Okay. I'll admit to one great thing about the new Blogger. That is the Profile feature. Michelle was correct in saying so and I'll second her notion that the Profiles are perfect for finding more quality blogs, ones I just haven't discovered yet. I'll put my profile in the sidebar, probably below my email. New quality reading is always something to be thankful for.
Stuff you may or may not have known...
My name is Carly Bishop. My middle name is Nicole. I'm 20 years old, which means I was born during 1984. I know someone who graduated from high school that year.
I grew up in southern California. I was nine when we moved. It was the summer of 1993 and my dad had a new job at Microsoft. Our dog's name was "Yogi" and he was a chocolate labrador.
We lived in an apartment for the first month that we lived in Washington. We had to wait for our things to arrive in the moving trucks. We moved into our new house in August, which was originally a peachy-white colour, but we painted it blue a few years later. The property was shy of one acre, but four times larger than our property in Long Beach.
In the fall, I started fourth grade at Bear Creek Elementary school. My teacher's name was Mr. Ross. Our class was split into two groups, the "Dragons" and the "Dinosaurs". I was named the leader of the Dragons for the first week of school and I let our group go to recess first because we were the quietest group. But Leah was a Dinosaur and she was mad at me. One week later, we sat next to each other on the bus and we almost always sat together after that.
My brother will be 17 in August and my sister will be 23 in August. I was born in January. My parents were married in September of 1979, so they have been married for 25 years. They run a dog training business together and they were recently named "Seattle's Best Bet for Your Pet" in Seattle Magazine. They have four dogs of their own, all labradors, and their names are "Betty/Magic", "Boomer", "Moose", and "Zoom".
I graduated from high school in 2002. I sat between my two best friends, Leah and Stephanie, in the front row of our Commencement. Our gowns were white. It was more fun than people would have thought.
I love to travel. I like airports and to meet different people there. O'Hare International Airport in Chicago is my favourite airport. It has cool lights and fun trance music that plays while you walk to your gate. I took a picture of it. I get to visit O'Hare again next Wednesday.
Leah is making Lietuvian food at her house tonight. I'm a picky eater. I hope I like the food. Otherwise, I'll feel bad.
My name is Carly Bishop. My middle name is Nicole. I'm 20 years old, which means I was born during 1984. I know someone who graduated from high school that year.
I grew up in southern California. I was nine when we moved. It was the summer of 1993 and my dad had a new job at Microsoft. Our dog's name was "Yogi" and he was a chocolate labrador.
We lived in an apartment for the first month that we lived in Washington. We had to wait for our things to arrive in the moving trucks. We moved into our new house in August, which was originally a peachy-white colour, but we painted it blue a few years later. The property was shy of one acre, but four times larger than our property in Long Beach.
In the fall, I started fourth grade at Bear Creek Elementary school. My teacher's name was Mr. Ross. Our class was split into two groups, the "Dragons" and the "Dinosaurs". I was named the leader of the Dragons for the first week of school and I let our group go to recess first because we were the quietest group. But Leah was a Dinosaur and she was mad at me. One week later, we sat next to each other on the bus and we almost always sat together after that.
My brother will be 17 in August and my sister will be 23 in August. I was born in January. My parents were married in September of 1979, so they have been married for 25 years. They run a dog training business together and they were recently named "Seattle's Best Bet for Your Pet" in Seattle Magazine. They have four dogs of their own, all labradors, and their names are "Betty/Magic", "Boomer", "Moose", and "Zoom".
I graduated from high school in 2002. I sat between my two best friends, Leah and Stephanie, in the front row of our Commencement. Our gowns were white. It was more fun than people would have thought.
I love to travel. I like airports and to meet different people there. O'Hare International Airport in Chicago is my favourite airport. It has cool lights and fun trance music that plays while you walk to your gate. I took a picture of it. I get to visit O'Hare again next Wednesday.
Leah is making Lietuvian food at her house tonight. I'm a picky eater. I hope I like the food. Otherwise, I'll feel bad.
Just so people know, I'm leaving next Wednesday to visit Andy in Tennessee. If any of you are curious, let me assure you, things have blossomed beautifully since leaving Atlanta nearly four weeks ago. And visiting him will be pure sunshine to help nourish this budding flower (please oh please excuse the analogy) that seems to be growing everyday.
