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see me running through that open door

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I have played a lot of roles recently. piano teacher dance mom sprinkler mom ice cream mom annoying mom that keeps taking pictures red mango employee camper wedding attendee/makeover giver to mama bum I'm not gonna lie...living up my different lives has been pretty great. I'm like a movie star! Minus the fame (the general public either knows me as "Miss Whitney" or "that red mango girl") and the fortune (I'm saving as much money as possible for my next Grace bill) and the men (no need for elaboration). Okay, so I'm really not like a movie star. But I am doing a lot of reading and a lot of searching. I'm reading the Gospel of John like someone who doesn't know anything about Jesus. I'm letting myself be astounded by Him and His ministry and lifestyle. Instead of reading it as a theologian who already knows it all and is looking for some deep and inner meaning that will one ...
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I’m changing, guys. Little by little, I’m getting different. And it’s freaking me out. I like nuts now. Used to hate them. winter formal 2012 date? I now hold (and enjoy holding) puppies. my friends will testify this picture is in fact a miracle I now like those hard crunchy brown things in Chex Mix; they used to make me want to throw children into fireplaces. My fingernails have been painted 5 out of the last 7 weeks (I have no picture of this. I was too lazy. But I promise they are a very cute hot pink right now). Finally, I am starting to embrace communication. A month ago, all things confrontational and oriented around a goal of “keeping communication open and working on having a better relationship” with people seemed cheesy and ridiculous and far too deep than my heart wanted to go. And now I’m just talking to people I need to talk to, telling them what’s up. Telling them I’m sorry if I need to. I’m doing that! I don’t do that. So you can...

exaggerations

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Well, I'm home. . my mom is menopausal, thermostat set at a constant 52 refusing to acknowledge my room looks like this I spent my day throwing all my things into the hallway to deal with later. My goal was to get my room empty. And let me tell you, I did a good job. our ex- heaters and windows my ex-bed my ex-closet our ex-view I was having some good sentimental, nostalgic, deep inner moments with myself. And then I walked outside and realized what I had done. oh ^&$%# I have issues with thinking about the consequences of my actions, like not having any boxes would be the action. And the consequence would double as another action which was me being overly confident in my abilities to carry multiple things down four flights of steps, which would result in the consequence (which is really a double consequence as it follows the double-action as stated above) of things falling, mousse rolling underneath cars, headbands...
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What?! What's this?! Two posts in two days? I'm shocked too. Clearly. But our room is so empty. emptiness mess Sarah is gone. And I'm a mess. But look at my cute new running shoes! Last night I avoided the empty side of my room. It made me feel awkward. feeling awkward But today I am sitting on the desk of the empty side. The messy side makes me feel overwhelmed. This is my end-of-the-year insanity blog. The next blog you'll get is my I'M-AT-HOME-GOING-CRAZY blog, so be on the lookout for that one for sure. But don't feel sorry for me, I've got Alfred keeping me company. party Now that you're all uncontrollably jealous of my life, I'd say it's time to say good-bye. And my official "regular" followers just decreased by 50% just because of how idiotic this blog was. Summer goal: get a life.
Hi. I’m going to be real honest here. Real honest. This is Whitney-is-not-perfect honest. Confession time on steroids. If you're a Grace student, sorry--your secretary doesn't have it all together right now. If you didn't already know that from all the mass emails I've written, and corresponding mass emails correcting the first ones.  But this post is probably my most raw one I've ever written, but I'm proud of myself because these past few days made me wonder if I’d ever blog again. You see, these past few days. Have been horrible. And I may keep using that word—horrible—throughout this post. Excuse the repetition. There really is no other word I can think of, despite all my AP English teachers’ lectures on word choice and variety. Sorry, six traits. You are taking a back seat because I still have reading due this week. It has been horrible partly because I am a horrible person. Wednesday of this week I called up a friend and told her that despi...