that even make sense?
Oh, well.
Haha. So where did my last summer blog leave off? Camp, Amber, hmm...pretty much, I was rarely home. I had the best time ever with all of my amazing friends. They make me who I am :) We went to Grandaddy's beach house in St. Mary's, GA for four days. I brought my friend Gabrielle, and Blake brought his friend Steven. It was a blast! What else? Um, I spent a WHOLE lotta time with my freshman girls, Sarah, Courtney, and Ronni. Overall, that's pretty much it. I think. I'll fill you in more if I think of anything else? But I feel like I had to finish up SOMETHING about my two months out of school, or else there would be a hole in my heart forever, and thaaat would suck. Okay, so I'm being a little over dramatic. But from me, what else do you expect?
Jordan
Oh, well.
Haha. So where did my last summer blog leave off? Camp, Amber, hmm...pretty much, I was rarely home. I had the best time ever with all of my amazing friends. They make me who I am :) We went to Grandaddy's beach house in St. Mary's, GA for four days. I brought my friend Gabrielle, and Blake brought his friend Steven. It was a blast! What else? Um, I spent a WHOLE lotta time with my freshman girls, Sarah, Courtney, and Ronni. Overall, that's pretty much it. I think. I'll fill you in more if I think of anything else? But I feel like I had to finish up SOMETHING about my two months out of school, or else there would be a hole in my heart forever, and thaaat would suck. Okay, so I'm being a little over dramatic. But from me, what else do you expect?
Jordan
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Jordan's Condensed Summer...
Shoot me. I'm sorry. Someone should sue me for horrid blogging ability. Buuut, what's done is done. So I will fill you in on my summer speedily and elaborate on a few high points! Here we go.
**CAMP! So, with my bff Cwizzle, I decided to go to youth camp at Orange Beach. It was pretty amazing. Not full-blown amazing, like I have experienced and was expecting, but it wasn't bad. I made a lot of amazing memories with Court, Megan, Mikaila, and Cristen. Good times when girls go crazy and rock out in the middle of the night, huh? I'm not sure that this description is adequate. I'll do a more in depth one below.
So, in my past, I have been to 3 INCREDIBLY AMAZING FANTASTIC WONDERFUL LIFE-CHANGING camp-like summer experiences that I will NEVER EVER forget. Because of them I am not the same person I would have been otherwise. I came to realize that every year, I expected more and more and received. I'm thinking my expectations were too high to reach maybe. But the thing is, I'm not sure if anyone from the particular youth group I went with to Student Life 2009 at Orange Beach reads my blog, so I'll just say that it's not as much fun being part of people who have never experienced full-blown Jesus and don't understand. Like, I'm sure they grew a lot as Christians, but I just got a little spark of the fresh Jesus fire I was looking for. But whatever, I'm glad I went.
**Amber! So, when I was at camp, my mom called me to tell me that my friend Amber (more on that in a sec) had CALLED me. I was amazed. So, I'm not going to tell you how I did it, but I called her back. (Let's just say I had to do a lot of sweet-talking and eyelash-batting) She didn't answer. So I went on with my camp life, and got back on a Tuesday. When I got home, she had left me a VOICEMAIL! She wanted to hang out. I'll now explain why this was sooo crazy.
See, Amber and I have been best friends pretty much since 7th grade, when we met at McDonough Christian Academy. I knew that separating and going to different high schools was going to be hard on our friendship, but I was pretty sure that we could still make it work. And, it was working. We saw each other roughly once a month and talked about once a week. Until February. In February she met her boyfriend, Zakk. The last time I had hung out with her was the day after she and Zakk's very first date. So, to all of you out there who have been teenagers, let me just say, it's really hard to have your BFF pick a boy over you. You all probably already knew that, but let's just say it KILLED me. I tried to talk to her often, but she was always too busy. She told me that she and Zakk were together so much, that it would be hard for us to get a chance to be together. I knew that if I tried to tell her she was doing something wrong by leaving me behind, she would pull away from me even more. I have never experienced that kind of emotion before. Finally, in early June I decided to stop trying to contact her. What was even the point? All of my other friends knew how much her decision had hurt me. They told me she wasn't worth it, but I knew she was. So I decided to just let her come to me, knowing with a heavy heart that that might never happen.
