Monday, February 9, 2009
EEEK.
This week/weekend has been absolutely gorgeous!!!! Kinda makes me wanna never leave my room, but listen to music and day dream all day long. It's so happy. And I get to go through one of those happy phases where I don't need people around me at all times...and I love when my heart lets me do that. One another note, I have no clue of what I should do next year. Sigh, what on earth should I do with the next phase of my life. Who knows but I'm kind of excited...I know the Lord wants me to step away from the BCM and all that I have known that comes with that. The BCM has been my comfort and shelter during the biggest spiritual growth in my entire life and it's time for me to grow some more...and I think I've grown all I can here. God has more than shown me that He will provide family for me whereever it is that I end up. I feel like I am always hearing someone talk about how the body of Christ has let them down...its easy to put them on a pedastool and feel disappointed when they don't quite measure up...but its the arms of Christ that reached out to me through what are now precious friends. I trust the body of Christ...I choose to believe that there are people all over the world eager to meet new people and love them as He loved and continues to love us. Sigh...I am excited...and confused...not to mention a little nervous. But nonetheless I am in love with February 9, 2009 because it is B E A UTIFUL!!!!!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Tag, I'm it...
So i have always hated the game tag, mostly because I am not a fast kid...never have been even when I ran every blessed day of my life...however I am competitive so its a game I am doomed to e no good at in the least bit. This is apparently true in the world of blogging as well. Nat and Pate both stinking tagged me to do this random things list so here i go...but for the record just know that it is hard to think of random things about myself because its not random to me..for me everything I do is completely and utterly natural.
ok..how long is this list supposed to be? no clue, there fore 7 things will be on my list.
1) When I was little I wanted to move to New York City. No idea why but I always knew I was going to be famous and that is where famous people live
2) The list of things I wanted to be when I grew up.... a singer, an actress, first girl in the NBA, first girl to play in the world series, a farmer and a youth pastor.
3) I am one of those people that sing when they don't realize it. When ever my mind goes blank for some reason songs come out. I dont understand it but people that live with me typically get used to it. I mean i hope so, for their sake.
4) I hate change but you already know that.
5) Ironically enough, I have always known that I was going to change the world someday so when I was little I would make sure to touch everything in stores just so I knew that they were impacted by my existence if even in the smallest of ways.
6) I get embarrassed by things that other people dont find embarrassing and I say things that embarrass other people. I am still a 10 year old that will not think twice about hitting you in the head if you mention the boys name that I like or even have pondered liking in a public place.
7) Lastly, I hate letting the world know what my heart is thinking or feeling. It's as if some people can only know me as a super cool, super tough, athletic, funny girl while few others get to know me as the pretty pink princess that dreams of dancing with the prince among the stars and cries when her you hurt her heart.
That's all folks. Im gonna tag Rhino cause hes the bloggin king right now so this can give him something to yammer on about.
ok..how long is this list supposed to be? no clue, there fore 7 things will be on my list.
1) When I was little I wanted to move to New York City. No idea why but I always knew I was going to be famous and that is where famous people live
2) The list of things I wanted to be when I grew up.... a singer, an actress, first girl in the NBA, first girl to play in the world series, a farmer and a youth pastor.
3) I am one of those people that sing when they don't realize it. When ever my mind goes blank for some reason songs come out. I dont understand it but people that live with me typically get used to it. I mean i hope so, for their sake.
4) I hate change but you already know that.
5) Ironically enough, I have always known that I was going to change the world someday so when I was little I would make sure to touch everything in stores just so I knew that they were impacted by my existence if even in the smallest of ways.
6) I get embarrassed by things that other people dont find embarrassing and I say things that embarrass other people. I am still a 10 year old that will not think twice about hitting you in the head if you mention the boys name that I like or even have pondered liking in a public place.
7) Lastly, I hate letting the world know what my heart is thinking or feeling. It's as if some people can only know me as a super cool, super tough, athletic, funny girl while few others get to know me as the pretty pink princess that dreams of dancing with the prince among the stars and cries when her you hurt her heart.
