Goings on

Well, I suppose I must first apologize to the 2.7 people who read this blog. I haven't posted in an entire month! For that, you must forgive me. Its ok if you don't. Ive forgiven myself

Anyway, tonight was the final performance of Scrooge! The musical. And thats that

Last weekend (yes folks, that effectively means Friday and Saturday) I read a book called "Underneath the Overpass". It tells the story of two college guys who take 4 months to live on the street. They took a backpack, a sleeping bag and their guitars and went out into the world of the homeless in America, going hungry, eating out of garbage cans, making money by playing worship music. Their story of how they survived this time and what they learned touched me. For a while now, Ive been wondering how I can help on a small scale. Ive been hoping for guidance in what I can do in BR once I graduate.
Now, I know

I can help the homeless.

There are several ways I have thought of executing this call
1- make lunches that have nonperishables, water, toothbrushes & baby wipes. I had forgotten how much I take for granted the ability to take a shower whenever I decide to and brush my teeth! Or for that matter, go to the faucet for water.
2- I will be moving out of Arkansas soon. I have so much in the way of warm winter wear that BR will never see. Instead of giving those items to the Salvation Army or Goodwill, how about DIRECTLY to those who need it?
3- Stop taking the little things for granted. I need to learn to be thankful for what I have. Thankful that life experiences haven't lead me down to a place of seemingly no return. I grew up in a Christian household! I know what God expects of me and I ought to live it!

Anyway, I just wanted to put this in writing. To let 2.7 people know whats on my heart and possibly encourage others!

I rarely got sick before I began college. Since being at college, I have acquired allergies, Ive had Bronchitis, the Flu, an Ulcer, some ridiculously awful sore throats, strep throat and mono.
Those last two completely changed the rest of my semester. The powers that be removed me from the musical. I understand that they want me healthy. I appreciate that they are acting as surrogate parents and I know that this was a hard desicion
But this was my last show, my last hurrah as an HU theatre student. I even had a line! I know performance isn't my strong suit, so stop thinking it. I KNOW. But I also know how much I love being on that stage. I know what I expected from this semester and this isnt it.
And everything about this disappointment is reminding me Im pretty much alone and once I graduate I'll have to figure out life for myself on my own. I don't really know that I can do this.

Today, I decided to write Ben a card/letter that will actually get sent to him in the mail. I have written him at least one letter for every week since it happened but I haven't been able to send any. Some letters were angry. Some were sympathetic. Some were about my day.
I haven't been able to send any of them yet because I can't rationalize the things I want to say. I don't know how to make what I say significant. What happened has made me see so many things in a whole new way and given me nightmares at the same time. I cannot fathom his hurt, his pain his shame and I hurt for him.
I just wish I could call him and let him know I care.

I do so truly wish that I had the ability to properly express what I feel to others and in proper language that is neither vulgar or profane. However, since I am severely lacking in this area of my life, I leave you with the childlike gibberish that comes from banging on ones keyboard to express frustration, stress and, the utmost of feminine emotion, the desire to cry ones eyes out and be hugged while doing so.

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Have a wonderful day.

So....I may or may not have a crush on my chapel buddy. Then I told him I would make him cupcakes for his birthday.
Who am I? I NEVER do things like that.....and I cant believe I am doing "stupid girl things" like this. Im like 13
Great

I swear the next day, half of the things on the list on the post before this were fixed.
I know my senior sem (now, just waiting for a script and a cast)
I had a wonderful birthday weekend!
Yes, I work long hours but they are FUN hours!
The walk to class isnt so bad on a bike (however, late night rehearsals are killing me! Im terrified to walk that far at night!)

Ok, and this year....i got AWESOME gifts/presents/acts of service from my friends! Dinner and lunch and dessert and cake and pedicures and shopping trips and and and and. The list can go on! The most special thing that happened was that my Momo Glo (my dads mom) called me on my birthday for the first time in 12 years. See, this time 12 yrs ago, my grandpa (Big Daddy) was in the hospital, dying of lung cancer and diabetes, we went to visit on that day(have we talked about my love for hospitals?) and he sang my happy birthday. As far as I know, those were his last words until he died six days later. Its a tough time for her and for all of my family, she has been excused. But yesterday was made all the more special for me because of her phone call. Ive stored it as a treasure in my heart.

Anyway, my classes are going ok and im one week closer to graduation! I think being 22 makes me more ready than ever which is odd, but true. Its time to get busy livin' or get busy dyin'

I am supposed to to graduate this fall
I still don't have a senior sem
I can't plan anything for my birthday
I don't have any money
I have a long walk to class
I work long hours
I miss my friends
I miss seeing people
I hate this right now so much
so much

I am tired and stressed and Im sitting at the desk right now and I want to cry. But I have to put my big girl panties on and get the hell over it.