Like I previously said, that camp wasn't life-changing. But at it I did decide to let Amber go and move on with my life. Coincidentally, she had decided to contact me right when I made that decision.
So when I got home, I called her back. She was like "Hey! Do you mind if I come over tonight?" Pretty much I was awestruck, dumbfounded, and on my second wind (I had just gotten back a few hours ago from camp and had five days and about 20 hours total of sleep. Give or take. Mostly take.) I asked my mom, and that night Beverly dropped Amber off. Now, I'm not gonna lie. I'm a pretty decent actress. I love theater, and being in it. So I was shocked when I couldn't even pretend that I was okay with Amber. I didn't know what she was doing at my house, and couldn't hide it. I wasn't talking, looking her in the eye, and I was pretty sure if I said too much, I would start crying. I'm not emotional, AT ALL, but this whole situation was weirding me out. Amber asked if we could go swimming. A huge part of me and Amber' s friendship has been by the pool, on the deck, specifically. We have had so many talks about life and laughed so hard we cried there. I agreed, and we got in our bathing suits and headed outside. (It was late, about 10:00 PM then, as it always had been when we would go out for our late-night talks) We got in the water. Amber acted as if everything was the same as it used to be. I got on a float, and she got in the inner tube. Then she came over and rested her chin on my arm. I was kinda freaked that she was being so touchy. It was the old Amber, not the new and boyfriend-loving Amber. She talked about school and stuff, and I gave mindless answers.
Finally she said "Wanna go on the deck?" I said "Umm, sure." We got out of the water and dried off, and the laid out on the deck chairs. She was talking about how she had changed this year. I was doing more of the whole,"Uh-huh. Yeah." thing when she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "What?" I asked, confused. She said "I realize what I have been doing to you and I'm sorry. You're worth more than that. Zakk will never be as important as you are. I don't know how you've put up with me so long, treating you like you're worthless. I've been pushing you aside and it's not fair. I came over because I don't want to lose you and was afraid I already had." I am pretty sure I skipped a heartbeat or two at that point. I didn't even know what to say. Me, not having an answer? Yeah, that's just not like me. I finally just put my head in my hands. She was crying hard at that point. I guess she didn't know if I was about to tell her off or what. She said "What? What?" and I finally looked up and told her "I didn't think you knew. You don't know how much you have put me through. All of my friends know how much this hurt me, and they said I should just forget you. But I knew I couldn't. I can't believe you realized it. I can't believe it." We kinda sat there in silence for a minute, me in disbelief. Amber said that she realized what she had done a few days before when she was talking to her mom about what a good friend I was and she hadn't talked to me in awhile. When her mom asked her why that was, Amber realized because she had been treating me like crap. As soon as it hit her, she freaked out. She told me she cried herself to sleep that night. I was amazed that she cared. Beyond words amazed.
Then Amber said (and sorry for the language here, but it's kind of necessary.) "I'm sorry I was such a bitch."
I replied," You weren't a bitch."
We both sat there for a second.
Amber retaliated after considering that. "Yeah, I was."
I paused for a second. "Mm, yeah, you were."
Then we laughed. It felt so good to laugh with her. We had a great time together that night, it was like nothing had ever changed. I was just so happy and satisfied with my life because that was the major thing bringing me down all of the time. I loved that we were close again.
Holy crap, that was a freaking long post. Well, I don't think that was a very condensed version of my summer, more like the first week or so. More later, when I don't have SO much to say. Moral of the story? Never give up on true friendship. If it's true, it won't fail you.