That's all folks. Im gonna tag Rhino cause hes the bloggin king right now so this can give him something to yammer on about.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
It's a world of laughter a world of tears, a world of hope and a world of fears
hello blogeritas. I am so stoked about this weekend about this weekend and Thanksgiving! Praise the Lord for breaks and the beautiful state of Tennessee. I am obsessed with my family, Praise the Lord for them as well. Thank you, Jesus! I've been staying at the Rileys this week, gah not living at the B for a week is the best thing I could have ever done for restoration of my soul. I am glad to be alive. I sing in the morning on the way to work, I spend time with the Lord every morning. I dont have to get dressed in the living room and walk get home to a dark room and wake up to a dark room. I can live life on my own schedule. Its the little things in life really. I am trying so hard to learn about simply walking in obedience and trusting the Lord. I am here to change the world, and make a difference in people's lives. I get to choose whether my life is stinking exciting or just plain stinkin. There are going to be good days and bad ones. There are going to be new crushes at some point. Those were fun, ya know the real ones that actually last a bit opposed to the 2 second ones I've had this year. One day I wont be here. I wont live in the B, I wont work at the B, I wont go to class... none of that. And when it's all said and done I hope to look back and know that I lived every second of my existence to the fullest. God is such a cool kid. Im lucky to call myself a servant. Help me live up to my title Jesus. After all, as they say in the hood, playas gotta play.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
the office, 76 lb bag of snickers, laughing so hard i slobber, my new fave outiit, eye twitches
1. I am a loser. I have fell in love with the office. Some may ask, why does this make you a loser. Well, as I have previously mentioned I hate to be left out. Okay, well then. I am a loser because I only started watching the office because I felt left out because all of my friends thought it was funny and I didnt. So, i have started at season one. And, I must be honest now and say that I have officially watched three seasons as well as the commentaries. Embarrassing, I know. They are now my friends...my FUNNY friends. I find myself praying for a hilarious husband after every episode. Biblical, I know...that's what the Lord wants you to desire in a good husband...comedy. Right? Right! okay...
2. My roommate is gone for the day. There is a MASSIVE bag of snickers by her bed. I want to eat every single snickers, but I am practicing self-control. It is 1:00 pm, she will be back sometime tonight...pray for me.
3. Before I wrote in my blog, I read someone else's blog. I laughed really hard for a really long time. I thought there would be zero consequences for that action. That is until I start to type and feel my wrist become moist. eww. I am gross.
4. I bought pj pants at old gravy(aka old navy) for $4. They are pink with a bow, I also bought a green tank top for $4.Thus my new favorite outfit exists. I love pajamas. the end.
5. So, last year I went on a date with a guy. During this date my eye twitched the ENTIRE night. Because of this mistake I made in my life by dating said human being, God has decided that sporadically for the rest of my life my eye will twitch. Sigh, I think it is some sort of deteriorating disease, you should also know that I am homophobic. No, I meant ...um...hypochondriac. sorry, i really did say homophobic in my head on accident. my apologies.
2. My roommate is gone for the day. There is a MASSIVE bag of snickers by her bed. I want to eat every single snickers, but I am practicing self-control. It is 1:00 pm, she will be back sometime tonight...pray for me.
3. Before I wrote in my blog, I read someone else's blog. I laughed really hard for a really long time. I thought there would be zero consequences for that action. That is until I start to type and feel my wrist become moist. eww. I am gross.
4. I bought pj pants at old gravy(aka old navy) for $4. They are pink with a bow, I also bought a green tank top for $4.Thus my new favorite outfit exists. I love pajamas. the end.
5. So, last year I went on a date with a guy. During this date my eye twitched the ENTIRE night. Because of this mistake I made in my life by dating said human being, God has decided that sporadically for the rest of my life my eye will twitch. Sigh, I think it is some sort of deteriorating disease, you should also know that I am homophobic. No, I meant ...um...hypochondriac. sorry, i really did say homophobic in my head on accident. my apologies.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
sigh...
So, thus far my semester hasn't been the greatest. I wasnt kidding when I said I am bad at change. Living at the BCM, being a staff member and not just being a student who is super cool and always up for playing with everyone...it really is hard to tell what else has been not good, i've just been in a funk with no excuses. Another thing is that I hate being left out. And this semester I felt like God left me out...gah, i hate being left out. Everyone my age is moving on and getting married or engaged, I don't even know if I would want to do either of those things right now...but I didnt want everyone to do it without me either. I wish that I could sit here and say that I am super spiritual and even though I was left out I was super perfect and faithful no matter what, but the truth is...I was super mad at God. I was so angry with Him for leaving me out that I tried to leave him out of my personal life. I was all about praying for ministry and other people and for me and international students but I wasnt letting him in at all. If He wanted to leave me out then that was fine, I would leave him out as well.
