Now that I’m 16 I can officially drink caffinated coffee. So today I decided to test my boundaries, and take a swig* of coffee. I’m quite amazed at how it effects me. I’m super hyper, I jump around alot, and I talk super LOUD. It’s swell. I like the effect of coffee. I think I’ll drink some everyday just for the sake that it’s bad for me and that it changes me into a completely different character. Yes, it’s all swell and good.

My definition of swig=a little over a cup….okay maybe two.

Here I am
Take me as I am
mold me and break me
fashion me by thy hand. – Me

Life cruel and mean, but fair.-Me

A drunk is past tense of a drink.-Anonymous (aka some dead person)

Against her will, she bids me to dinner. There must be a double meaning in that!-Benedick(Much ado about Nothing-Shakespeare)

Sigh no more my ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever.-William Shakespeare-Much ado about Nothing.(aka my favorite book)

For the last 5 days I have been brain dead. I can’t think. My brain is blank, it doesn’t register new things. My mind runs in circles, stuck in it’s normal routine. No matter how much I try to break away from the chains, I can’t. I wonder if I will always be like this, if it’s a new thing that will plague me for the rest of my life. Hopefully it’s just a teen ritual and will soon pass.

I haven’t been blogging lately. I’ve been busy, and life is complexed. Monday was my birthday. It was cool. We played a few games and watched Spiderman 2(I hadn’t seen it yet). I would like to thank all those individuals who were responsible for my inbox being partial full with cards and e-mails with well wishes.

On monday I also started going to driving school. I was hoping to write a daily log of it, but I’m almost half way done now. But perhaps I’ll try anyways.

Monday-With my “fringe vision” I noticed 4 white cars, 2 Corollas, a Civic, and a Neon, parked in the drive way, begging me to drive one of them someday. I told them they’ll have to wait until “they” say it’s alright. I’ll let you know when that happens. My first impression was hmm…it could be better, but praise the Lord.

Tuesday- I discovered everyone in my class, except one, is over the age of 18. (I’m taking morning classes, so it’s to be expected) The other one, a girl, is 16 as well and is also homeschooled. She’s one of the only sane ones there, besides me.

Wednesday- Normally the classes are for 3 hours and 15 min. long and we get a 15 minute break for lunch. But today we got a 1/2 hour break, because well….the teacher decided she was tired of rambling about nothing. But sure enough “some people” decide they’re going to take a 45 minute break and so hmm…the teacher was pissed and we lost any more “special privileges”. It made me think back to when I was younger. Heh, it was semi funny.

Thursday- Today I felt out of place. I don’t have a sex and drug life to talk about, and I don’t want one either. But is it normal for people just to sit in a classroom and talk about that stuff? I thought it was illegal to have drugs? I’m not to sure about these people, if I were them I would keep it quiet. I guess they figure everyone else does it so no one will tell. Some of them you can tell by looking at them that they do, others I was sorta surprised. Maybe that just said it to look “cool”. Thankfully I wasn’t brought into the conversation, or I might have told them my mind….uhh…yeah…right… The test are incredible simple. They’re multiple choice and we get to take a pre test that’s the same as the final test. That also seems kinda screwy, but hey it’s better for me.

I got my learners permit last Wednesday. I can officially drive!…well sorta..I can only have an adult 21 or older who has had a full liscence for over 3 years to be in the passenger seat while I drive. No one else, no cool friends, no hot guys, no beer. (not like a really have any of those things.) Basicly meaning it has to be my father. Hopefully he’ll let me drive?…nice thoughts I know…
So I’ll be on the road in no time…yeah, baby!!

It’s spring…umm…duh, I know you know…but I mean it really is spring. The flowers are budding, the trees are in bloom, and the sun is burning. Again I say burning, I got my first sun tan of the year, and spring has just begun.

This post is specially dedicated to Bitty. Today is her 16th birthday. She has graduated from a junior teen to a senior teen, leaving me behide. sniff…sniff…She’s my best childhood friend. We first met when we were 9, short, skinny, twerpy, little OC girls, in 1999. Then later on that year her and her family moved to our home. We had such summer fun. But our funness ended in November, I moved to Mexico while she stayed in NC. We were seperated, and we weren’t reunited until 2003, at the Rockhill Jett/teen camp. But since then we’ve seen each other….umm…well soon to be twice…Wordstock is coming up soon. Yeah I’ll see you there Bitty. Love you and Happy Birthday!

God is Love.-1 Jn 4:8b
For Love is of God.-1 Jn 4:7a

After reading these verses I ‘ve come to the conclusion that I am a decendent of God. For God is love, my last name happens to be Love. People call me Ms. Love, if only I was a male, or played on a sports team I would just be called plain ol’Love. So from reading that verse you could define thm in two ways, one, I am a decendent of God, or two, I am God, but that would just be blasphemous so we’ll cancel that out. But then the next verse helps us(hmm…me?) to understand how I am a decendent, For love is of God. That verse sums it all up. I am of God. I am a decendent of God. Now of course everyone is because we were all made in his image, but I am even more so, like a next of kin.

1 Cor. 16:14 says: Let all your things be none in Love. Love to you all!

The northeast has been on a flood watch since last night. Well actually every time it rains there is a flood watch. We just get to much rain. Our backyard is covered in one massive puddle and the front yard is a few very large puddles. It’s horrible, but I’m still alive. Which reminds me, the pope died today at 84 years old. Gosh that’s old. I wonder who will become the next pope, and if he’ll be as good as John Paul II?

I’ve been learning layout today. Since it was raining we couldn’t go out, so I had the whole afternoon to figure out how indesign works. Every year I have a countdown till my birthday, mainly just to bug everybody that I live with. So 9 days and counting till my birthday.

There are just somethings that should not be rumored, and one of them is the death of the pope. This evening two people told me that the pope was dead, that they heard from such and such a person that he was…., but he’s not. Yes, he is dying, but he is not dead. Pope John Paul II has been the pope since before I was born. I was born into his papacy, I was baptized in his papacy, I skipped first communion in his papacy, and therefore I never had confession in his papacy. I confess, I never had first communion, though I did participate in communion, I never had the ceremony thingie. So I guess I’m one of the worlds worst Catholics….wait a second… I’m not even Catholic anymore, I’m non-denominational, so I’m destined to Purgatory. I still respect the Catholic faith though, and the pope. He’s done a lot of good things in his life. I pray that his suffering will be over soon, that he’ll go up to heaven and enjoy his reward, and live with Jesus forever. Amen.