Have you ever wondered if the perfect pair of bright blue, pointy-toed flats have the potential to change your Friday into one of superiority, rather than "pretty good?"

The answer: an absolute, total, undeniable yes.

I was going to say that I'm so tired I could puke. But I don't think I have any energy to puke.

Jen helped me get out of bed this morning at 5:35. I was at the office by 6:40, after trying to get in the door about 15 times and then realizing that there's a new code and my key is therefore useless. So I stood there in the wicked cold, shivering, holding all of my notes and my coffee, after which I ran to the back of the building and just managed to get the door open when some kind individual that works on the first floor came in.

Then I tripped up the stairs because I was running to my office, which means coffee all over my hand and my sweater.

Then I got to my office and wrote a eulogy. Talk about death in the morning. bahaha.

But it looks like hell week has started the downward climb, and thank God.

There are just those weeks, you know? Wednesday's are more like my Fridays. My weeks go Wednesday-Wednesday. Having the weekend in there kinda throws me off, though.

Manchester Orchestra.

Brand New.

Concert.

Tomorrow.

This is me freaking out with excitement.

I haven't been to a solid rock concert since... probably my last time seeing Manchester. ha.

I have a lot to do.

Melissa got into the accelerated nursing program which begins in June. It's about time someone gives that girl something she deserves. A nursing degree in a year and a half? Smartie. :)

I wish I could just quit everything and go back to school and have my master's in a year. ::sigh::

Or maybe I should still pursue law school. There's certainly a war in my brain about all this. I sat in my room and thought about it for around two hours last night... It's not exactly something that comes to you in two hours. But gees.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124615798&ft=1&f=1039

listen.

melissa's Matthew 6

STOLEN from my sister. She's what I hope to be in wisdom, someday...

whelmed. and my matthew6.

11 March, 2010 by melissabeth

therefore, i tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink,

or about whether or not you’ll get into nursing school,

or about defending your thesis,

or about which house you’ll be living in next year,

or about jobs after you graduate,

or about whether or not you’ll be going to africa again any time soon,

or when wondering about future husbands or lack thereof,

for the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. but seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. each day has enough trouble of its own.

1. on 12 March, 2010 at 12:16 pm | Replymo-ren

   therefore, i tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink,

   or about whether or not you’ll get into the master’s program,

   or about getting a decent grade on your GRE,

   or about which house you’ll be living in next year,

   or where you’ll be living in 3 years,

   or about how you’re going to pay for all this stuff,

   or about a potential boy that you want to love but don’t know if you can,

   for the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. but seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. each day has enough trouble of its own.

   
   

The Sea

I would like to go away.

And not to a friend's wedding. Not to a work conference.

I want to go to Canon Beach. Wear some wind/ water resistant jackets. Sit on the beach for hours in the blistering cold and listen to the waves. I think it's the closest thing to God's voice that I've ever heard.

My name does mean Ocean, after all.

Last night I talked to four other girls about how much happens in four months.

It's amazing how much happens in 24 hours. Holy freaking crap.