i came home at 3 and took a nap, intending for my parents to wake me up to study
but they never did. i woke up at 6 and only have a few hours to study.
please pray for me as i go into school tomorrow facing a really important test
please pray for me tomorrow (and today)
i have a precal quiz and hardly understand and i’ve been so tired all week that i’ve been falling asleep in class. (why i dont completely understand precal)
please pray that i’ll wake up tomorrow (early!) and be able to study and understand everything in time for the quiz
please pray for me especially for tomorrow.
i don’t know how to say i’m here for you, but i am. we aren’t close and it’s difficult for us to be, but i hope you know i’m always here praying for you.
so, this guy named bert totally blew me away when we were thinking of a theme for our WT set. we were just stumped and going in circles. then out of the blue, bert closes his Bible and says
let’s pray, guys.
how faithful and how great of a witness. this guy really blows me away. his musical capabilities are definitely a God given gift. and his knowledge and memory of people’s breaking point (vocally, that is) is astounding.
he’s hopping on a plane early in JAM tomorrow all by his lonesome. prayers for him, please, if you’re reading this. he’s smart enough to do things himself, but every prayer helps and may just keep him safe.
anyways, on an awkward note (because when do i not have one), it was sunny one moment (after JAM) and the next, it’s pouring rain and i’m just standing there like what with my mouth open. nathan is standing next to me looking out the window, too. then my phone rings and it’s my dad saying ‘hey, i’m outside, just when it starts raining because you know how perfect my timing is, daughter’
so, nathan’s sister is outside and i walk out while on the phone debating if i should bring my cello home or not bc i’ve already practiced region at JAM, but idk if i want to leave it in a building in a sketchy area. so, i get off my phone at the exact time nathan comes out with an umbrella for him and his sister to get to his car. which is parked right next to mine.
so, he looks at me with eyes full of absolute awkward pity. and i don’t need pity. it’s water. from the sky. ooh. scary.
but still, as a nice gesture, he asks if i want to use his umbrella with him and his sister to get to a car not 2 yards away. i say yes at first but then awkwardly realize that’d be super weird (esp with my parents watching) so i tell him the rain lightened up in the 20 seconds he asked me if i wanted to use his umbrella and i’ll just walk without him. so i say bye.
but he didn’t hear me, so i walk ahead thinking he did and he follows and i walk forward, totally oblivious to him following me and then i get too far from his car and he really really really REALLY awkwardly says ‘bye’ and i look back and i’m shocked like ‘oh there was no water on my face, duh’
and i say bye. again. but idk if he heard.
so now he thinks i’m a jerk. who walked out into the rain before he was probably ready. who walked away and didn’t look back or say goodbye.
and i can’t say sorry tomorrow bc that’d just be weird.
so i’ll just be the jerkygirl who doesn’t have manners.
anyways, jeremiah wanted to do an instrumental with me. him on electric guitar and me on cello doing crazybutt doublestops and when i first heard him say that,
i am a lump of awkward atoms jumbled up into the form of a human being.
also, he has long eyelashes. as does weishen and josh and nic. but they’re boys and i’m jealous because i realized that every girl in the world is right about every boy in the world having long eyelashes. ugh. jealousy.
Math exam in like an hour. If you’re crazy or you have your phone out during school or something and you see this, would you mind please praying for me? I’m downright serious when I say I have to pass.
Satan, be gone
please and thank you. because you guys are amazing.
spiritual warfare warning.
running low on ammo.
i disagree on so many levels, but i cant change their hearts.
i can’t dodge their bullets.
i don’t know why i’ve never cared.
i don’t know why i care now.
but i wonder what type of people you are.
a true and honest sort of curiosity.
i hope you’re happy.
i hope you hope i’m happy.
in spiritual warfare.
and maybe some advice.
not feeling so hot
actually, i am. fevers suck. or maybe it’s not a fever.
my throat hurts and i feel hot in my head and throat and i’m nauseous.
which is great. esp when i’m so close to stress/crunch-time and taiwan.
please pray for me.