And I was doing that without even knowing it. Until this past week when the Lord opened my eyes and showed me first of all that i was mad at him, and second of all why i was mad and what the consequences were. And then last week...last week the clouds moved and the sun shone down and I felt good for the first time this semester. Genuinely happy and excited about life. God more than loves me. God loves to wow us. I hate when plain words arent enough to describe something. The words I know just aren't enough. God is...exquisite, that word just barely begins to describe a tiny morsel of His beauty. Maybe I can try to explain...
I know very little about international ministry. I am learning but I still know very little. I am also a procrastinator and I have also never been to an international event. That being said, we had our first SNT this past saturday...well Melissa couldnt be here and I tend to be a little too laid back about things but I always just assume that everything will be fine. So, when there is no one here at three I simply thought great, more time to go tailgate! So tailgate i did...then I get a phone call at about 4:45 from Heather who is flipping out because no one is at the BCM cooking. I of course am not aware that this is a huge deal but apparently they typically start cooking at 1. haha, oops. So i start by calming heather down and then I proceed to hunt international students. Everyone ends up being found and they start cooking. Apparently they were also very stressed out by the lack of time but i just kept telling everyone to calm down, and that everything was going to be wonderful. Which of course I had no idea if things were going to be good or not but i knew the gospel was going to be shared and that was enough for me! Well, people start showing up, and then the room fills pretty quickly when Heather comes to me and tells me that there are 75 international students in the room. I am again not aware that this is a huge deal, until she tells me that she has never seen this many students here before. Then I look around and see a full room and I start to think about how many of these students may have never clearly heard the gospel before...and I knew that God was so excited that I was completely inadaquate because no part of me looked around that room and congratulated myself for great planning and excellent inviting... no, i knew better, saturday night belonged to God and I am so thankful I got to be a part of it!
One last example, I have been praying along with a lot of my family that my grandfather would become a believer. My grandmother has invited the preacher to talk to him and tried to get him to accept Christ but he just hasn't. Well, on sunday mornings they arent able to get out so they watch Joel Osteen along with other people on tv for church. I always try to explain how much I hate this and how they should just spend time with the Lord instead, but since I am the youngest member of my entire family people tend to ignore me, which is typically a good thing. This is no different, my mom was hangin out with them this morning and they were watching a preacher on tv when at the end they ask if you would like to know the Lord then you should repeat the prayer after them...she said she heard someone talking and looked across the room to my grandfather who had his head bowed and was praying to recieve Christ. She then told me that she was overwhelmed by the holy spirit and walked outside to cry and pray. Praise the Lord that He is wonderful and perfect and can and will work in places we have never dreamed of. This weekend just reminded me of how He would love for me to do ministry with him but in no way does he need me so when i dont step up its my fault.
"My grace is sufficient for you my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10
And I was doing that without even knowing it. Until this past week when the Lord opened my eyes and showed me first of all that i was mad at him, and second of all why i was mad and what the consequences were. And then last week...last week the clouds moved and the sun shone down and I felt good for the first time this semester. Genuinely happy and excited about life. God more than loves me. God loves to wow us. I hate when plain words arent enough to describe something. The words I know just aren't enough. God is...exquisite, that word just barely begins to describe a tiny morsel of His beauty. Maybe I can try to explain...
I know very little about international ministry. I am learning but I still know very little. I am also a procrastinator and I have also never been to an international event. That being said, we had our first SNT this past saturday...well Melissa couldnt be here and I tend to be a little too laid back about things but I always just assume that everything will be fine. So, when there is no one here at three I simply thought great, more time to go tailgate! So tailgate i did...then I get a phone call at about 4:45 from Heather who is flipping out because no one is at the BCM cooking. I of course am not aware that this is a huge deal but apparently they typically start cooking at 1. haha, oops. So i start by calming heather down and then I proceed to hunt international students. Everyone ends up being found and they start cooking. Apparently they were also very stressed out by the lack of time but i just kept telling everyone to calm down, and that everything was going to be wonderful. Which of course I had no idea if things were going to be good or not but i knew the gospel was going to be shared and that was enough for me! Well, people start showing up, and then the room fills pretty quickly when Heather comes to me and tells me that there are 75 international students in the room. I am again not aware that this is a huge deal, until she tells me that she has never seen this many students here before. Then I look around and see a full room and I start to think about how many of these students may have never clearly heard the gospel before...and I knew that God was so excited that I was completely inadaquate because no part of me looked around that room and congratulated myself for great planning and excellent inviting... no, i knew better, saturday night belonged to God and I am so thankful I got to be a part of it!