But I have found that I'm neglecting my readers. Ages ago, I used to post once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Will I fade away as my hero did? Will I be 94 years old and still poking away at some keyboard, satisfying nosey readers and fulfilling this fake form of popularity? Is my blog my only hope for having any sort of influence in the world (wide web)? Dear God, I hope not...
These last few weeks, I've been at a loss as to what to say or write. I've come to realize that I definitely talk a lot, but I'm not saying much...
But just the same, people still want to know. I have grammatics and correct spelling and that seems enough to keep people coming back. Who they are, I'm not always sure. Why they're interested, I have no clue. But if I stopped writing, I fear something horrible might happen. Like a disgruntled email from some unknown person living 2,391 miles away from me. That would be devastating...
So this much is true. I'll be writing a lot in the next few days leading up to the moment I leave. I doubt I'll have much of a chance to post anything during my week in Tennessee, but I'll be taking notes--the mental kind--and eventually, they'll make their way in the form of italacized adverbs (for emphasis) and occasional hypertext. And all will be right again. I promise.
But I have found that I'm neglecting my readers. Ages ago, I used to post once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Will I fade away as my hero did? Will I be 94 years old and still poking away at some keyboard, satisfying nosey readers and fulfilling this fake form of popularity? Is my blog my only hope for having any sort of influence in the world (wide web)? Dear God, I hope not...
These last few weeks, I've been at a loss as to what to say or write. I've come to realize that I definitely talk a lot, but I'm not saying much...
But just the same, people still want to know. I have grammatics and correct spelling and that seems enough to keep people coming back. Who they are, I'm not always sure. Why they're interested, I have no clue. But if I stopped writing, I fear something horrible might happen. Like a disgruntled email from some unknown person living 2,391 miles away from me. That would be devastating...
So this much is true. I'll be writing a lot in the next few days leading up to the moment I leave. I doubt I'll have much of a chance to post anything during my week in Tennessee, but I'll be taking notes--the mental kind--and eventually, they'll make their way in the form of italacized adverbs (for emphasis) and occasional hypertext. And all will be right again. I promise.
Is he for real?
Andy What time is your class tomorrow?
Carly It starts at 8:45.
Andy Okay. I'll set my watch for 11:45...
Carly Huh? Why?
Andy Because I want to remember to pray for you at that time. That way you'll feel better about your presentation.
It's one thing to say something this sweet, but to actually do it?? That just blows my mind.
Andy What time is your class tomorrow?
Carly It starts at 8:45.
Andy Okay. I'll set my watch for 11:45...
Carly Huh? Why?
Andy Because I want to remember to pray for you at that time. That way you'll feel better about your presentation.
It's one thing to say something this sweet, but to actually do it?? That just blows my mind.
Another brush with the past...
I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but he's kind of hard to miss. He is one of my former youth pastors (even though he wasn't technically) and I haven't seen him since I was 16 years old. The last memory I have of Mike was at Creation Fest, perhaps three years back, sitting underneath the stars and discussing the existance of God. It's one of my favourite memories.
A big man, he still looks exactly the same. He has the same short curly blonde hair and the same blonde mustache and same bright white teeth, always ready to bare a smile. Soon after I saw Mike, I also saw his son, Jonathan, who has grown six feet since I saw him last.
I quickly made my way to them and even though it'd been years since he'd seen me, it was almost as if no time had passed. Mike acted as though he half-expected to see me.
So of course, you know how it goes. What are you up to? How are you these days? Where are you living now? Do you visit these people still? Etc. Etc.
Mike updated me on his family. He is now a principal at a Christian school and working in ministry full time as a youth pastor. Jonathan is currently in the eighth grade, but still possesses a harsh lisp (which he'll grow out of, seeing as how the rest of his body is growing an inch every minute). Mike also updated me on some other people from the church. Another former youth pastor is no longer pastoring and another good friend of mine is now training to become a pastor. Two of my other friends are still married, which is good news and another one of my friends is having a hard time at getting into school due to how he can't seem to get someone else to babysit his siblings.
