Hello summer

Ow. That's about all I can think to say right now. Ow. I look like a lobster. No joke. God had someone invent sunblock for a reason. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. You can feel the heat radiating through my clothing. Did I mention I look like a lobster?

Also, always look when pulling away from the curb. A lady almost killed me the other day.

Ow.

Death by towels...

This whole going-to-college thing is a lot more complicated than it should be. I'm somehow supposed to fit my life in half a dozen rubbermaid containers. Plus a fridge. A toaster. An iron. An ironing board. A guitar. All the extra shoes that won't fit in my shoe thing. And it all has to fit in the back of Joe. (Joe is the name of my car, BTW.) HA. I don't even have room for all my towels. Ok, slight exageration. But seriously. I am set for life. Not really on towels, but on washcloths. No lie. I'm leaving half of them here for Mom to quilt for the homeless of Oz. Because they all match. No worries there. My chair and my comforter are the exact same color. Which is awesome. My life may be smooshed into my car, but it will all color coordinate. Maybe this whole packing thing isn't so bad, after all.

Dear diary...

Where does the word diary even come from? And why 'dear'? I found all my grade school/Jr. High diaries the other day. And threw them away. Dear nothing. Although the drama and angst was rather amusing. Of course, now I'll never be able to remember that part of my life, because I threw it away. Sad day. Somehow I think I'll remember the important stuff. The rest is junk, anyway. Kind of reminds me of God. Imagine He has books recounting our lives up in the library of Heaven. All the nasty stuff we've ever done is recorded in ink. But all we have to do is apologize and ask for forgiveness, and He throws them away. That part of our lives is no longer important. What are we left with? A renewed relationship with God and the fun times. "As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our trangressions from us." (Psalm 103:12)
God will forgive you. All you have to do is ask. And throw away the diaries.

Why?

Because I have no life, and I feel like sharing that fact with the world wide web.

Plus, since I'm such a popular person, maybe people will read this and I'll be rich and famous someday. You never know. I'll probably just use it so that the people outside of Bolivar will know I'm still alive. I'm willing to bet that there will be a grand total of 5 people reading: My mom, my brother, my boyfriend, someone who accidentally happened upon it, and maybe a creeper. Dear random person, I thank you.