One last example, I have been praying along with a lot of my family that my grandfather would become a believer. My grandmother has invited the preacher to talk to him and tried to get him to accept Christ but he just hasn't. Well, on sunday mornings they arent able to get out so they watch Joel Osteen along with other people on tv for church. I always try to explain how much I hate this and how they should just spend time with the Lord instead, but since I am the youngest member of my entire family people tend to ignore me, which is typically a good thing. This is no different, my mom was hangin out with them this morning and they were watching a preacher on tv when at the end they ask if you would like to know the Lord then you should repeat the prayer after them...she said she heard someone talking and looked across the room to my grandfather who had his head bowed and was praying to recieve Christ. She then told me that she was overwhelmed by the holy spirit and walked outside to cry and pray. Praise the Lord that He is wonderful and perfect and can and will work in places we have never dreamed of. This weekend just reminded me of how He would love for me to do ministry with him but in no way does he need me so when i dont step up its my fault.
"My grace is sufficient for you my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10
Monday, September 8, 2008
Grown up?
"Hello, Snotface! Yuck! What happened to you? Look at you. You're all older. You're even uglier. Uch. I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to be sick all over you immediately. Lie down."
Drop Dead Fred
I've always promised myself that I was never ever going to grow up. It goes against everything I believe in. Fred could only be your friend if you never grew up, you can only see Santa Claus and the Polar Express if you promise to never grow up. You can only believe in the magic of Disney World if you never ever grow up. I always want to be able to love everyone the way kids can. I want to be able to look at you with an open mind and just love without asking any questions.
But lately it seems that even I am desiring to be a grown up. I just don't care if I'm out watching people have a dance party til 2 am anymore. It's not that I don't love the people that are there and want to want to be there...the fact of the matter is that I just really would rather be not there. Ha, it's weird because it's almost as if I find myself craving a quieter existence. And I feel like that is not me...I am having such a hard time thinking through what grown up Kristi looks like. Ugh, Fred would be so disappointed. But I guess I don't live to be peter pan forever. I don't serve an imaginary friend in a movie... I serve God. And part of me thinks that if I have this weird need to grow up a little, that maybe it doesn't mean that I won't cry at Disney World fireworks, and gasp the first time I see Santa's in the mall every year. Maybe it just means that I will grow up and still love things the way I always have, but for the Lord and however He sees that fit. Gah, my life seems so simple to me this year...but I often find myself feeling confused!
Drop Dead Fred
I've always promised myself that I was never ever going to grow up. It goes against everything I believe in. Fred could only be your friend if you never grew up, you can only see Santa Claus and the Polar Express if you promise to never grow up. You can only believe in the magic of Disney World if you never ever grow up. I always want to be able to love everyone the way kids can. I want to be able to look at you with an open mind and just love without asking any questions.
But lately it seems that even I am desiring to be a grown up. I just don't care if I'm out watching people have a dance party til 2 am anymore. It's not that I don't love the people that are there and want to want to be there...the fact of the matter is that I just really would rather be not there. Ha, it's weird because it's almost as if I find myself craving a quieter existence. And I feel like that is not me...I am having such a hard time thinking through what grown up Kristi looks like. Ugh, Fred would be so disappointed. But I guess I don't live to be peter pan forever. I don't serve an imaginary friend in a movie... I serve God. And part of me thinks that if I have this weird need to grow up a little, that maybe it doesn't mean that I won't cry at Disney World fireworks, and gasp the first time I see Santa's in the mall every year. Maybe it just means that I will grow up and still love things the way I always have, but for the Lord and however He sees that fit. Gah, my life seems so simple to me this year...but I often find myself feeling confused!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Change: to become altered or modified
"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death." Anais Nin
I looked through the thesaurus to find a beautiful synonym for the word to change to use in my heading. Not to my surprise, there aren't any. That's when I knew, I could change the word, the sound and the look but underneath it was the same meaning. Change is change...and there is no way of getting around it. That's why I simply settled for the definition. I love words and usually understanding what they really mean makes everything so much better for me. However, nothing makes this one better. I spit on the word change. I make a throw up noise in my head every time I hear it. And I know Im whining and being annoying but thats the best part about blogs...y'all don't have to listen you can simply stop reading. : )
We are packing up the gables 3_3. Nobody ever asked me if this is what I wanted. Haha, I am being so annoying but I literally am terrified when things change and I fight it tooth and nail the entire way. It's typically a knock down drag out fight. Me and change have gone many, many rounds. It always wins. Gah, one thing I hate worse than changing is losing.
