Woo!!!

I am officially a college graduate! It took me long enough, i dare say! I mean, five and a half years is a long time for undergrad!

Anyways, with me being done with school, I'm home for the holidays, at least until my next adventure begins in January. I'm excited and nervous, and I hope and pray everything works out ok in the end. I mean, I know it will....

Ok, so with this "worry" I have to think about Matthew 5 (or is it 6??? I'm too lazy to look it up at the moment!) My Beloved Yeshua tells those around him to look at the lilies in the field and how they don't toil or spin, yet God provides their needs. See??? I have access to photos i've taken in the last few months, and I have this AWESOME one of a day lily. Lilies have a special part in my heart anyway, since one of my names means Lily. As a part of the preparation for my next adventure, I was asked to take a personal spiritual gifts survey... And one of mine was, guess.... Faith. Faith? I never imagined myself as a person of strong faith, but as i look back on my past, i see that I do truly have faith. I am more of a "come what may" kind of girl, and so I don't duck as often as I might when it comes to curve balls God might throw my way, but I wasn't expecting faith to be in my top 6 spiritual gifts.

Anyways... Whatever happens, I know my Yeshua loves me and that I'm not alone.

so for a few more picatures!!!!

My kid sis on the shores of Lake Tahoe

A waterfall at lake tahoe

and that's all for now. Be blessed my friends!

When I was in middle school and early high school, i had the privilege of hearing a very wise young man of God speak about God and His love for people. This man has a special place in my heart, even though he's now married with three kids. A week ago, he had a seizure and a brain tumor was discovered. My heart broke when I read this.

Back when I first heard him speak, like any hormonal girl, i had a crush. Not so anymore (though people in one of my classes would say differently). Anyways, i found a beautful picture of he and his family, and I started praying. Basically I asked God to heal him... This is the response i heard.

Dear Child, if I choose to have him hear with me, i will get the glory. If I
choose to let him stay there to preach my love to all peoples, I will get the
glory. Don't worry about what happens. Pray that I get the glory in all
circumstances.

Can you just say "Whoa!" It's been a while since i've heard His voice so clearly. Honestly, I kind of missed it.

But you know, Mother Teresa, one of the greatest workers among the Dalits and orphans of India, is rumored as writing in her journals that she went 50 years without feeling Yeshua. If I went that long, would I still believe? Now, as I approach my newest adventure, I can't imagine not seeing him in the winter snowflakes, or feeling him in the Indian Summer breezes. Will I ever reach the point where only my faith and not my personal feelings will have to carry me through from day to day? Will i ever get to that point that I have to choose to follow him, not because I find him amazing, but because I have to in order to believe?

Dear Yeshua, I pray that I will always find myself in you. That even when I'm the most moody, bipolar woman, even when I'm the happiest women, even when I'm kind of "bleh," You will guide me. Your right hand will hold me fast. That when everything else around me crumbles, I'll stand firmly on you. You are the only Rock I trust. I pray that I'll be like Peter stepping out of the boat, walking on water, and I pray that the storms of life won't distract me. Help me to remember your love. Help me to remember you. Fill my cup so that it overflows and I can do nothing but share your love with all I meet. Don't let me be caught up in the philosophical side of the gospel, but help me to grasp the beauty of the simplicity. Help me to share this with everyone. I need you. Don't let me forget that.

merf

Why is it i blog when there's something else I should be doing? I should be sleeping, but I want to blog. My mind is running away and leaving me behind. Good news! it's the LAST week i'll ever have undergrad. It's a bittersweet moment in my life. I love school, but I'm ready to be done.

It is nice and cold and wet outside. I LOVE this kind of weather. It doesn't happen here much at all.... I actually saw snow! *gasp* I took time to embrace the precipitation and slowly walk to my car from the exit of Target. I love snow.

