Broken Arms and Head Injuries

Every week at Bible Study Fellowship, we get these little papers with our lesson on them. All week I have been smelling something odd in my room, something that reminded me of paper covered beds, long hallways, and butt-bearing robes. Yeah, it smells like the hospital. And it sorta weirds me out.

By the way... Most embarrassing moment of my week/month/life so far: I left Caroline's little store today with my iced latte on my roof. A guy drove by pointing and laughing, and I thought, "huh, I have never seen him before." I pull out, and reach down to get a sip. Eff, I said to myself, that's why he was laughing. Eff. Eff. I wonder if it's still on there. I pull in to the Holiday Lodge, and get out to see if it's still on there... Hoping that I could finish off the 14 ounces of the drink I still had left in my 16 ounce cup. Not there. Okay maybe it just flew off down by Caroline's... I'm not worrying. I pull around, and there lies my cup, with milk everywhere, and ice, and a straw. Gleaming in the sun in all it's glory. On the side of the road, and some random raggedy lady is picking up my mess. I pull by, make an awkward smirk of a face like, She knows it's me. Heh. Don't hate me? I wave and mouth, "THANK YOU." To her, and then realize how close "thank you" looks like "eff you" so yeah that's awkward. I pulled away as fast as possible, and I am pretty sure I haven't laughed as hard and as long since post-Luminaria nights at camp. I laughed all the way to school, and then cried in my car from laughing so hard. I must have looked like a psycho woman today. Scatterbrained Sally.

Today Is the Day

I choose my fate. And I am joyful. I will make the decisions for me, I can stand up for myself. I will work hard for what I want. Thank you for helping me along the way. For picking up the pieces I forgot. For holding my hand when I need it most. For being my friend. Let's be friends.

That Book.

Wake up with a sore ankle,
what did I do in my sleep?
I'm eating right, it's go time
and I find my worst enemy right behind.
You speak like a drug deal,
my mind is higher and my heart is clear
I will listen to you but know that I tried.
Two plus two times seven,
I fly to you soon.Math test of doom today,
Chelsie I feel your pain.
And I don't like the word, but awkward
can perfectly describe you.
Thank you for talking to me today,
for praying,
I believe you when you say that.

Time for a trim,
calling in. Today.
Please give me rest, slow down my heart.
Bring me comfort when I am truly asking for an
s.o.s.
Thank the Lord my Sociology book
finally came.
One month later. Good one.

You.

Lost?

Failed attempts at get togethers
Out of stock, forgotten essentials
Made me nauseated and sent me home.
But you write such beautiful music,
and you say the prettiest words,
songs on repeat that I'm too poor to buy.


Remembering what I need to,
finally shaving my legs (thank goodness),
tailgated to the river with one speaker out.
Read and I read and I get it,
I understand.
I relate.
Nap, tan, camera, you bring me happiness.


Beauty in the world around me,
I can't find the courage in myself today.
Fed up! Lost? Shaky on the way back up.
Off day, that's it.
You're staying healthy, remember?
I fight off the urge for Mike and Ike's,
and settle for a salad. Hmph.
I want that comfort food,
and my comfort far away.


Get well soon,
xoxo

Love You, Mr. B

There is nothing more beautiful to me than children and music. And divas make it even better. Passionate teachers give me hope in this world, and you can tell that the kids are passionate because of his teaching. Ugh, I just love this. Makes me want to be a music teacher....



These videos come from the music teacher's own YouTube account, and he has a bunch of videos of his students performing, as well as just being silly and fun divas. It is apparent how much soul the kids have for the music, I wish all kids had this opportunity to learn music with a teacher like that.





Almost all of the songs they perform are ones that were requested by the kids. I would have loved to sing my favorites as a kid... Not "The Cat Came Back" every day of my 6th grade!



Loves it.

Question of the blog:
I know many of my friends already want to be teachers... But if you had to be a school teacher, which subject would you want to teach?

With Love,

Dear nose,
Please stop sniffling. I know you get irritated by the kitties and I promise I will not sleep with big kitty any more. It's not worth it to you! I will still play with him, but you can count on me to wash my hands before I itch you. Thank you for doing a decent job at smelling lately. It really makes me frustrated when I can't use you when I sleep though, because I don't like breathing through my mouth when I'm dozing off.

Dear ears,
I don't know why you are achy lately. It is hard to sleep when both of you hurt, so I'm glad it's usually just one at a time, so that one can be against the pillow. I have been q-tipping you regularly... I just thought you should know that I'm not letting you down. You hear well but it hurts when you ache and I hear high pitched noises. I promise to lay low and keep quiet.

Dear lungs,
My oh my, how do I even start with you? You are so sporadic that I am continually coughing and breathing funny. I know they've been battling the Swine Flu one door over but come on, you can take it! I will drink some hot tea tonight, just for you, and I will breeeathe in the steam. Let's hope that helps you out mkay? You and me, we're champs. Those swiners ain't got nothin' on us.

Dear Lymph Nodes in neck,
You are so trusty when it comes to the common cold. I can always count on you to let me know when I'm coming down with something, but dang are you sore sometimes. And it's really uncomfortable! Thank you for being there and sucking up whatever bad you can get.

All in all, thanks for doing your job. People are praying for you and I believe in you all.

Love always,
Alexandra Seal

PS Let's all pull our weight in this, I've only got 21 more days till I see Andy and I want all of you at the top of your game!

As If That's The Way Things Are Supposed To Be.

Food for thought. From the movie Network. Does someone want to watch this movie with me on Friday? Let me know..
(watch this full screen.)

Thank you Dustin