We ended up having a longer discussion than I had anticipated, due to how Mike is so keen on reading people. We continued to talk about things I hadn't heard about (not gossip, mind you) and I will now pray for those things and those people on a regular basis. But like I said, Mike can read people and he told me of how his gift of discernment has affected a lot of the kids I knew growing up in youth group. Specific issues that no one ever knew about because no one ever talked about them, but Mike still knew of because of his gift to see them plain as day.
Shocked at how right he was, I could not resist to ask, "Gosh, Mike! What do you see around me?!"
He laughed and we chatted a bit more. Was he avoiding my question? I'm not sure. But it wasn't long before he gave me an answer.
Mike smiled and sighed. He looked down at me (from six feet, five inches) and he said, "You really want to know what I see around you?"
"Yes, I do." I really did.
"Depression."
Mike was always wise.
"Depression?"
He nodded, "Yeah... Something about worrying about where you're going or if God is going to be there. But you don't have to worry about that, because He says that you can trust Him. He won't let you down."
"Yeah... I worry about my salvation a lot..."
"Oh, you don't need to. Because as long as you believe, then you're saved. I mean, it's not always that simple, but you know what I mean when I say that."
"Yeah, I do."
"And I'm not saying that you are depressed. I don't think it's clinical. I just see it around you. It's like anything else. Some people, it's sexual immorality. Other people, it's lying. It all depends on the person. And with you, I see depression."
"Well, that's good. I didn't think I was depressed, but I know what you're saying about it being around me. Thank you. That really helps me. Can I have your phone number for future help?"
"Absolutely."
So I got his number. In case I ever have any biblical questions, which happens quite regularly. Frankly, it was just good to have a hug from that big man and to hear him say "Everything's gonna be okay." It was like I'd been telling myself the same thing but it wasn't until I heard it from Mike that I actually believed it.
Yeah. Everything's gonna be okay.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but he's kind of hard to miss. He is one of my former youth pastors (even though he wasn't technically) and I haven't seen him since I was 16 years old. The last memory I have of Mike was at Creation Fest, perhaps three years back, sitting underneath the stars and discussing the existance of God. It's one of my favourite memories.
A big man, he still looks exactly the same. He has the same short curly blonde hair and the same blonde mustache and same bright white teeth, always ready to bare a smile. Soon after I saw Mike, I also saw his son, Jonathan, who has grown six feet since I saw him last.
I quickly made my way to them and even though it'd been years since he'd seen me, it was almost as if no time had passed. Mike acted as though he half-expected to see me.
So of course, you know how it goes. What are you up to? How are you these days? Where are you living now? Do you visit these people still? Etc. Etc.
Mike updated me on his family. He is now a principal at a Christian school and working in ministry full time as a youth pastor. Jonathan is currently in the eighth grade, but still possesses a harsh lisp (which he'll grow out of, seeing as how the rest of his body is growing an inch every minute). Mike also updated me on some other people from the church. Another former youth pastor is no longer pastoring and another good friend of mine is now training to become a pastor. Two of my other friends are still married, which is good news and another one of my friends is having a hard time at getting into school due to how he can't seem to get someone else to babysit his siblings.
We ended up having a longer discussion than I had anticipated, due to how Mike is so keen on reading people. We continued to talk about things I hadn't heard about (not gossip, mind you) and I will now pray for those things and those people on a regular basis. But like I said, Mike can read people and he told me of how his gift of discernment has affected a lot of the kids I knew growing up in youth group. Specific issues that no one ever knew about because no one ever talked about them, but Mike still knew of because of his gift to see them plain as day.
Shocked at how right he was, I could not resist to ask, "Gosh, Mike! What do you see around me?!"
He laughed and we chatted a bit more. Was he avoiding my question? I'm not sure. But it wasn't long before he gave me an answer.
Mike smiled and sighed. He looked down at me (from six feet, five inches) and he said, "You really want to know what I see around you?"
"Yes, I do." I really did.
"Depression."
Mike was always wise.
"Depression?"
He nodded, "Yeah... Something about worrying about where you're going or if God is going to be there. But you don't have to worry about that, because He says that you can trust Him. He won't let you down."