It was definitely a needed break from work. I work for my dad's business partner as a nanny/babysitter for some former CPS kids. I love these kids (affectionately nicknamed "rodents" with the Ferret, Squirrel, and Mouse) and I dislike these kids all at the same time. The Squirrel and Mouse are both 16 and Ferret is 15. Today was not a good day. Ferret was hyper, I was "stressed" and the Squirrel accused practically everyone of taking her flash drive. "Give me the phone so i can call mom and ask her about it!" she demanded of me. Uh, No. First of all, i was talking to my boyfriend. Second of all, last time I let her borrow the phone, i got REALLY mad. 30 minutes later, after yelling at her for five and getting back on the phone with B, she finds it... in her back pocket. I tried to tell her to calm down (and it would've been ironic had i been yelling at her, but by this point i was too tired to yell)

The Ferret told me his homework was at school. If he doesn't do this homework, he's not going on the retreat this weekend. To top it off, when I asked him to do something, he refused. An hour later when i received a text from his mom, he decided to do it.

And the Mouse wanted something from her mom's office for homework that is due in TWO WEEKS!!! i was never that on top of things in high school! Personally, i think it's ridiculous that she wanted to be finished with it tonight. I can understand being done early, but two weeks is approaching overachiever in my opinion.

It wasn't easy being with them tonight. I did manage to do some studying, but I kept thinking of everything i have to do tomorrow.... A presentation for my final in one class, a presentation in another as a part of my paper, and catching up on all this homework, which i can't do without the software which i only have access to at the library. It's going to be a long couple of days, just sayin.

Anyways, I should go to bed. so goodnight

even though i hate politics....

As much as I hate politics, I hate people-bashing more.... that includes people bashing the president.

Here are a few things as I see them.

1. All authority is God given. **Edit: I found the verse in Romans 13!**While I couldn't exactly find a verse that says just that in the good Book, I've heard it several times. We are each entitled to our opinions, but we should not go as far as to rebel. Yes, I don't agree with everything our president is doing, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to tell him to "go to hell." God placed him in that position and I will do all in my power to show him the respect the office deserves. We have to remember as citizens that he cannot please 100% of the population, but we should encourage and pray for him to do what is right and what is God's will. How many of us actually do that though? How many of us lead a large number (as in more than five million) of people?
2. For God so loved the world. So many times, Americans forget there's a world outside the U.S. I know that I've watched the news in the past and thought and this matters because???? Shouldn't we see the war-torn countries as a part of God's heart? He didn't send Yeshua just for the "good Americans" but for Fidel Castro and Saddam Hussein and even *gasp* Osama Bin Laden! Wouldn't it make sense that He would care for them, too? Seriously! God has given me a heart for those who don't know Him and my desire is that each and every one of the people I meet will see a glimpse of His heart for the world as a whole, not just for "people like me."
3. We need to pray. Look at 1 Timothy 2:1-2. I can't tell you how many times the good Book tells us to pray. Pray for our enemies, pray for the authorities, pray in thanksgiving, pray in all things, etc. Instead of complaining about how bad the president, or what ever authority, is, we need to pray for them. Like i said in point 1, it's not easy leading an entire nation.

I'm sure if it weren't 0130 i could write more, but considering it is the wee hours of the morning.... Anyways. I usually try to avoid politics. It leads to a heated discussion for many people. But i saw someone complaining about something the President had done, and it made me mad. I don't get mad, but i wanted to chime in and basically tell this person "When you lead a nation of several million people, you can complain all you want to about the policies being made." Power corrupts, that much is true. Despite our best efforts, we will fail the more power we're given because we are fallible --- we fall. I know that Yeshua got mad at the temple, but he also said "Give to Caesar what is Caesar" and we forget that so many times... When he got mad, it wasn't at the Roman Empire that ruled over him, but the religious leaders who were turning the temple, the place of worship, into a den of robbers.

It's ok to be upset, but at the same time, I don't think griping about our president is going to change anything. Why not gripe about what we can change --- ourselves.

Don't break my heart...

