You Don't Know Me.

So, blogosphere.

I feel the need to tell you of a few things.
A.] I love Covert Affairs and Rizzoli and Isles and Pretty Little Liars. [Elizabeth, if you click the second link, you die.]
B.] I'm obsessed with Heather Hogans recaps about BooRadleyVanCullen, JennaBot and the PLLs. It's contagious. So, click the PLL link.
C.] I have the weirdest dreams.
I had a dream last night that I was in like Hong Kong, and I was with a girl and we were staying somewhere, and there was one bed, and we had a fight about food, and then slept together. Minus the sexy.

Ohkay. So, just so ya'll know. I'm not sleeping tonight. I'm pretty worried that the intern coordinators room mate, [and my good friend Katie] is now following me on Twitter.

For any of you that follow me on Twitter, you could probably figure out that this is not a good thing. I'm pretty, well as my father put it, "Colorful. All the colors of the rainbow colorful." when I post things on Twitter.

I could've just been outed.

So sad.

I Knew I Loved You

So, Elizabeth has no reason to not be blogging. She's home and being lazy.

I just uploaded a video to Youtube.

I ranted about Buffy.

And, I wanted it to be much longer, but my camera is suddenly incompatible with my computer. Which is strange. And, so, I did it off the webcam. And there was this bugging sound, and so I couldn't stand it, so I cut it short.

It annoyed me.

I'm so tired.

It's currently 12:25 a.m. on Monday, July 26th.

And, I just finished a game called Qilox.

It's addicting. Google it.

And I met the guy in the white shirt in this video.
His name is Taylor, and he's pretty cool. So, I've watched it a bunch of times.

Bed time? Maybe.

ARTIST: SAVAGE GARDEN

Nerd.

So I know I said in the beginning that Elizabeth would rarely update her blog.

And I know I've been right so far.

But, I actually have to defend her laziness.

The reason she hasn't updated this weekend like she promised me she would is because she is in Pennsylvania, and without a computer. She has her iPod, so I was texting her. But she can't blog from it.

So her excuse is that.

[But, because I brag a lot, when I'm done with this, I'll be at 18. She'll still be sitting pretty at 11.]

Now, to my life. Well, last night, I stayed up talk to Macey until around three a.m. Then, I couldn't sleep because I had to pee, but I didn't want to wake up my little sister, so I stayed up nearly pissing myself until nearly four. And then I woke up at like six thirty or something to talk to my mom. Then I passed out again. Forgetting to pee. So, I woke up at like seven fifteen, just to pee.

And man. That was the best pee I'd had in a while.

I then passed back out until nearly ten. Then I had to get up and clean my room, and pick up the house a little, and then go to Wal-Mart with my family at like noon. We picked up Subway, and got home at like one thirty. And, my mom had to go pick up Sam and Luke at like, four or something. Because they were gonna have dinner with us and then stay the night so they can go to our church in the morning. So, I had to sautee foods for my moms spaghetti. And then she left, and I had to go finish cleaning my room. At around three thirty, four o'clock. I fell asleep. And woke up at close to five thirty.

I took an hour long nap.
It was awesome.

And then, the boys came!

Now, I'm going to explain who "The Boys" are. The Boys are my moms friends youngest sons. My mom has a friend named Shari. She has six kids. Four grown, two moved away, the other four still living at home. The youngest two, Luke and Sam, are my age. Luke is thirteen days older than me. Sam is like eighteen months younger than me. So he's the baby.

And I love these boys. Luke and I have the same sense of humor, mood swings, love for a deep bass. Sam is adorable and sweet, and I think he's gay.
I love them both.

After dinner, we had make-shift strawberry shortcakes. Angelfood cake things from Wal-mart, sugared strawberries and whipped cream. Once the adults and my little sister had left the table, me and The Boys got into a mini whipped cream fight.

Then we watched the pilot of Covert Affairs. [I love Piper Perabo. I love Christopher Gorham. I love chicks with guns and suits. Yeah. Two thumbs up for this show.] Now, I'd already seen the show, but The Boys hadn't. So, I watched it with thme to clear up a few things. And because, c'mon.

Then, we had to do the dishes. Which was fine with us. We plugged in Lukes iPod and rocked out. We agreed that the lead singer of Night Wish is really, really hot, and continued rocking out. That rocking out caused an argument between me and Luke. He thought that my favorite Three Days Grace song was called "First To Know" when really, it's "Last To Know".

He lost a dollar. I gained a dollar.

So, then we decided we were going to watch this awesome movie called The Strangers. I watched it last May when my great grandfather died, and I was in Texas for the funeral with my brother. He convinced me to watch it, and I loved it. But, it's a total mind-frak. Like, horror makes you stay up all night kinda movie.

