On Guard!

I’ma goin’ to the States, ‘gain. =O

NaNoWriMo has Begun!

Whoever came up with an idea like writing an insane amount of words in a crazy-short period of time needs to go jump in a lake.

 

Or a swamp, even. I think it’s just that horrible. :noway:

 

*traipses off to another part of the continent*

Texas is hot. -pout-

Har. So, I’m going to Texas. Again. Aren’t you excited?!

Yes. You should be. Because a 28 hour bus trip with not much besides sleeping, eating and drugs (and maybe a few bike rides to the library in between =O ) to look forward to on the other end is what I live for. Apparently. >.>

Actually, I’m very pleased with this turn of events. Because, for some reason, I sleep worse here than I did at my grandparents’. And it’s easier to get things like gluten-free bread. I shall take a few happy things with me, and the time shall be gone before you know it (I, on the other hand, will be very much aware of where it went). And I want to see my grandmother, if she really isn’t going to get this clippy-life-saving-device-thinger.

So. All is well with Boswell. And don’t you forget.it. And anyone who has any inclination to contact me while I’m in the States, feel free to email me for my grandparents’ phone number. I would be happy to oblige. \:D/

Turn and Fight, Coward!

whattttt.

I’m pretty sure the art of keeping up with blogs is lost on me. Or maybe it’s that my life never stays exactly the same long enough to actually get a word in edgewise. Either way, I suppose it matters not. No one reads these, anyway. =O

I’m not going to bother telling you which country I’m in. It’ll change within the week, anyway, in all probability. :noway:

I went to another doctor. Pfft. She’s what, number 4? Anyway, she thinks she knows what’s wrong with me. ‘S’all mental, I tell you. But being a mental patient isn’t really as exciting as it sounds, so don’t go getting any ideas. My mother left, yesterday. I’ll be following, after my bajillion pounds of pills arrive in the mail.

What’s this? Cherith? Exaggerating and complaining about doctors and pills?! cough. What can I say? It’s a special talent of mine.

You say let it go
You say let it go
You say life is waiting for the ones who lose control
You say you will be everything I need
You said if I lose my life it’s then I’ll find my soul
You say let it go

-Tenth Avenue North

It’s a legitimate question. What’s it going to take for Him to save our souls? Surrender is a hard concept to grasp. ‘The prize of surrender is revelation.  Most want revelation.  Few want to surrender.’

Which is why I’ll be in Mexico until further notice. I obviously still have some learning to do. \:D/

Don’t worry. I’ll get it someday. *sage nod*

My Life as a Squealing Pygmy

Yo, yo, kidlets.

 

So, guess what. Yeah. I didn’t think you’d be able to. Listen up.

 

I’ll be staying with a family (6 kiddos =O) for the next… long time. I’ll be… nannying. In Texas. Yeap. Pretty much. I bet you always knew I’d do something like this. It just has me writted all over it, doesn’t it? *sage nod*

 

So, here’s the deal. Me? I’m in pain. Them? Lots of energies. You? Pray. Mkay.

 

Before this, of course, I’ll be busing down to my family, to see them one more time before I start. So, 28 hours down, four days there (homemade bread?!!?!11!1), 28 hours back. I start on the 6th of July. Yeap. Life is good.

 

I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday morning. Prayers that God would grant a moment of brilliance to Dr. Fyfe’s mind would be most appreciated. I’m finally resigned to getting to the bottom of things, and I’d really like to do it as quickly as possible. :anxious:

 

That’s about it. So go enjoy the rest of your summer. Now! … while I go back to addressing support letters. *tragic sigh*

More Than Hot Chocolate

When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something that’s of worth
That will bless your heart

I’ll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the ways things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
All about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You Jesus

King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve
Though I’m weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I’ll bring You more than just a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
All about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You Jesus

Its all about you
Jesus

-Matt Redman

Exciting Adventures in Canada

Life Goal #67:

To never enter through hospital doors while living breath is still in me.

Status:

Failed.

Where are the Igloos?

Canada’s not nearly as cold in the summer as people make it out to be. *sniffs importantly*

 

So, I was thinking the other day, and as it usually happens when you think, a thought came into my mind. This thought, being a thought that I thought while thinking thoughts, was most surprising, nonetheless.