I hate being tenderhearted. Truly, I hate it. For one, approximately seven hours ago, a man shot multiple people on a military base. When I heard about it, I texted B and told him i wanted to go there. I see people hurting and I want to be with them and help them.

And yet, I can't. First off, I don't know anyone at Fort Hood. I know someone at Fort Bliss, and Fort Riley, and I'm sure several other bases around the world, but not at Ft. Hood. I have class tomorrow so I can't go tonight.

And it sucks. This happens all the time.

Dern it!

A new adventure!

At the advise of a trusted professor, I applied for a non-paying "internship" nearer to my boyfriend. I had an interview and was accepted all within the last 48 hours and it hit me. I'm scared. I'm afraid I'll fall flat on my face or I'll get there and they'll say "sorry... *she* got here first."

I keep telling myself these fears are stupid. Besides I know someone bigger than my fears!!!

So I tell my boyfriend that it looks like I'll be living about half an hour away. He's excited and he continues to encourage me. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve such an amazing man in my life! And to think, it all happened when I wasn't looking! (Thank you, Yeshua!)

I can't pinpoint exactly what B has done, but I do know that my dreams are important to him, and let me tell you, I'm a dreamer... I dream big. When it comes to dreams, no dream is too small or big... althought sometimes I do dream crazy. At one point in time I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist who worked on a Mercy Ship until I realized a few things...

A) I can't do oncology because I'm too tenderhearted. I'd cry every day because I can't save everyone from the effects of cancer. Heck, I can't even be a doctor. People die everyday, and I can't do anything to stop them.
B) I'm a *home* body. I transferred universities partially because I was too homesick.... (which is going to make this internship interesting because I can't just go home on weekends)
C) eventually, i realized that it wasn't a dream for me. Yeah.... someone out there may have that dream, and more power to them, but man, I'd be emotionally and spiritually exhausted after a couple of days doing that.... Just imagine a couple of months.

A more recent dream has been to be a Rachel Saint... to devote my life to one people group for the rest of my life. Do you realize that "missions" has become less long term and more short term? What about the people you befriend while you're over whereever? What happens to them when you leave after being there a couple of weeks? a couple of months? While it is easier to keep in touch with people you meet through various online resources, it's ridiculous to believe that you can actually develop much of a meaningful relationship solely online! First of all, so much is lost just on the phone! You lose the facial and body language and have to depend on what you hear and what you remember about the person to whom you're speaking. Now put that online or in text messages. While you see the words of the person, you don't hear them and you don't see them. Don't get me wrong.... I text and use online communication a lot. I prefer face to face because there's a lot more for people to laugh at, especially if I'm attempting to walk straight (I fall ALL the time! One time, I fell up the stairs and my lemonade literally bit the dust, but I still got my sammie thanks to the invention of FOIL!) but i'm not opposed to texting or online. That's how my boyfriend and I keep in touch when we aren't within minutes of each other. So back to that dream... It hasn't changed much, really. I still desire to be devoted to one people group and develop friendships with them. It's a beautiful thing, really, friendships.

Another one of my dreams has been to open up a bed and breakfast (probably in europe, not gonna lie) for personal business and also allow people who need to take a retreat from their life in the field for a weekend or two to have a place where it's safe, that they can be away from the stressors of their life. This one is a little more like a pipe dream and may not happen. I'm ok with that.

So I'm a dreamer. And my boyfriend supports me.

And I have my "dream" internship.

I'm pretty sure if life got any better, I'd explode. How did i get to be so blessed

I won't duck!

One of my favorite lines in one of my favorite movies is this: When God throws a curveball, don't duck. You might miss something.

Welcome to my world. It's full of curveballs.

One of my sorority sisters, Faire*, and I, along with a mutual friend, took a roadtrip to see a concert tonight. For those into the "Christian Alternative" scene, this was the concert to go to... Leeland, Brandon Heath, and Francesca Battistelli. Anyways, I'm sitting there, enjoying the music, yada yada, and then BOOM! Here comes Leeland and Brandon's single "Follow You." I've heard this song on the radio. It's good. I sing along with it, but do I actually understand the lyrics? Not until last week. I've been hearing the song for AGES by now (ok, not ages, but several months!) This is almost as bad as finally getting one of my dad's jokes when I'm SEVENTEEN! (believe me, it happened!)

