#loveandlife

Marching season is over, and I'm finding I still hate band. This isn't gonna be good. I havent had a reed in like a week, and I don't even care. Top band tryouts are starting today, and I haven't looked at the music since summer. As a matter of fact, yesterday morning I skipped band to go fill out my senior crap order form, and take my senior photo. It's not weighing on my conscience at all. Not being in top band most likely means being in band with Doc: that's reaaaally not gonna be good. Sophomore year, I was almost forced to hang him. This year will be different though, because idgaf, and I do what I want. I will charge him up, no questions asked. I ordered my letterman jacket this morning, WOOP WOOP! :D

Saturday was... too wonderful for real life. I spent the whole day with my love, and his beautiful family. It was like I'd been taken from earth and very kindly placed on cloud nine. I'm trying to find the words to describe what happened. I'm not sure why I havent given up trying to share the wonders of this love with other people; there's only one person who understands my heart, and he knows what happened. I guess its too good to not want to share, but too deep for anyone else to comprehend. I'm not sure I comprehend yet, either though.

On Sunday, there was a guest speaker at church. During the first service she preached about the Holy Spirit, and how He interceeds for us every morning before we're even out of bed. That was comforting. And then she pulled the normal pentecostal bull and did an altar call for people who haven't been baptized by the Holy Ghost; and I haven't, but I've also stopped worrying about it. I didnt want to go up there at all, but I started to cry uncontrollably, and went to the alatar anyway. When I got there, I didnt know what to say to Him, so I just let my tears say it all. And then Dr. Sikes got to me and made a comment about how she knew I hadn't been sleeping well, and told me that Satan had spirits of depression and opression working together to bring me down... and the tears stopped coming from my eyes, and started pouring from the bottom of my stomach. It was almost to the point where I couldn't even stand. She prayed for me, and when I left the altar I felt so light and free. I'd call it a miracle, after what my spirit has been though these past few weeks.

The second service was all smiles. She preached about how to stay calm during a storm. It was everything I needed to hear before all this nonsense started disturbing my spirit. I will always remember "peace, be still." And Satan better remember it too. Thanks to Dr. Sikes, I've started a project in my room; I'm covering the walls with scripture. It's cute, and a mighty strong weapon, if I do say so myself :]

Today is Wednesday. Gotta be the happiest day of the week. I'm excited for the bon fire on Saturday, and whatever else may come up. My outfit is cute today. I hope Mrs. Martinez doesnt charge me up for not having my speech ready. She can suck it.

"...more than talk and thought." I hope you know those words will never leave my conscience. Mhmm, feel bad about yourself :P