It's 6 o'clock, saturday morning. Most people are still asleep. But i can't. Thoughts have been running through my head like a steamy locomotive, fogging my brain. Worrying about friends, and sports, and all that jazz. Eventually the light from the dawn filtered lazily through my window. i don't know why, but the song "He's Always Been Faithful" by Sarah Groves came into my head. it's a beautiful song.
I went downstairs, the downstairs that would soon be filled with people's voices and the sounds of little kids eating breakfast. I quietly opened the back door and stepped out onto the chilly back deck. Sitting on the table, i started to think about the song, and how it applied to me, looking at the pink clouds from the sunrise.
Truth is, I didn't need to worry about all that stuff. God's going to provide what I need. "He's always been faithful, He will be again."
If you were to go to the movie theater, purchase tickets for the film 'moriahs life,' buy a large bucket of popcorn with extra butter, and sit down, when the curtains rose you would happen upon the scene of me sitting in the toe doctor office. Not a very exciting place to be, because you're home schooled so that doesn't usually mean you get to skip classes. You would also find me painfully typing this out on an iPod touch because I made the stupid decision of leaving my trusty notebook in the car, along with my Arizona. You may be wondering what's the matter with my toe, but sadly I myself do not know as that is yet to be decided by the toe doctor who seems to be making every effort to avoid me. All I know is that it looks really gnarly and I have been in a great deal of pain (ask my friends they'll tell you) so here I am after a series of mildly unfortunate events in a tiny little room with a huge door painting an alarming shade of yellow and If you were to go to the movie theater, purchase tickets for the film 'moriahs life,' buy a large bucket of popcorn with extra butter, and sit down, when the curtain s rose you would happen upon the scene of me sitting in the toe doctor office. Not a very exciting place to be, because you're home schooled to that doesn't usually mean you get to skip classes. You would also find me painfully typing this out on an iPod touch because I made the stupid decision of leaving my trusty notebook in the car, along with my Arizona. You may be wondering what's the matter with my toe, but sadly I myself do not know as that is yet to be decided by the toe doctor who seems to be making every effort to avoid me. All I know is that it looks really gnarly and I have been in a great deal of pain (ask my friends they'll tell you) so here I am after a series of mildly unfortunate events in a tiny little room with a huge door painted an alarming shade of yellow and walls that has pastel dinosaur trimming plastered to the walls, rambling on about nothing in particular...
Now i'm in the car, waiting for mi madre to come out of rite aid wih my toe perscription. I dont know why I bother boring you guys with all this useless information. Have you ever met someone who constantly supplies you with useless information? Its disparaging. Especially when you happen to already know this nonsense yet they insist on tellin you anyway. I have. But that's ok :) pardon my little rant. Let's move on. Words. I love words. I know it's nerdy but what's wrong with the truth? Words are just so spectacular and marvelous and stupendous. You can do so much with them. Think of all the things you wouldn't be able to do without words. I wouldn't be typing this to you right now without them.
And thus concludes my little trip to the toe doctor. Turns out its infected. Yeah. Gross. Anyway. I'm just going to stop talking now......
Well...here we are again. If you're on of those people, like me, who spends most of their year writing papers, answering questions, and sharpening pencils, you know what i'm talking about. And, unless you've already started school, you would recognize today as the "Last Day of Freedom." Or something like that. Or maybe you think of it as Labor Day...which i think is how the rest of the population recalls it...hmm....
Anyway.
Many spend their day out trying to catch a few more rays of sunlight before they must subject themselves to winter paleness. (unless you're one of those people with perpetual tanness- you know who you are) Obviously, I spend my last day writing to you guys..you guys should be grateful. :) But i do not mourn my lost summer days. Indeed, I like to think like Dr. Seuss:
"Don't cry because it's over
Smile because it happened."
I'm ready to move on. I hate the heat and humidity. Fall is coming soon which, for me, means jeans, hoodies, bonfires, s'mores, pumpkin carving, all that jazz.
Oh, and i thought I'd share this song...It's been on my mind a lot lately.
This is a really short post, but...i think it suffices.