 

I’m seventeen.

 

I did nothing to deserve to be this old. *sighs heavily*

 

Beyond that, I’d like to wish my lovely sister a happy (late) 19thbirthday. This being the first birthday that we have not celebrated together, it was rather strange for bothof us. Sisters are supposed to be together on birthdays. And if anyone dares to disagree with this statement, I shall glare at them fiercely and proceed to ignore them.

 

My mother is currently in the US. Which feels really weird, even though it in no way has anything to do with me. She’s returning to Mexico sometime next week, I think. Not that I would know. Since I’ve only gotten one email from her since… well, a long time ago. (As a side note, I’d like to point out that my parents are terrible at communication. I mean, I love them to death, but they really stink at it. =\ )

 

Today (or yesterday, rather) marks my first week living ‘on my own.’ I have ‘a job’ and I live in ‘an apartment’ with ‘other girls.’ Which, honestly, it creeps me out more to say that than to live it. So, anyway.

 

Out of all 20-ish of us pre-season staff, I’m the only one not going to school at the end of the summer. I thought this would bother me, but after sitting through conversation after conversation about these peoples’ lives, I could not be more thrilled with what I plan to do instead of school this year.

 

Also, I’ve finally decided to force myself to actually *finish* reading the entire Bible, all the way through. I can’t count how many times I’ve started and not finished. I’ve read the Old Testament several times, and half of the New Testament a few times. But never the whole thing through. So I’m fixing this. I’m currently reading Daniel. *sage nod*

 

And that’s pretty much it. :anxious:  There’s this amazing storm brewing outside, and it’s making me really happy. It rains a lot here. Which just adds to the amazing experience. Rain is pretty much the most amazing thing ever created. *beams*

 

And I would also like to say that little kids are adorable. =D

 

*scurries off*

And then…

Within a month (or so) of meeting Timothy, I met Julia. =O (Trust me, she’s crazy. You don’t want to know.)

 

So, a little history, right? No. History is boring, people. What’s wrong with you? Silly. Anyway.

 

I’m staying with my grandparents. All alone. Because my mother deserted me! And sent me off to live with someone else! -sob- Actually, that’s not true. She didn’t desert me. I deserted her. Which is what happens when childrens grow up. Apparently, I haven’t done that yet, though, because they’ve put a time limit on how long I’m allowed to be all growed up. =D

 

After this lovely, exciting, adventure-full two weeks with my grandparents, where I do lots of lovely, exciting, adventure-full things… then I go to Canada, where I get to spend 7 weeks… doing things. (Don’t ask. I have no idea. >.> ) Aaaafter those splendid weeks in Canada, then I return to the States, where I will spend… I don’t know how long… with my brother. Because he loves me. Obviously. Psh. Silly.

 

And all this… for (almost) free! *throws confetti* Why? … I don’t know. God loves me? :anxious:

 

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. No? Oh. I don’t know. I’m tired. I think it’s around this time that I decide I need sleep, or something. Besides, they’re looking at me funnily. =O

 

But! I would like to state that besides Julia being crazy, she’s also a lot of fun. =D

 

Thank you, and goodnight!

And So It Ends…

Gracious. So, Cherith and Timothy have officially met. And survived the encounter. =O

That child has no end of energy. :noway:

Apparently, I have an anti-aura that breaks everything. Fortunately, Timothy was able to magically appear beside me whenever I broke something, and just fix it with *his* aura. Seriously. Something would be broken… and he’d stand there, silently watching me with a grave expression on his face. And then it would work… and he’d mock me. =( I got that a lot. *nods*

So, anyway. To explain. This group came, and they were like, really a lot of computer geeks. And perfectionists. And so they sat at their computers and did things. While I wandered around, bored to death. Because Timothy’s a grouch, and refused to entertain me. It was distressing. *nods sadly*

I cooked a lot. Always too much, too gross, or not enough, but anyway. *cough* They ate it, and some of them even liked it. =O AND OH MY GOODNESS. Timothy eats less than I do!

So yeah. That’s it. *beams* I need to sleep for a few weeks straight. *nods sagely*

Picture of us both together was taken, too, which was astounding. \:D/