"Yeah... I worry about my salvation a lot..."
"Oh, you don't need to. Because as long as you believe, then you're saved. I mean, it's not always that simple, but you know what I mean when I say that."
"Yeah, I do."
"And I'm not saying that you are depressed. I don't think it's clinical. I just see it around you. It's like anything else. Some people, it's sexual immorality. Other people, it's lying. It all depends on the person. And with you, I see depression."
"Well, that's good. I didn't think I was depressed, but I know what you're saying about it being around me. Thank you. That really helps me. Can I have your phone number for future help?"
"Absolutely."
So I got his number. In case I ever have any biblical questions, which happens quite regularly. Frankly, it was just good to have a hug from that big man and to hear him say "Everything's gonna be okay." It was like I'd been telling myself the same thing but it wasn't until I heard it from Mike that I actually believed it.
Yeah. Everything's gonna be okay.
One of the strangest things in the world is when you run into someone from your past. Doesn't quite matter if they were evil or good--it generates a lot of the same feelings.
Shock.
Wonder.
A sense of history.
When I haven't anything to do, I'll go to Guitar Center to jam in the acoustic room. It helps relieve some stress and it's always fun. A few weeks back, I ran into a friend of mine from about a year ago. He was introduced to me by The Leah at her Going Away to School party. We went to lunch, it was nice, and we've met up a couple times since then.
After a long day of driving around, taking care of life's junk, I decided to end the evening and stopped at GC to play my favourite Taylor in hopes to relax and "take things in". I reached for the door to the acoustic room but stopped when someone said my name.
"Carly?!"
I shot around and found myself staring at someone I hadn't seen in nearly a year. We went to high school together. We met our sophomore year in high school. When I started taking my guitar to school everyday, he taught me a great deal, as I was just starting to play. I had a crush on him off-and-on up until we graduated in June of 2002, but he was anti-everything and everyone and therefore, I resolved to be his friend and make fun of him to his face whenever possible.
Kellen Anderson. Or maybe it's Andersen? No, it's Anderson. I remember when he told me he couldn't wait to apply to Guitar Center "...as soon as I turn 18!" And there he was, working and setting equipment up. We stood there and chatted for an hour before he went with me to look at guitars and while he "pitched" a sale, we caught each other up on our lives and I kept thinking, Since when does Kellen have long hair?
"I can't afford to get it cut. I hate it."
Poor guy. But seeing him brought back so many memories. He seemed so incredibly happy. That kid was never happy in high school. Ever. Ever ever ever. And he was stoked! About nothing in particular! I had no idea he was ever like that. It was good to see him.
I'll be inviting him and his best friend (Robby, who I see at school all the time) to our apartment for the party Amy and I plan on throwing. Eventually... Gah... We want to have a party so bad.
Send me money so I can throw a party and have friends again.
Love, carly.
Shock.
Wonder.
A sense of history.
When I haven't anything to do, I'll go to Guitar Center to jam in the acoustic room. It helps relieve some stress and it's always fun. A few weeks back, I ran into a friend of mine from about a year ago. He was introduced to me by The Leah at her Going Away to School party. We went to lunch, it was nice, and we've met up a couple times since then.
After a long day of driving around, taking care of life's junk, I decided to end the evening and stopped at GC to play my favourite Taylor in hopes to relax and "take things in". I reached for the door to the acoustic room but stopped when someone said my name.
"Carly?!"
I shot around and found myself staring at someone I hadn't seen in nearly a year. We went to high school together. We met our sophomore year in high school. When I started taking my guitar to school everyday, he taught me a great deal, as I was just starting to play. I had a crush on him off-and-on up until we graduated in June of 2002, but he was anti-everything and everyone and therefore, I resolved to be his friend and make fun of him to his face whenever possible.
Kellen Anderson. Or maybe it's Andersen? No, it's Anderson. I remember when he told me he couldn't wait to apply to Guitar Center "...as soon as I turn 18!" And there he was, working and setting equipment up. We stood there and chatted for an hour before he went with me to look at guitars and while he "pitched" a sale, we caught each other up on our lives and I kept thinking, Since when does Kellen have long hair?