Xoxo.
Jordan Elizabeth =]
**CAMP! So, with my bff Cwizzle, I decided to go to youth camp at Orange Beach. It was pretty amazing. Not full-blown amazing, like I have experienced and was expecting, but it wasn't bad. I made a lot of amazing memories with Court, Megan, Mikaila, and Cristen. Good times when girls go crazy and rock out in the middle of the night, huh? I'm not sure that this description is adequate. I'll do a more in depth one below.
So, in my past, I have been to 3 INCREDIBLY AMAZING FANTASTIC WONDERFUL LIFE-CHANGING camp-like summer experiences that I will NEVER EVER forget. Because of them I am not the same person I would have been otherwise. I came to realize that every year, I expected more and more and received. I'm thinking my expectations were too high to reach maybe. But the thing is, I'm not sure if anyone from the particular youth group I went with to Student Life 2009 at Orange Beach reads my blog, so I'll just say that it's not as much fun being part of people who have never experienced full-blown Jesus and don't understand. Like, I'm sure they grew a lot as Christians, but I just got a little spark of the fresh Jesus fire I was looking for. But whatever, I'm glad I went.
**Amber! So, when I was at camp, my mom called me to tell me that my friend Amber (more on that in a sec) had CALLED me. I was amazed. So, I'm not going to tell you how I did it, but I called her back. (Let's just say I had to do a lot of sweet-talking and eyelash-batting) She didn't answer. So I went on with my camp life, and got back on a Tuesday. When I got home, she had left me a VOICEMAIL! She wanted to hang out. I'll now explain why this was sooo crazy.
See, Amber and I have been best friends pretty much since 7th grade, when we met at McDonough Christian Academy. I knew that separating and going to different high schools was going to be hard on our friendship, but I was pretty sure that we could still make it work. And, it was working. We saw each other roughly once a month and talked about once a week. Until February. In February she met her boyfriend, Zakk. The last time I had hung out with her was the day after she and Zakk's very first date. So, to all of you out there who have been teenagers, let me just say, it's really hard to have your BFF pick a boy over you. You all probably already knew that, but let's just say it KILLED me. I tried to talk to her often, but she was always too busy. She told me that she and Zakk were together so much, that it would be hard for us to get a chance to be together. I knew that if I tried to tell her she was doing something wrong by leaving me behind, she would pull away from me even more. I have never experienced that kind of emotion before. Finally, in early June I decided to stop trying to contact her. What was even the point? All of my other friends knew how much her decision had hurt me. They told me she wasn't worth it, but I knew she was. So I decided to just let her come to me, knowing with a heavy heart that that might never happen.
Like I previously said, that camp wasn't life-changing. But at it I did decide to let Amber go and move on with my life. Coincidentally, she had decided to contact me right when I made that decision.
So when I got home, I called her back. She was like "Hey! Do you mind if I come over tonight?" Pretty much I was awestruck, dumbfounded, and on my second wind (I had just gotten back a few hours ago from camp and had five days and about 20 hours total of sleep. Give or take. Mostly take.) I asked my mom, and that night Beverly dropped Amber off. Now, I'm not gonna lie. I'm a pretty decent actress. I love theater, and being in it. So I was shocked when I couldn't even pretend that I was okay with Amber. I didn't know what she was doing at my house, and couldn't hide it. I wasn't talking, looking her in the eye, and I was pretty sure if I said too much, I would start crying. I'm not emotional, AT ALL, but this whole situation was weirding me out. Amber asked if we could go swimming. A huge part of me and Amber' s friendship has been by the pool, on the deck, specifically. We have had so many talks about life and laughed so hard we cried there. I agreed, and we got in our bathing suits and headed outside. (It was late, about 10:00 PM then, as it always had been when we would go out for our late-night talks) We got in the water. Amber acted as if everything was the same as it used to be. I got on a float, and she got in the inner tube. Then she came over and rested her chin on my arm. I was kinda freaked that she was being so touchy. It was the old Amber, not the new and boyfriend-loving Amber. She talked about school and stuff, and I gave mindless answers.
