Taco Bell makes me laugh

So, I've discovered again how much I enjoy little things in life. jess and I went to taco bell today, and luckily, I remembered that their salsa packets say funny things.I know...silly....but believe me,....they are funny...
here you have a couple...enjoy....I think it's funnier if you picture me lookign through all of the packets, choosing the one that I like, and randomly laughing.......
"Of all those sauce packets, why me? why now?"
"Bike tires scare me"
"Not to be used as a flotation device"
"When I grow up, I want to be a waterbed."
"Nice palm. I read a great deal of pleasure in your future"
"Does a grilled stuft burrito qualify you for the car pool lane?"
"If you throw this, would it be a flying saucer?"
"Where are you taking me?"
"Pick me! Pick me!"

Precious laughs...I know...i hope you enjoed it as much as I did....I do think the taco bell people think that I'm crazy....oh well...
~k~

I feel......pretty.....

i wonder what makes you feel pretty.....
yesterday i was going to the library to work on some hw....I was not extremly dressed up....just the normal....but I felt SO pretty....like any guy who looked at me had to fall in love just because he glanced at me.....
......Wow.....
What was it? was it....i don't know....me? Maybe....I've changed quite a bit in the last days...for the good....my heart has bled to the point where it cannot bleed anymore...but that just made it produce newer, healthier blood....please don't be disgusted by all this blood talk....I'm sorry....
But you know .....it's great to feel this way.....even though no one says anything....He (my savior) says it everyday......
adn it's so much better to listen to Him than to some around you....
As Daver Barnes says about some....

"I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises heal and cuts will seal
but your words beat the life from me.

Sometimes your words are thick as lead,
You swing them strong upside my head.
But what hasn't killed has made me strong,
So i'll take my scars and move along.

I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises heal and cuts will seal
but your words beat the life from me.

Goodbye is the best way that I know,
To forgive and still be letting go.

I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones
than the words you say to me,
Cause i know bruises heal and cuts will seal
but your words beat the life from me. "

Sticks and Stones
Dave Barnes

A concert, no tickets, late wendy's, and a wierdo on the phone

So here I am, after having spent a really good time listenign Shawn McDonald in concert. He's really good and has an amazing testimony of redemption. Now, it took a lot for me to actually enjoy that and all starts the same way, a very dark rainy night....

I love being dramatic. Are you sweating yet?...oh yeah...a favorit phrase...not cameron's though....

Katie, allie, and I, were driving to Huntington to watch Shawn Mcdonald...after being frustrated by slow drivers, and many calls to make sure we were going in the right direction....finally we get there...just to find out that they don't have my ticket, and that they had just sold out....

Horrible...tell me about it...Oh yeah..so we stood there....wondering...becuase at those times there's nothign better you can do...believe me...no words..just wonder...

They found my ticket, and some guy had an extra ticket, so we were able to get in...good thing....Shawn...great concert...that's all i'll say.

to Wendy's later....dinning room closes at 11.....ridiculous....so we sat there trying to not make eye contact with the people trying to get in.

I come back and the phone rings....Some wierdo who supossedly got transfered to my room, and decided that since we were on the phone, he would just have a conversation with me. I was like ..."mmmm well mmm i'm about to go to bed...."

Wierdo - "go to bed?! it's a friday night"
me- trying to be polite "It's been a long day"
W. - "Awww had a bad day? what happened? Are you ok?"
m - "mmm...haaa...."
W. - "Are you ok?"
m. - "well it feels wierd talking to someone i don't know"
w. "oh...ok...well....mmm...I'll let you go..."
m. "yeah...bye"

CREEPY!!!!!! no other words just creepy.....


so i finally decided to go to bed in order to avoid any other crazy spychos who randomly decided to talk to me.
And that was my friday....
Now I retrive myself to my room, my books, and good music...just so I can make up for the Gilmore Girls marathon lying ahead...oh yeah....
Good bye...
So long

my quotable frases

I admit it...there is no time heather and I get toguether when there is nothing to quote or luagh at for the next three weeks.
most definitedly, mocha joe's is the place of choice for our display of laughter and sillyness. And for some strange reason pot always ends up having some part in our conversation.
Yes, Yes, I know what your thinking...and no...we do not smoke pot. How do I know you're thinking this....well...I'm just THAT good. yeah, yeah, thanks.
Anyway, here you have a couple.

Heather - Cute dog! makes seal noises while looking at my dog's pic.
Keren - It's a dog not a sea lion!!!

Jessica has been bugging me about having been smoking pot. It's three in the morning and smell something burning
K - Do you smell something burning?
Jessica - Keren, I knew you were smoking pot.
K - Heather! I told you not to put it in the toaster!!!

oh and many more to come....

Words....way too many...

I wonder if my words are enough, I wonder if they will get lost in the darkness of my background. But still...let them cry out until somebody hears them.But since I'm not telling anyone about this "blog" have fun finding it....or finding out who I am.
The truth....well ...here it goes...I'm a soul in search of what God has for me. This search is making me anxious and preocupied but here I am still waiting fo rhim to show up. No...I am not a writer...but my hand hurts when I write down my thought in a journal...this is way more convivnient....
So here I go...crawling into my bed to ponder till I'm way to tired to ponder and I finally fall asleep...it will take a while...but hey!....what else is there to do? hw i guess....but I refuse...at least for the rest of my night...

But I will return to talk about the wheather....the squirrels...or just my repetitive wierd dreams about me falling from a very tall building....

A bientot!