So the song is really melodic, and I really like it. First off, let me explain. I have one of the most eclectic tastes in music out there. I love me some Brahms and Beethoven, and then I might turn around and listen to Becoming the Archetype or KJ-52. I've even been known to like *gasp* backstreet boys! It's pretty random. Even Weird Al is a fav in my world! But anyways, I love "Follow You!" It's my dream, my mission statement, all wrapped into a song.

I'll follow you in to the homes that are broken
Follow you into the world
Meet the needs for the poor and the hungry, God
Follow you into the world.

That's the chorus. To think I just listened to the song, actually LISTENED to it a few days ago. After they play this song, they talk about this organization that helps developing countries overcome poverty and the mindset it brings. The stories they told were amazing! I wanted to sign on the dotted line to work with that organization. It wasn't enough to just give money, but I wanted to be out there working with them, helping all those people find their dignity, their humanity, all over again. I want to tell them of the love I've come to know. Anyways, after they tell these stories, they say "Hey, we're not signing autographs now, but if you have any questions, come on up and ask..." Perfect! I can find out from Leeland himself what this organization does and if there are opportunities to intern or whatever. So I go up. Please understand, I'm not doing this to talk to the lead singer of my favorite band... I'm doing this because I HAVE TO KNOW! Leeland just happened to be available to answer my question. So i go up and tell him, "Hey look, this is like my dream job." and his response, "Well, I'm about to rock your world" and then he tells me about these internships they have with the organization. If there's a country I'm really broken for, then I can go and intern there. WOW! That was just what I needed to know.

Well, i can't just keep this opportunity to myself, so I text my wonderful and practically perfect boyfriend (don't tell him i said that *JK*) asking if he's asleep. "Nope!" so I call him. The concert's at intermission anyway. I tell him about all this and this other opportunity i have and how I can't choose one, because both seem so PERFECT! There is no way to choose just one. One would be here, in the USA and in my home state, and another would be overseas, wherever. How do you choose? So anyways, I discuss this with him. It was so wonderful to hear him encourage me in my dreams. I think we, as females, forget that anyone we date should be a source of encouragement and not bashing, not perfecting... Anyway, he was encouraging me, saying that my dreams were important to him, and i think, if it were physically possible, I'd have melted into a puddle of goo about the consistency of nacho cheese.

I'm so amazed at my wonderful Yeshua, that He'd let me date this man of God whom I absolutely adore. I'm also amazed at Yeshua for other reasons.... But what kind of person would I be if I weren't?

*Faire is not her name, but I felt like writing a name on here so that you, and i, would have clarification :-)

My Housemates! *grin*

When I stop having to rely on library computers and I have my own in return, chances are I'll probably post pictures of my four four-legged housemates. Since I can't show you pictures just yet, I'll try and paint them in words.

Raider he's an all black lab/shepherd mix. His favorite games include football, wrestle with Daddy, and tag. He also will play fetch. He loves fun, and can be very hyper active. He whines when he's happy.

Mace she's all white, probably lab mix. Her nickname is Mama because she always has a sock or random toy in her mouth as though it were her puppy. She also make these interesting noises when she's happy.

Skip I call him "the Mutt." Not sure what kind of dog he is, but he's got some aussie in him (you can tell in his eyes). His favorite past time? Getting into the trash can and having a garbage party all over the house.

Grace a licensed therapy dog... she's a chow/golden retriever and ADORABLE! she lets her "dad" beat up on her (all in jest, of course) and is just all around sweet.

