just because i'm wandering,

....that doesn't mean that i am lost!

i feel like everyone knows what to do, except for me. ha. no, seriously, they do! but it is okay because i've learned a lot from my year at century and i wouldn't trade it, my boring job at the bank, living at home when i'm nineteen, going to the gym on a regular basis (i'll explain), and all of the other countless blessings.

i would not trade:

1) my year at century, because i got my gpa up where it should be, was able to see how the world is and lives (because yes, i am sheltered...infact, just this morning at like seven-thirty when my dad and i were goofing off before i had to leave for work he started singing tina turner's "what's love got to do with it?" and then the next line, "...but a second hand emotion"...and it was then that i realized what she was actually saying/what she meant by it. ha. thanks, dad!!), and i also wouldn't trade my year at century because of the lovely little samantha, whom i love so much and learned SO much from her...i cannot put into words how much of a blessing she was/is, mythology was a blessing. can you believe it? one, i had to work my butt off and i ended up going from a strong D to an A+, so that alone taught me the value of honest hard work (if that makes sense), and so much of mythology alludes (or illudes? i always mess that up..i think it is alludes because it has the prefix "a" which means "to") to Scripture and i got to speak up in class and give the Gospel and tell of Grace (which was something that used to terrify me, because i'm quite possibly the most insecure person you know...but i'm secure in Christ and it's His work not mine, so i don't have to be worried about that one), and my composition one teacher made me a better writer and now my composition two teacher makes me argue my point and is making me stretch farther than i have ever before (which is SUCH a good thing...even though i probably complain saying: "hey, i have to write this stupid paper..it is six pages long...ughh!" stop me and remind me that i love it and enjoy it and it is further developing whatever i have going on there. so yeah, tell me to shut up when i complain, okay?!?!), and i met lots of boys and realized how thankful i am for having not dated in high school.

2) my boring job at the bank, because of the AMAZING people that i have met, the slower-paced working environment which sometimes i hate but really it is a huge blessing and i have to remind myself to see the good in it (for example, i'm at the drive up right now and i basically spend every saturday morning in the Word and doing homework and drinking coffee...i like that), and working here has shown me money...and the good and bad of it and it has reminded and reinforced the fact that i need to be a good steward of what has been given to me. and it will be sad to move on from the job in the coming months, but i will take away so so so much from it.

3) living at home when i'm nineteen, because my parents are simply amazing and i want to be like my mom and marry someone like my dad. and my dad starts my car every single morning and washes and apple for me every single day and my mom, she makes me a healthy fruit smoothie in the morning, irons my clothes so they look nice and gives me space. and they have never once pushed me to do anything...example: go to college right away, get a degree in this, move out if you're an adult now, you're on your own, pay for insurance and this and that. nope. not them. they respect me and just want me to serve Christ. and in some funny way, living at home and staying with my parents (my mother especially), was exactly what/where God wanted me. their love is selfless. i want that someday. and i don't have to pay for rent or eat icky college cafeteria food...ha. so staying at home was not all that bad.

4) going to the gym on a regular basis, because of how much i have grown. they best things that have happened to me there are not physical. strange, huh? well, i guess instead of one mile, i can now run ten, and i can actually do push-ups now. but that does not matter. what matters is emily. she is one of the nicest, prettiest, loveliest, and most honest people you'll ever meet (i realize that sentence sounds funny but i can think of how else to say it with those words), and i respect and admire her so much. sometimes i forget she's like 34, and married and has four kids. ha. she is such a blessing. i love working out with her. and let us not forget zach...

oh zach.
biggest mistake everrrr. except not really.
and i'm so glad i had a random act of not thinking and giving some random guy my number. because, let's face it...i don't do that. i'm shy. anyways, i'm never, no never, dating again. no, seriously, i am not. i'm just going to marry my best friend and he can be the first guy i kiss and so on. that would be nice. or maybe i will never get married, and honestly, that is okay, too.

so there.
random saturday morning blabbing.

to every single person in my life.
aka-alyssa, carrie, andrea, and leah>>>because they are the only people reading this...

i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.
i love you.

here or there?
i'd like to go there.

Happy Love Day!!!! or something!!!