Finally she said "Wanna go on the deck?" I said "Umm, sure." We got out of the water and dried off, and the laid out on the deck chairs. She was talking about how she had changed this year. I was doing more of the whole,"Uh-huh. Yeah." thing when she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "What?" I asked, confused. She said "I realize what I have been doing to you and I'm sorry. You're worth more than that. Zakk will never be as important as you are. I don't know how you've put up with me so long, treating you like you're worthless. I've been pushing you aside and it's not fair. I came over because I don't want to lose you and was afraid I already had." I am pretty sure I skipped a heartbeat or two at that point. I didn't even know what to say. Me, not having an answer? Yeah, that's just not like me. I finally just put my head in my hands. She was crying hard at that point. I guess she didn't know if I was about to tell her off or what. She said "What? What?" and I finally looked up and told her "I didn't think you knew. You don't know how much you have put me through. All of my friends know how much this hurt me, and they said I should just forget you. But I knew I couldn't. I can't believe you realized it. I can't believe it." We kinda sat there in silence for a minute, me in disbelief. Amber said that she realized what she had done a few days before when she was talking to her mom about what a good friend I was and she hadn't talked to me in awhile. When her mom asked her why that was, Amber realized because she had been treating me like crap. As soon as it hit her, she freaked out. She told me she cried herself to sleep that night. I was amazed that she cared. Beyond words amazed.
Then Amber said (and sorry for the language here, but it's kind of necessary.) "I'm sorry I was such a bitch."
I replied," You weren't a bitch."
We both sat there for a second.
Amber retaliated after considering that. "Yeah, I was."
I paused for a second. "Mm, yeah, you were."
Then we laughed. It felt so good to laugh with her. We had a great time together that night, it was like nothing had ever changed. I was just so happy and satisfied with my life because that was the major thing bringing me down all of the time. I loved that we were close again.
Holy crap, that was a freaking long post. Well, I don't think that was a very condensed version of my summer, more like the first week or so. More later, when I don't have SO much to say. Moral of the story? Never give up on true friendship. If it's true, it won't fail you.
Xoxo.
Jordan Elizabeth =]
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Summer 2009- Week 1
I officially decided that I want to be a journalist someday. Like, fo rizzle. Writing is what I love. So the question remains, why can't I keep up with a blog?
Well, now I have a responsibility. I have to write about every week. Because if every week is as busy as this past one, (and I hope that's true) then there will be a lot to tell. Let's take this from the last day of school, shall we?
Thursday (Last day of NCC!)- Exams, eww. That's all I can really say about those things. Plus that just because you finish your English exam before me (Monroe) doesn't mean you got a better grade (what then!). After having a "group therapy session" with some amazing folks, it was time to go. I took Sarah with me and we left our freshman year behind us when we walked out the doors. (That sounded way more dramatic than what we did, but whatever, that's what happened!)
We went with Mom to hunt for some way to make her superlative certificates for her preschoolers look much cooler. Sarah used her mad artists skills, breathed deeply near the paper section of Micheal's, and made some amazing sparkly certificates. Plus, I got gold stars! If you know me, then you know that that's a good thing, for me at least. After that, we went to eat Mexican with Dad. ("Yes, Sarah, we don't believe in beverages. We are on a strictly solid diet.") Spontanaeity struck, and we speed-demoned it to Jake's play at Griffin Christian. It had a great moral behind it, and I was impressed with my little Jaketh's acting ability. Kinda :)
After we came home, Sarah and I chilled and watched an amazing movie called "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith. It was fantastic; I loved it and the depth that it contained. This movie was to be watched by me three times in the next week because of it's amazingness! Deep conversations and inside jokes, and then sleep finally came!