So aside from these adorable puppies, my day got better! I really wanna go to the local haunted house, but i don't wanna go alone. I watched my "little brother" yesterday. He evidently stole money from his mom and a friend and is now working off that debt... times three. "Watch your stuff" his mom told me. Well, i don't have much he can steal at the moment, so I'm not worried. But the fact that he did that? well, I just wanted to strangle him. I didn't... but if he had stolen from me, I'd have made him wash my car, and detail it, and then wash and detail it again, along with paying for my gas :) yeah. I'm a mean "big sister" but it's so much fun.

Back to my real world life.

I think I'll go scream now.

I have a love hate relationship with my major at school. I love it because it's all about two of my passions... Yeshua, and People. I hate it because it's still very male dominated, especially in the Baptist South. I don't know if you caught it, but I'm very much a female. I mean, I've got a wonderful boyfriend who I adore immensely! and my blog, at least currently, is VERY pink!

It's friday, and I only have one class on fridays, at 9 AM (the boyfriend is jealous cuz he works till 4:30 every day *grin*) and I'm the ONLY girl in there.... There are a dozen people in that class, 11 students, and the prof. I'm the girl. THE girl. Today we were discussing a case study about ministers (since i'm a ministerial student) and it was basically the pastor complaining about the music minister who (the minister said) had a hard time keeping appointments and was "very emotional." What's wrong with emotional? I understand that hey, yeah, we need to keep appointments and structure isn't a bad thing, but it was all complaints against the music minister. I was trying to say "we need to see where the music minister is coming from before we can confront him." I understand, we need to confront the music minister. He's not being the most efficient, i see that! But what if he's from another culture where time is relative, or what if he's from a charismatic background and is genuinely sensitive to the Spirit? We can't always look at life through Baptist lenses... SERIOUSLY!

So in class, I'm trying to say that before we can say "How can I help you?" we need to get to know him. We have to get to that point in a relationship where confrontation is not seen as a personal attack, but rather as a chance to grow.

And the whole time I felt like my thoughts were not being heard, that I was not important in the class because my goal in life is not to be a pastor of a church, but one who meets the needs of those I meet. I have to take this class because I'm a ministerial student... I'm not sure that my prof understands that not everyone is going to be *the* pastor of a church. Some are going into missions, some into youth ministry, some into music, some into the pastorate. it's about as varied as the people in the class (which I wanna point out is not very varied.... it's all males... mostly going into the pastorate!)

I admit... sometimes I just talk to be heard. I'm a girl. Girls talk, as a general rule. HOWEVER! this wasn't one of those times. All I wanted, really, was to feel validated... I wanted to know that even though I'm the only girl in the class that I had a valid point. I don't think the prof quite got it.

I left wanting to shoot myself (except not really) and then I checked my voicemail and got yet another message from the ring company with yet another hold on my order. "Your ring design can only have three characters." Well, heck. I might as well go with the other ring design!

Seriously, can today get any worse? **EDIT: yes... my day CAN get worse.... at the Cafe earlier, I sat my stuff down only to come back with my food to realize it'd been moved because the people sitting at the table didn't take time to tell me "hey! [chick] is sitting there!" Seriously. All it would take is a quick glance, see that it's me and say "Sorry, Ad! this seat is taken by [chick]. She just got up to get her food." i would've been fine! /growl... 1630 can't get here soon enough. I miss my boyfriend **end edit**

Well, I guess I can look forward to 4:30 and a wonderful call from the wonderful boy. Then my day with be 1000% better.... Just saying.

best pick up line...

Well, at least of the day. I was talking to the boyfriend earlier and the conversation went something like this.... best pickup line is in song of solomon.... just don't tell him that ;-)
Me: I don't know why I'm so tired.
Him: I do! (smile in his voice)
Me: you do? (extremely curious)
Him: Because you've been running through my mind.... ALL DAY!

Yeah. It was great. I mean, seriously! I think I'm pretty dern lucky to have such an awesome boyfriend.

In other news... Once again I am procrastinating on homework... WHOOO!!!

the end.