And I know that I have it pretty dang good. Many people would look at me and say what is changing?! I am aware that this is a pretty small change. But I hate it none the less. I am just scared is all that it boils down to. But, for now...I am done being super annoying. I am going to pay tribute to my apartment and all 4 roommates that have existed there. Even though I didn't always necessarily think so...that apartment was good to us.
Rachel Smith is a interesting human. Some of my favorite Rachel Smith memories that make me laugh the most happened when she didn't even know she was being funny....as well all know we spent a great deal of our time fighting :) So anywho, one day Rachel was mad at me(surprise?) it was a dish issue(surprise again?) so Rachel decided that she would get me back by hand washing the dishes and not putting them in the dishwasher. And there were a lot of dishes. So after washing them she realizes she needed a place to dry them so she lined towels in front of my door and laid all of the dishes on the towels! Ha, that was amazing to come home to a zillion dishes in the hallway. Rachel used to always dance in the kitchen to Fergalicious and she had those moments when she would pretend she was "working on her fitness" there was also the day that before I had even gotten out of the shower she had decided that she was mad at me, so i walked out the bathroom door and she chewed me out. Everything was so dramatic and stressful then but it all seems so funny now. But all in all, Rachel was a good girl and she loved and served Jesus with all of her heart...she was also always there if you needed to lie in her bed and cry.
Angel Riley is somewhat of a weenie. Now, that we have that out there I think my next story will make more sense. Angel will pass out at the drop of a hat. One morning she woke up and didn't feel good so she was on her way to get a glass of orange juice so it would help her. Well...on the way she passes out and crashes into the TV knocking it off the stand and knocking a pot down in the process and I'm pretty sure she knocked several more things over. The next morning we woke up and were surprised by what had gone on throughout the night.
Angel was the teacher/mom of the apartment always light years more grown up in her heart than the rest of us. She was the nurturer and the one with actual boy experience to dish out. She was a good kid, and I'm glad God gave her to me for a couple of years.
Laura Hawkins is ... lets see.... well, there aren't many words that describe laura to be honest. We spent most of our time wondering where the heck she was. I think the thing that I appreciated most is that Laura is so "girly". I LOVE this about Laura! She would be the first one to offer to punch a boy in the face or key a guys car for you. Laura Hawkins should have been a spice girl so she could talk about girl power a lot. In the same sense, you could always count on her to watch a sappy movie with you or dream about love...or talk about a boy. And no matter how illogical you were being Laura would never judge you or make you feel dumb...she is always there to simply sit and dream with you! She is the most supportive friend a girl could ask for, I am so thankful that she lived no more than a few feet from me for a year!
Natzart Riley is... gah, she is just one of my favorite people! And I love talking about how much I love her because it's not that she is exactly like me and we think the same ways about things, its not that we just clicked right off the bat, its not even that we completely understand each other all the time. It's the fact that there were times when we didn't get it at all and we had no idea why the other one of us acted the way they did. Its the fact that I came to college to grow in the Lord and God stuck me with a girl who didn't give any slack and told you when you were doing something that she disagreed with. It's the fact that she has listened patiently to my over dramatic stories and watched me talk about who I was going to fight and seen me sob over something stupid...for three whole years. We've dreamed and cried and had our hearts broken...we've both been vulnerable with each other when that's not something that easy for either one of us to do. We didn't meet until we were 18 years old, but in a way we grew up together. Don't get me wrong, she's hilarious and there are many stories to be shared...but I've already written too much so I'll just say that Nat was the only one to be involved in a drive by shooting while living at the Gables.
So now my dramatic-12-year-old-girl heart bids farewell to the place that had fireworks thrown at the door, and massive people who fell a lot living upstairs as well as baseball players with endless parties, to the place that people would follow you to the door but never quite attack you, to the place that held at times the most versatile group of males the world has ever seen, but more than anything I'm saying good-bye to a place that has kept me cold(i hate being warm ya know) and demanded that i live in genuine community with other girls. And in that genuine community I have grown more than I can even tell at this point. I've also gotten to watch other people grown. I'm overwhelmingly sentimental. Goodbye, apartment 3_3...you will be sorely missed.
I looked through the thesaurus to find a beautiful synonym for the word to change to use in my heading. Not to my surprise, there aren't any. That's when I knew, I could change the word, the sound and the look but underneath it was the same meaning. Change is change...and there is no way of getting around it. That's why I simply settled for the definition. I love words and usually understanding what they really mean makes everything so much better for me. However, nothing makes this one better. I spit on the word change. I make a throw up noise in my head every time I hear it. And I know Im whining and being annoying but thats the best part about blogs...y'all don't have to listen you can simply stop reading. : )
We are packing up the gables 3_3. Nobody ever asked me if this is what I wanted. Haha, I am being so annoying but I literally am terrified when things change and I fight it tooth and nail the entire way. It's typically a knock down drag out fight. Me and change have gone many, many rounds. It always wins. Gah, one thing I hate worse than changing is losing.