Well, The Boys hate scary movies, so about a half hour in, they got freaked out and we switched it to Zombieland. Which was awesome as always.

And then The Boys went down to my room to pass out, and I'm sleeping on the couch in our game room.

Except that was two hours ago and I can't sleep. So, I'm blogging about my day, and listening to Buffy musicals. Oh yeah. I roll hella tight.

Oh! So, in like, ten hours I get to lead Kids' Quest. Our childrens ministry. Our Childrens Minister, James, is going out of town with his wife and the youth pastor and his wife for the weekend.

So, I'm in charge tomorrow. We're watching the Prince of Egypt. Heck yes.

I'm excited.

Okay, so I'm going to go Youtube a movie or something.

Night all.

ARTIST: TRAVIS.

Somebody To Love

So, I feel bad for saying that Fuge was awesome.

That's like saying that VidCon was awesome.

It just doesn't say half of what happened.

On one of those forays into flirtation with that one missionary, [Who was Chelsea, just fyi.] we spent an hour in LifeWay hanging out when we were both supposed to be eating and recouping. We discussed books, life, bible studies, youth ministry, the fact that both our mothers hate who we can be at times. We shared life for a bit.

On another time, when we were supposed to be sleeping, or getting ready for bed, we actually stood outside discussing the nature of God, mountains, Chinese water torture, a certain love/hate relationship of airports, the snow storm that put her in Dulles for a few days or something like that right after a ten day missions trip to the Roma people. [She was working this event, and supposed to be on time. We were both half an hour late for lights out, and nearly an hour late for in rooms. Jus' sayin'.

The reason I loved this trip so much, is because I saw these kids rise up as leaders. They came in to their own on this trip.

Many of them came and approached me about topics close to their hearts. A few talked of being baptized.

I stayed up until one o'clock one night to discuss the book of Revelation, and how everyone knew what it was that Jonah prayed inside the whale. [One particular 7th grader forgot that Jonah also was vomited out of the whale, and that he actually wrote the book of Jonah.]

I was sleep deprived the entire time. I was emotionally, and physically drained. [We were on a mountain. So my knee hurt a lot. (Have I told ya'll about my knee? Hmmm.)] But, I was by far the most spiritually filled I'd ever been.

I've told you guys that I'm going to be a youth minister.

But, ya'll. This whole experience made me really, really accept it.

I bought a thirty dollar bible study on missions work that I plan on doing with these kids.
I prayed with them. Bought them food. Encouraged them. Hassled them.

Jeremiah 20: 9
But if I say, "I will not mention him
or speak any more in his name,"
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.

I am weary of holding it in;

indeed, I cannot.

ARTIST: QUEEN

On The Radio.

Hi, hi.

I know, I know.

I keep leaving. But, if it helps, I'm not leaving anytime soon. I'm just getting really busy with life and stuff like that.


But, as soon as I got home from camp, my power was out.

So my internet was down for three days.

So, after catching up on AfterEllen, and watching Pretty Little Liars, I figured I should blog.

Peru was two weeks of awesome.

Yeah, I minded that a lot. [Except not.]

Fuge was an experience were I witnessed eight middle school aged kids come to know the love of Christ.

And I came to know the love of Chelsea.

Or at least be slightly fascinated with her.
She taught my Spiritual Disciplines class while we were there. It was interesting. And, she's funny. And bright. And reminds me of this kid.

Just saying.

I don't know what to tell you.

I did the trust fall. I talked with a missionary who is around six years older than me multiple times.

I marveled at the fact that six 12 years old girls managed to get Oreo's stuck to our ceiling without the help of a chair.

I slept on a floor for a week because I had all the sixth grade girls in one room. [6 of them. five beds. Two of them cuddled. I was on the floor.]

I became better friends with my youth pastor, and myself.

I read an ahmazing book that I'm about to re-read. Highly recommended.

And, since it's nearly one a.m. I think it's sheet hitting time.

I'm gonna try and let my dog sleep with me tonight. The last time I did this, she chewed through my t.v. chord. My DVD chord, and my phone charger. So, I'mma try this.

Much love.

ARTIST: REGINA SPEKTOR

Lucky.

Okay, Okay. I know, I know.

It's been nearly three weeks since I last posted.

I've been in Peru. Okay?

Well, I don't have the time to tell you guys all the awesome things that have been going on.

I'm going to watch Sister Act with my mom.

Good bye.

DAYS UNTIL I LEAVE FOR CENTREFUGE: 6
BAND: LAUREN FAIRWEATHER.