(Of whom the world was not worthy), Wandering. . .
The only thing I can promise is to be genuine.
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Sitting next to couple on their first date. . . I’m learning all about the guy so far, because this girl is super inquisitive in a interrogative and doubting way, and she’s already making him do things he doesn’t wanna do… This guy must really like her because she’s not been impressive so far. she tried to be funny but sounded rude instead, haha! But man, they both have travelled a ton!
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I’m super excited for the conference this weekend because it’ll be my only conference for the next 7 months or so. But at the same time I’m super stressed about the things that have to happen before it, all the things that will happen after it, not to mention the things that could happen during the conf. I wasn’t so anxious about it until today. I’m too good at suppressing stress until the last min, now I’m about to explode. I guess it’s mostly because some things have been confirmed so I can’t be in denial anymore. It’s always either be in denial and be frustrated and pent up, or suffer the painful truth. If only I were more of an analytical person, then I wouldn’t have to deal with my troublesome emotions. I think what bothers me the most though is that when I’m stressed and emotional I can physically feel it in my body, so suffering through the painful truth is not just figurative. Sorry for the rant, just needed to get some stuff off my chest so I can focus a little better on my studies.
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Let every person be subject to the authorities over him, for there is no authority over home except from god and those which exist are ordained by God. So then he who resists the authority opposes God’s ordination, and those who oppose will receive judgement to themselves. Romans 13:1-2 O Lord! Save me from my rebellion!
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Soccer
Played my first game in like 3 years. You know, no matter who I’m playing with, how long it has been since my last game, how much I embarrass myself, how out of shape I am, and how much I suck, I still LOVE playing soccer! I really should’ve kept it up. I’m soooo glad I’m playing again! I had almost too much fun even though I totally died, haha. I also love the feeling of being sore! I dunno why but it’s like super rewarding or something. It’s funny how much i actually love to work out, I just never get around to it, haha. I’m super excited to keep playing!!
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my grandma: “how was boston?”
me: “It was really good, I enjoyed it a lot!”
g: “Oh I’m so glad. Did you make new friends?”
m: “Yeah, I di-“
g: “Oh! did you meet, eh, eh (trying to think of the right word in English but just skips to spanish) El guapo?!?!?”
m: “Pahaha! No” >_<;
g: “That’s why young people travel you know! Maybe someone noticed you!”
me in my head: “oh gosh, I hope not” out lout: “Maybe…”
I love my grandma =) She is such a goof. She is trying so hard to marry off her grandchildren and her ultimate goal is great grandchildren, haha. I guess it makes sense since she’s about 86 or so.
