TICKETS! Get your Tickets Here!

Ugh. Caught by the copers!

You know getting a ticket doesn't feel particulary great. (Although I did feel for the cop...he seemed to be particularly grumpy this evening). But it really isn't too bad. Until my mother decided that I probably don't feel crappy enough so the car should be taken away, and I should have to drop out of the only class that I actually love at school (I don't know how that relates to how long I stop at stop signs).

I am excited about the car being taken away. Now, I get to ride my bike everywhere, which my parents wouldn't let me do when I had the car. So that is sweet. But, dropping out of the class upsets me, because that means I will have to make up that credit over summer. Plus not be able to go camping/hiking/caving/rock climbing every weekend really blows.

Living with/Obeying irrational people is very difficult.

The other day, my friends and I were talking about our lives being a movie. Mine would be incredibly boring. My life is fairly predictable. I go to school, I do nothing daring or exciting at school. Then I usually go home and do homework, read, play music, run, work out, go for a walk. Then the days I don't do that aren't much more exciting.
Although, I do ridiculous things that end up leaving me in really awkward situations. Like...now what do I do with that huge, dirty, orange cone in the back of my car?

I have been wondering a lot about why I don't do the things I wish I did. Sometimes I imagine conversations that I could have with people...but I know I never will. I don't really understand what is stopping me. I don't think i care what their perception of me is. hmm...I guess i just need to be more courageous and do the things that I dream about. why not?

So,why do I think my dreams are unattainable?

I could start living them tomorrow. Or now.

What is there to lose?

quite the change of heart

As I have been getting ready for the Amazon, I have had a bit of trouble. Every previous trip, my grandparents have supported me, and helped me wiith everything. But, this time my grandma felt it wasn't safe and was really scared about me going. So, I have been praying for her, and talking to her, and giving her information to help her feel more comfortable with me going or at least understand why I am doing this. The hardest part about this is that everytime I talked to her about it she would cry, and it hurt me so bad because she is scared because of her love for me. And it was hard because I completely understand how she feels, and I know she understands me. Anyways, I get my stubborness from her so she wasn't about to change her mind about it. So I just prayed.
Then today, she called me. She told me about how she was fighting with God, and is really nervous about this trip, but she really had to submit and just have faith that our sweet King would take care of everything. That was incredibly strong of her, and has made me so joyful today.