Friday, April 29, 2011

School Year Memories.

My fourth year of college is done. And it doesn't feel like it. It doesn't feel like I've been in college for four years and it doesn't feel like it's over. It doesn't feel like next year will be my LAST year. (ew). But, whatever. Here's a trip down memory lane, eh? With some favorite memories.

-When Amy Seiffert got pregnant.
-Seeing mountains in New Hampshire. It was beautiful.
-Mustache party and sparkle party.
-Watching Jesus meet my friend.
-Breaking bread with Amy and Rob.
-When Robby told me I was his friend.
-When Katie came home from India and layed in my bed and shared life with me.
-Easter with the Duvalls.
-Finding out I'm spending my summer in Colorado.
-Car rides home with Amy after Cru.
-The thousands of times Libby Foulds and I laughed so hard together.
-Getting on a roof in downtown BG.
-Working out with Kristin Wilson.
-The night I went to prayer and encouragement night and we sat around and encouraged each other.
-The nights Katie let me cry on her.
-The day Emily Fox taught me how to do a handstand.
-The time I got on stage at Cru and said something inappropriate.
-The night I saw the BIGGEST comet I EVER saw.
-The time Amy took me to wintergarden.
-Watching the first snow fall to the ground out my window.
-Making peace with my Dad.
-Getting a tap dancing orange tattooed on my ass.
-Eating meals with Tiffany, Grace and Amy Schuler.
-Getting the best letter ever from Elizabeth Fraizer.
-Kate Bonko as my pen pal.
-Learning about Grace.
-When we took grapes to Grace.
-Watching Roseanne upside down with Shayna.

Can you think of anymore? Share them with me!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

You are a park bench at the bottom of the ocean.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I feel lonely all the time and I'm struggling to figure out how to make it stop.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Can't depend on people; must depend on God.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Dear eight page paper,

You are the bane of my existence. You are ugly, cruel and I hate your rotting, filthy guts. Your page length requirements made me want to punch you in the face. You are a terrible being. Even your mom hates you. That's how awful you are. You ruined my entire day and have ruined many other days of my entire schooling career. You are pointless to do and only exist to make me angry and nervous and lose sleep. You provide nothing for my education. You are mean to me and I hate you.