"I can't afford to get it cut. I hate it."
Poor guy. But seeing him brought back so many memories. He seemed so incredibly happy. That kid was never happy in high school. Ever. Ever ever ever. And he was stoked! About nothing in particular! I had no idea he was ever like that. It was good to see him.
I'll be inviting him and his best friend (Robby, who I see at school all the time) to our apartment for the party Amy and I plan on throwing. Eventually... Gah... We want to have a party so bad.
Send me money so I can throw a party and have friends again.
Love, carly.
Remember when I quit my job in February? Remember how much I hated retail? Remember how I'd hoped to be self-employed by March? Remember???
If you remember all that, then you will know that I have been more than successful. There's a lot more involved than I anticipated, but it's worth it when I think about carrying bags of dog food to a customer's car.
I remember the night I started painting in hopes to make a couple spare bucks online and I'm still doing it. Babysitting once or twice a week helps (more than you'd think) and seeing the kids is stress relieving. And housesitting? I make twice as much as I ever did at the store and I'm now housesitting an average three weeks out of every month.
But I'm still cheap. And don't spend my money on anything and everything I lay my eyes on. Because even with all of that, I still have bills to pay and not a lot to pay it all off with. But the fact is that I have money leftover at the end of the day. Even with rent and car insurance and my cell phone bill... All of them are paid, and I've managed to have plenty leftover.
Plenty. And I know it wouldn't be if not for God answering prayers and opening doors. Every time I ask myself "Is this going to work?" something else happens and it's as if God is literally pushing me through the doors.
I've bought a ticket to visit Andy in Tennessee during the first week of June. He's going to show me around town and take me to some nifty amusement parks and take me out to dinner... Why?? Because he wants to. There should be a pill made for those who are not as naturally gentleman-like. It would do the whole world somegood wonderful.
If you remember all that, then you will know that I have been more than successful. There's a lot more involved than I anticipated, but it's worth it when I think about carrying bags of dog food to a customer's car.
I remember the night I started painting in hopes to make a couple spare bucks online and I'm still doing it. Babysitting once or twice a week helps (more than you'd think) and seeing the kids is stress relieving. And housesitting? I make twice as much as I ever did at the store and I'm now housesitting an average three weeks out of every month.
But I'm still cheap. And don't spend my money on anything and everything I lay my eyes on. Because even with all of that, I still have bills to pay and not a lot to pay it all off with. But the fact is that I have money leftover at the end of the day. Even with rent and car insurance and my cell phone bill... All of them are paid, and I've managed to have plenty leftover.
Plenty. And I know it wouldn't be if not for God answering prayers and opening doors. Every time I ask myself "Is this going to work?" something else happens and it's as if God is literally pushing me through the doors.
I've bought a ticket to visit Andy in Tennessee during the first week of June. He's going to show me around town and take me to some nifty amusement parks and take me out to dinner... Why?? Because he wants to. There should be a pill made for those who are not as naturally gentleman-like. It would do the whole world some
If you've lived in one place for well over ten years, you probably should know what occurs regularly and naturally around the area. Certain events and specific weather changes during parts of the year are typically remembered or anticipated.
But for some reason, despite having lived in the Puget Sound for the last twelve years of my life, when May hits, I'm never prepared for the things that fly through the air everyday. There are cottonwood trees planted throughout this region and nearing the end of April, they bloom. And by May, the cotton releases its grip from the branches and flies through the air, traveling to different places, carrying seeds, all in hopes to land and hopefully begin new cottonwood life elsewhere. Although, the majority of the cotton will pile in clumps along the roadside, only to quiver slightly whenever another car should pass.
And for me, I don't quite enjoy the simulated snowy effect (despite how cool it really looks) because of my bodily reactions, which include itchy eyes, itchy throat, and relentless sneezing from the moment I leave the house until the moment I get into my car.
Even now, I don't know when it'll stop. I can't recall how long this sort of thing lasts. When the final piece of cotton will fall and will wash away with the rest of its kind, down the streets and into the sewers. I suppose I'll just have to wait it out. In the meantime, I have a compilation of different medications located in my bathroom and my car to help me through this time. What with two different pills, a nose spray, and an inhaler, I think I'm ready to battle the Allergy War. Bring it on, Colonel Cottonwood. Bring it on...