Toxic Fumes = Toxic Migraine

I bought myself a Wii on Friday. I decided since I had money and I could, I was going to buy one, and not only that, but also Lego Indiana Jones. So, being by very nature, me, I stayed up late playing games on Friday and Saturday, play a little on sunday and get sick on monday. To add to this, the Fam decided to refinish the hardwood floors this week. So yesterday, I have another monstrous headache and it took me until talking with my wonderful and rather adorkable boyfriend to realize "Hey! It must be the fumes from the varnish!!" so i grab my pillow and blanket and park on the couch last night, and miraculously wake up starving this morning. I say miraculously, but honestly, I barely ate yesterday thanks to the fumes in my bedroom. Mr. T even made fajitas! (and I love me fajitas!) Sadly, even chicken noodle soup, the source of cure for any illness helped none.

Today, after sleeping decently on the loveseat (which was pretty difficult seeing as I'm rather long and I had to curl into a tight ball to fit) and waking up to find that I had no more headache, or extreme nausea, I go to class and fall asleep during my nine o'clock, and I'm still starving, even after eating a bowl of oatmeal and some Ritz crackers. I wait for lunch, which predictably is chicken fried crap, and grab a tuna fish sandwich, which tastes horrible (why couldn't it have been chicken salad? I could at least TOLERATE it better!) It was great to be out in the fresh air after being in an old and relatively smelly (thanks to the varnish) house. I noticed myself becoming short of breath, so I made a mental note to avoid la casa until i HAD to be home, or the door could be propped open without risking the dogs getting loose. I came home after class (and a quick run to Sonic because I was STARVING still!) and decide I wanna play games on the Wii. I start out with Lego, and move to Wii Sports. And now I wish I had classic SNES games on the Wii. I have quite the hunkering for a nice dose of super mario brothers, or donkey kong country.

Anyways. I can't decide if I'm gonna sleep in my room or on the couch one more time. I'm kinda procrastinating on sleep because I had a rather large cup of coffee not long ago, and I'm NOT tired....

on a side note, i always find it kinda boring reading a blog saying "this is what i did today!" and here I am writing one.

I told you I would update this sporadically! it's inevitable.

"The time has come, the walrus said...."

I'm sitting in the library attempting to work on homework. I say attempting because there are a number of factors preventing me from working.

The first is my lack of personal computer. If i had one I probably wouldn't be online because it takes too much effort to log on to the internet through the campus wifi, whereas if i'm on the library computer all i have to do is log in and click on the little blue e button. I am in the process of getting it back, but it's getting even more long and drawn out... But i'm hopeful!

The second is that i'm in this little room off the religion section of this library and there's a basketball guy on the next computer talking to a socer girl. Kind of sort of ANNOYING!!!

and third -- I don't feel motivated. I don't wanna write seven more pages for this book that i haven't completely read (oops! don't tell my professor!) It's interesting and all but i'm so completely distracted that i can't work on it. PLUS i felt like writing... Go ahead and embrace it because after the novelty wears off it won't be as frequent or even as interesting. At least that's what's happened in the past with my million blogs.

But to the meat of the issue, of why I'm writing... I just got done with a weekly lunch meeting with other ministerial students. We spoke of church and state... and of course i had an opinion i wanted to share and when I was halfway done with a statement, someone would interrupt and it drove me insane! I can't tell you why it drove me insane though. In other situations, if a similar thing were to occur, i wouldn't get mad. And then to add to this, the professor at my table didn't seem to understand what was being said. He's a very traditional Southern Baptist with a slightly more liberal view toward certain issues, but he won't change his mind very easily. My argument in this debate is that you cannot separate the two completely. The reason it started was to keep the state out of the church business, ie no political campaigns from the pulpit. But you cannot separate your beliefs from who you are. I'm not saying that public prayer in school needs to be reinstated, but rather that the government shouldn't have as much control over what the church can and cannot do. As a society, i think we'd do better if we, as the church, met the social, physical and spiritual needs of the community, and the state, the government, were left to the justice system. Also, we should be so offended if someone makes a ruling for religiousl rights. That's really all i have.