And I know that I have it pretty dang good. Many people would look at me and say what is changing?! I am aware that this is a pretty small change. But I hate it none the less. I am just scared is all that it boils down to. But, for now...I am done being super annoying. I am going to pay tribute to my apartment and all 4 roommates that have existed there. Even though I didn't always necessarily think so...that apartment was good to us.
Rachel Smith is a interesting human. Some of my favorite Rachel Smith memories that make me laugh the most happened when she didn't even know she was being funny....as well all know we spent a great deal of our time fighting :) So anywho, one day Rachel was mad at me(surprise?) it was a dish issue(surprise again?) so Rachel decided that she would get me back by hand washing the dishes and not putting them in the dishwasher. And there were a lot of dishes. So after washing them she realizes she needed a place to dry them so she lined towels in front of my door and laid all of the dishes on the towels! Ha, that was amazing to come home to a zillion dishes in the hallway. Rachel used to always dance in the kitchen to Fergalicious and she had those moments when she would pretend she was "working on her fitness" there was also the day that before I had even gotten out of the shower she had decided that she was mad at me, so i walked out the bathroom door and she chewed me out. Everything was so dramatic and stressful then but it all seems so funny now. But all in all, Rachel was a good girl and she loved and served Jesus with all of her heart...she was also always there if you needed to lie in her bed and cry.
Angel Riley is somewhat of a weenie. Now, that we have that out there I think my next story will make more sense. Angel will pass out at the drop of a hat. One morning she woke up and didn't feel good so she was on her way to get a glass of orange juice so it would help her. Well...on the way she passes out and crashes into the TV knocking it off the stand and knocking a pot down in the process and I'm pretty sure she knocked several more things over. The next morning we woke up and were surprised by what had gone on throughout the night.
Angel was the teacher/mom of the apartment always light years more grown up in her heart than the rest of us. She was the nurturer and the one with actual boy experience to dish out. She was a good kid, and I'm glad God gave her to me for a couple of years.
Laura Hawkins is ... lets see.... well, there aren't many words that describe laura to be honest. We spent most of our time wondering where the heck she was. I think the thing that I appreciated most is that Laura is so "girly". I LOVE this about Laura! She would be the first one to offer to punch a boy in the face or key a guys car for you. Laura Hawkins should have been a spice girl so she could talk about girl power a lot. In the same sense, you could always count on her to watch a sappy movie with you or dream about love...or talk about a boy. And no matter how illogical you were being Laura would never judge you or make you feel dumb...she is always there to simply sit and dream with you! She is the most supportive friend a girl could ask for, I am so thankful that she lived no more than a few feet from me for a year!
Natzart Riley is... gah, she is just one of my favorite people! And I love talking about how much I love her because it's not that she is exactly like me and we think the same ways about things, its not that we just clicked right off the bat, its not even that we completely understand each other all the time. It's the fact that there were times when we didn't get it at all and we had no idea why the other one of us acted the way they did. Its the fact that I came to college to grow in the Lord and God stuck me with a girl who didn't give any slack and told you when you were doing something that she disagreed with. It's the fact that she has listened patiently to my over dramatic stories and watched me talk about who I was going to fight and seen me sob over something stupid...for three whole years. We've dreamed and cried and had our hearts broken...we've both been vulnerable with each other when that's not something that easy for either one of us to do. We didn't meet until we were 18 years old, but in a way we grew up together. Don't get me wrong, she's hilarious and there are many stories to be shared...but I've already written too much so I'll just say that Nat was the only one to be involved in a drive by shooting while living at the Gables.
So now my dramatic-12-year-old-girl heart bids farewell to the place that had fireworks thrown at the door, and massive people who fell a lot living upstairs as well as baseball players with endless parties, to the place that people would follow you to the door but never quite attack you, to the place that held at times the most versatile group of males the world has ever seen, but more than anything I'm saying good-bye to a place that has kept me cold(i hate being warm ya know) and demanded that i live in genuine community with other girls. And in that genuine community I have grown more than I can even tell at this point. I've also gotten to watch other people grown. I'm overwhelmingly sentimental. Goodbye, apartment 3_3...you will be sorely missed.
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