But for some reason, despite having lived in the Puget Sound for the last twelve years of my life, when May hits, I'm never prepared for the things that fly through the air everyday. There are cottonwood trees planted throughout this region and nearing the end of April, they bloom. And by May, the cotton releases its grip from the branches and flies through the air, traveling to different places, carrying seeds, all in hopes to land and hopefully begin new cottonwood life elsewhere. Although, the majority of the cotton will pile in clumps along the roadside, only to quiver slightly whenever another car should pass.
And for me, I don't quite enjoy the simulated snowy effect (despite how cool it really looks) because of my bodily reactions, which include itchy eyes, itchy throat, and relentless sneezing from the moment I leave the house until the moment I get into my car.
Even now, I don't know when it'll stop. I can't recall how long this sort of thing lasts. When the final piece of cotton will fall and will wash away with the rest of its kind, down the streets and into the sewers. I suppose I'll just have to wait it out. In the meantime, I have a compilation of different medications located in my bathroom and my car to help me through this time. What with two different pills, a nose spray, and an inhaler, I think I'm ready to battle the Allergy War. Bring it on, Colonel Cottonwood. Bring it on...
Reading Test
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I cdnuol't blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The paomnnehal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are; the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Things That Are Good
I just kicked my Geology test's ass. I have a wicked new cell phone. Ask me for my number. People are asking for paintings and paying me for them. I get to take a nap later today. I get to talk to Andy tonight. Andy and I get to talk tonight. Just like every night since I've been home.
Things That Are Not Good
The new blogger. Ugh.
Things That Are Not Good
Okay, okay...
Andy Duggan. He's a journalism major at Lee University in Tennessee. He loves music and would like to write about it professionally someday. He is a gentleman and has a wicked smile. We had a kickass time together. Whether we were at the festival or walking several blocks to and from the hotel, we never had a boring moment. Most of the moments we shared were magical ones. He took me to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when we didn't have anything else to do and when a thunderstorm hit Atlanta that night, we found ourselves drenched head-to-toe and laughing uncontrollably at the chaos. He's quiet and enjoys observing life in the same way I do. But he laughs out loud when there is something to laugh at. We just have a connection. Which has grown stronger everyday since I've been home. We talk every night for hours on end. He's the sweetest person I've ever met.
And he has invited me to visit him in Tennessee. A place I've never been before. But even if I had, I think I would venture just to see him again. Because these are the days when I will write the first pages to my story.
Andy Duggan. He's a journalism major at Lee University in Tennessee. He loves music and would like to write about it professionally someday. He is a gentleman and has a wicked smile. We had a kickass time together. Whether we were at the festival or walking several blocks to and from the hotel, we never had a boring moment. Most of the moments we shared were magical ones. He took me to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when we didn't have anything else to do and when a thunderstorm hit Atlanta that night, we found ourselves drenched head-to-toe and laughing uncontrollably at the chaos. He's quiet and enjoys observing life in the same way I do. But he laughs out loud when there is something to laugh at. We just have a connection. Which has grown stronger everyday since I've been home. We talk every night for hours on end. He's the sweetest person I've ever met.
And he has invited me to visit him in Tennessee. A place I've never been before. But even if I had, I think I would venture just to see him again. Because these are the days when I will write the first pages to my story.
Brother's got a blog!
bishbass.modblog.com
PS. I'll be taking credit for the picture he's using, thank you.
bishbass.modblog.com
PS. I'll be taking credit for the picture he's using, thank you.
Words I've ALWAYS Wanted to Hear
I don't know. There was something about you. You just stood out. - Andy Duggan
I don't know. There was something about you. You just stood out. - Andy Duggan
It's a special day. Because Ryan has returned home from Canada and we haven't been to Bubble Tea together since Christmas. Today, we shall reunite and return to the same place that began so many of our random adventures. Like that one night we never went home and watched the sunrise at Alki Beach whilst feeding a bonfire to keep warm.
