Baha.

Maybe I will now learn some good comebacks.

April the Twenty-Six.

Today is Courtney's birthday! If you have not already told her, "Happy Birthday!" I really suggest that you do so. Don't you like it when people wish you a happy birthday on your birthday? I certainly do. 

Today is also Sunday. I really love Sundays. I didn't get to stay in church though because it was my Sunday to help with the babies in nursery. It was pretty fun, and all of them were very mellow, contently walking around, sitting, or playing with toys. However, at the end, one of them started crying, and that spurred a couple more to cry also. So when the parents came in, there were 3 crying children... oops. Poor Evie started to cry when I was holding her because she was ready to leave and see her dad. She stopped crying when he came in though. 

Today I went to youth group - which was awesome. Are we really following Jesus? Are we a witness - someone who can say Jesus is risen and someone who believes He has authority?

"give us picture of Your face
 show us the measure of Your grace
 reveal the love of the Father
 put within us tenderness
 release from us all selfishness
 we'll consider them better
 we are Yours
 give us hearts of servants"

Lobsters.

I had a lobster for dinner tonight and it was really good. My grandparents brought lobsters with them from MA for us to eat... they brought them on the plane with them, live. 

Today started out with math, and then went into cleaning, and then YRAP. I cleaned a bunch today.

We played Eddy Ball today at DB&OS and I did a horrible job of splitting up teams so there was one team with 5 extra people... oops. 

My ankle's getting better thankfully! It's sorta still colorful, but I should be able to play soon. 

the end.

Thoughts from Monday.

Today was a pretty good day, even though it's not over yet.

We dissected a fetal pig today in anatomy class. It was a little gross, but it was actually really cool. It was neat to see all the organs and such. Courtney and I named our pig Prunella because she was a girl and she was pruny. (I don't think pruny is a word. Oh well.) We get to see her next week too... hopefully she doesn't smell. I wonder how our teacher is going to keep all the pigs from smelling putrid. Ew that is gross to think about. I guess she will figure it out.

So I have this paper to write about the Khmer Rouge, but I'm having a little trouble getting motivated to write it. I guess I am just ready for summer. SUMMER IS SO SOON. Or maybe I am distracted. I think I am distracted... distracted by the eagerness for summer. There's only like 3 or so weeks left of classes though! Yahooooooo! :)

Well, if I want to get a good grade on this paper I suppose I should go write it.

au revoir.

Not again!

I seem to hurt my ankle a lot... maybe I should stop doing that.

Today I was helping at Next Level and I came down on my ankle. It rolled and I heard a popping sound. It sorta hurts like mess and it's sorta swollen, but I think it's just sprained. It's like the 100th time that I've hurt one of my ankles. Actually, that's not really true, but it seems like it. I'm such a dummy... I should have worn my ankle braces. 

Well, that is all I have to say.

the end.

Just a Thursday.

I think that besides Saturday and Sunday, Thursday might just be my favorite day of the week.

Why you ask? Well, I have a few reasons....

1) Wednesday is the day before and I am happy to have Wednesday behind me. I don't really like Wednesdays all that much since I have monotonous classes allll day. I mean, my all classes are not always boring, but collectively they are pretty much boring. I don't know if that sentence makes sense or not, but whatever.

2) I play with kids on Thursdays, and it's pretty awesome.

3) I have nothing to turn in for school until Monday, so I am usually never stressed because of school on Thursdays.

Those are the reasons that I like Thursdays quite a lot.

I went to Dick's today and bought a jacket... it's pretty sweet.

If you're reading this and you think that it is dumb, then don't read it. 

the end.