Friday- We were up early to go visit the preschoolers of Jodeco Academy, my mom's school. They had an awesome program, and Sarah and I had a great time playing with them. I love that age group. The program and fun concluded, so Sarah, Dad, and I went to Sam's to get stuff for my party that night!
Well, it wasn't really a party. There was just Sarah, myself, Ronni, and Courtney. (Well, I don't know if you count Mr. Spock...that fact remains to be seen!) Our menu included: Honey BBQ wings, chips, and double doozies. Nice? Oh yes. Healthy? Not so much. When those two girls got there, they just added to the fun. We swam in 68 degree water and loved every second of being together. Sleep happened, but rather late!
Saturday- Ronni got picked up, then Sarah left me, and Courtney and I begged to go shopping. How could my mom resist? There was no way. She loves shopping. So, we headed to the movies first. Blake and Dad saw Terminator 3 while Mom, Court, and I saw Obsessed. Ahh! It was freaky and really good. Then we went shopping! New bathing suit for camp. Oh yeah!
***Update. Three months later. Yeah, I suck.***
So, I'm going to post this now, on August 21, and because I'm still a bad blogger, this is the only summer blogging I did. I promise I'll do better this school year! Lol. Please forgive? Love! XOXO.
Well, now I have a responsibility. I have to write about every week. Because if every week is as busy as this past one, (and I hope that's true) then there will be a lot to tell. Let's take this from the last day of school, shall we?
Thursday (Last day of NCC!)- Exams, eww. That's all I can really say about those things. Plus that just because you finish your English exam before me (Monroe) doesn't mean you got a better grade (what then!). After having a "group therapy session" with some amazing folks, it was time to go. I took Sarah with me and we left our freshman year behind us when we walked out the doors. (That sounded way more dramatic than what we did, but whatever, that's what happened!)
We went with Mom to hunt for some way to make her superlative certificates for her preschoolers look much cooler. Sarah used her mad artists skills, breathed deeply near the paper section of Micheal's, and made some amazing sparkly certificates. Plus, I got gold stars! If you know me, then you know that that's a good thing, for me at least. After that, we went to eat Mexican with Dad. ("Yes, Sarah, we don't believe in beverages. We are on a strictly solid diet.") Spontanaeity struck, and we speed-demoned it to Jake's play at Griffin Christian. It had a great moral behind it, and I was impressed with my little Jaketh's acting ability. Kinda :)
After we came home, Sarah and I chilled and watched an amazing movie called "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith. It was fantastic; I loved it and the depth that it contained. This movie was to be watched by me three times in the next week because of it's amazingness! Deep conversations and inside jokes, and then sleep finally came!
Friday- We were up early to go visit the preschoolers of Jodeco Academy, my mom's school. They had an awesome program, and Sarah and I had a great time playing with them. I love that age group. The program and fun concluded, so Sarah, Dad, and I went to Sam's to get stuff for my party that night!
Well, it wasn't really a party. There was just Sarah, myself, Ronni, and Courtney. (Well, I don't know if you count Mr. Spock...that fact remains to be seen!) Our menu included: Honey BBQ wings, chips, and double doozies. Nice? Oh yes. Healthy? Not so much. When those two girls got there, they just added to the fun. We swam in 68 degree water and loved every second of being together. Sleep happened, but rather late!
Saturday- Ronni got picked up, then Sarah left me, and Courtney and I begged to go shopping. How could my mom resist? There was no way. She loves shopping. So, we headed to the movies first. Blake and Dad saw Terminator 3 while Mom, Court, and I saw Obsessed. Ahh! It was freaky and really good. Then we went shopping! New bathing suit for camp. Oh yeah!
***Update. Three months later. Yeah, I suck.***
So, I'm going to post this now, on August 21, and because I'm still a bad blogger, this is the only summer blogging I did. I promise I'll do better this school year! Lol. Please forgive? Love! XOXO.
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