And now that's out of my system, i think i'll return to my wonderful world of academia and write more than a page or two in my book report.

a new beginning

I had an older blog... actually I had several, and i just chose not to update it often, so I decided to start fresh. I am not guaranteeing that this blog will be amazingly well kept, but it's new... it's novel, and I'm looking forward to updating it, at least for now. Seeing that this is my last semester in undergraduate study, i'm looking forward to getting off into the working world, and embracing what life throws my way.

Speaking of the future, i have a lot of hopes and dreams. Some of these are silent prayers that only my Beloved hears, others are dreams for the kingdom that I willingly share with anyone. I don't know what tomorrow holds. I'm being challenged to keep up with today as it! Hopefully one day these dreams will apparate and become a reality, and that my Beloved will help me to realize many other dreams. I'm a dreamer, and I don't want that to change, because world movements often started with change.

I'm constantly being challenged at school. There's one person who seems to see right through me and challenges me regularly. I think of it like silly putty... he's allowing me to grow, to be kneaded by my Beloved until i'm just right. I know he's not trying to make me snap, but he's allowing me to realize my limits by almost pushing me to that point, but allowing me to back up and say "uhhhhhhhhh....." I enjoy challenges. Nothing in life worth having ever comes easy.

So here I am, almost 24... in my 11th semester of undergraduate study. Part of me wonders why i didn't stay an elementary education major because I'd be done by now... but then a part of me screams at myself saying "You know, you hated the early mornings, you didn't enjoy classes, and let's not get started on the dress code!!! you couldn't even dress very professionally or cute... you would rather be in a t-shirt and jeans. THIS ISN'T FOR YOU!" So i'm not an education major, I'm a religion major, a bible major, a theology/ministry student. I enjoy classes and if I absolutely needed to, i could go to class in my PJs and not worry. I normally don't. Actually, i think the last time i did that was maybe my freshman or sophomore year at BIG U. I transferred to lil u and life is grand.

Speaking of BIG U!!! My boyfriend graduated from there. Is it stranged that we've been dating for over a month and I still have a hard time calling him my BOYFRIEND??? It doesn't hurt that we were really good friends before we started dating. My freshman year, actually, I played Halo at his apartment with a bunch of other guys. I was usually the only girl and did I mind? not really... I have a tendency to make friends with guys easier than making friends with girls, not that i don't have friends of my same gender. I can name several. Anyways, I had a crush on him my freshman year when we went to Long John Silver's, but nothing ever happened. We were just good friends, and then we got reconnected this summer. He moved away from BIG U after he graduated because he couldn't find work, even though a lot of our friends still live there. After about three years of being kinda sorta out of contact, we got reconnected through Twitter. Yes, I tweet. Actually, many of my tweets are random and comical, but back to the story... I went to an innercity ministry near his home and he met up with me for dinner and some amazingness that is Star Trek. A mutual friend got wind of this and started to nudge at him... "You like her, admit it!" kind of nudging. I was perfectly oblivious and went through most of the summer excited that i got to see him, old feelings completely shoved aside, but acknowledged nonetheless and then I publish a tweet about centipedes and lock jaw and he was intrigued and decided he must see this said centipede and the science museum. I tried not getting my hopes up too high, thinking he was coming up as a friend. We'd already said we'd see harry potter together, and so I just got excited about that. Well, somewhere between harry potter and ihop he gathers up the nerve to ask me out. I said yes, and now we are dating, but 6 hours apart. It's not always easy, but what distance relationship is? I find myself growing closer to him and to my Beloved and all is right with the world. He's a wonderful, nerdy guy, who love my Beloved as well. I can't imagine a more wonderful guy!!! I mean seriously! This guy, the boyfriend is AMAZING!!! I think even the family approves... and that's something new to me completely.

and i'm completely ready to embrace this new adventure.