I have to take advantage of this young man while his fiance is still in Canada. Because soon she will be here and I doubt I'll see much of him after her arrival. Darn that girl and her sweetness! Must she hog the freak as much as she does?! There's just no other freak like him. He's definitely the tallest.
I have to take advantage of this young man while his fiance is still in Canada. Because soon she will be here and I doubt I'll see much of him after her arrival. Darn that girl and her sweetness! Must she hog the freak as much as she does?! There's just no other freak like him. He's definitely the tallest.
I wish I could explain fully what it is I'm feeling right now. Thus far, I've felt so overwhelmed by what happened over the weekend, I haven't been able to collect the right words. Nothing seems good enough to describe it.
Basically, if I had to choose between 100 trips to Canada or having that Saturday, the first of May in Atlanta, I would choose Saturday, without question. Not that my trip to Canada wasn't spectacular, because it really was. I have many wonderful memories from that experience. Things I will never forget. But Saturday will never happen again. There will never be another day like it, I can assure you.
And it wasn't the city, the music, or the festival that made it what it was. It was Andy. This wonderful person I met while I was there. He's from Tennessee and lives about three hours north of Atlanta. He goes to Lee University, a Christian college there, and he wants to be a writer...
Yeah.
We spent the whole weekend together and he was a complete gentleman. He even took me out to dinner on Sunday night before I left. When we were together, he looked out for me during the concerts, making sure I was aware of crowd surfers and guiding me away from any sort of obnoxious people. We simply connected unlike any two people I ever knew could. I can honestly say I haven't felt like this before.
When I got back home, I told my parents immediately about him. Which is completely out of ordinary for me, because I don't really feel comfortable talking to my parents about romantic relationships. But I told them about Andy and how badly we want to get to know each other better, and even though they aren't too keen on the distance, neither of my parents shot the idea down.
Since I've been home, Andy and I have talked every night on the phone. I just don't know what to think... It's been so unexpected. There's this feeling inside of me that there's a purpose to our meeting. Some reason that God has brought us together. And neither of us want to ignore this wonderful gift we've been given, which is a deep connection and friendship I don't think I could have ever imagined.
I would just like for people to be happy that I've met someone I can relate to. That would be really nice.
Basically, if I had to choose between 100 trips to Canada or having that Saturday, the first of May in Atlanta, I would choose Saturday, without question. Not that my trip to Canada wasn't spectacular, because it really was. I have many wonderful memories from that experience. Things I will never forget. But Saturday will never happen again. There will never be another day like it, I can assure you.
And it wasn't the city, the music, or the festival that made it what it was. It was Andy. This wonderful person I met while I was there. He's from Tennessee and lives about three hours north of Atlanta. He goes to Lee University, a Christian college there, and he wants to be a writer...
Yeah.
We spent the whole weekend together and he was a complete gentleman. He even took me out to dinner on Sunday night before I left. When we were together, he looked out for me during the concerts, making sure I was aware of crowd surfers and guiding me away from any sort of obnoxious people. We simply connected unlike any two people I ever knew could. I can honestly say I haven't felt like this before.
When I got back home, I told my parents immediately about him. Which is completely out of ordinary for me, because I don't really feel comfortable talking to my parents about romantic relationships. But I told them about Andy and how badly we want to get to know each other better, and even though they aren't too keen on the distance, neither of my parents shot the idea down.
Since I've been home, Andy and I have talked every night on the phone. I just don't know what to think... It's been so unexpected. There's this feeling inside of me that there's a purpose to our meeting. Some reason that God has brought us together. And neither of us want to ignore this wonderful gift we've been given, which is a deep connection and friendship I don't think I could have ever imagined.
I would just like for people to be happy that I've met someone I can relate to. That would be really nice.
Where did I go this weekend? Oh, wouldn't you like to know... Ha. Believe me or not, but I spent the weekend in Atlanta of Georgia. I arrived Friday night and came back this Monday evening.
It was the most magical trip I've ever been on. People, music, festivities... The city was my oyster. And would you like to know the best part of it?
I met someone.
For real.
It was the most magical trip I've ever been on. People, music, festivities... The city was my oyster. And would you like to know the best part of it?
I met someone.
For real.