whitney dziurawiec

I'm writing a lot lately, and I can't tell if it's because God is doing a lot, or because senioritis is getting me a lot and this is a great escape from piano practicing and textbook reading. Either way. This scene has been singing in my head all day. Favorite scene. Favorite movie. As much as I'd like to keep writing, I just love this too much. Goodnight.

Well I was asked to fill in as a Sunday school teacher today. (I haven't done something like this since the VBS disaster of 2008 turned me off to children's ministry forever) So clearly I waited until 8 am to think about planning it. Then something came to me, something about pumpkins. And so I started writing. And...this just kinda flew off my hands. And I kind of like it. He walked into the cold, dirty field A measly pumpkin in mind, he had He saw one: dirty, bumpy, and a little bit frumpy Yet it somehow made his heart glad He picked it up, dusted it off, And took it on his way Gingerly holding it, quietly warming it When the time came for him to pay The price was high, that much was certain But he neither minded, griped, or groaned He reached to his pocket, pulled out the money, And made that dirty pumpkin his very own He brought it home with him, proud as can be Yet the pumpkin was not much a sight. Work needed to be done, and so he begun T...

My "o" key is broken. Usually every time I press it it doesn't work and I have to go back and press it again. I'm feeling lazy, so this blg pst may not have every "o" it needs if I don't feel like going back to fix it. Do you know what I should be doing right now? Packing. So if any of you know me at all, you'll know that's exactly what I'm not doing. Things I am doing: -wrking on an 80s playlist for after-formal. -really the playlist is to drown out the girls singing on my hall. -Which is very hypocritical of me because I sing everything. All the time. -Why did I start capitalizing this list? -What is this list even of again? I CAN'T EVEN STICK TO MY LIST OF DISTRACTINS. Fall break is so close. So close! So my mind laughs at me when I decide to "stay on task." I am turning 22 in less than a month. TWENTY-TWO. It hit me today. Twenty-two year-olds are...WOMEN. Twenty-one? Still pretty young and crazy. But twe...

I've never been a tattoo person. Sure, they're great on others, but I have just never thought of something great enough that I'd want it on my body for the rest of my life. But I've been converted. I desperately want a tattoo. And I'll tell you what it is at the end. There is a bulletin board in my room covered with pictures of old men, for no other reason than that they fell into my possession and I am bad at printing out pictures of my real friends. exhibit a The midterms were getting to us, and Sarah started naming them after boys I've had things with since high school (the list is embarrassingly long and I would like to take this moment to tell you all that I honestly don't know how these happen. I'M NOT A PLAYER! you don't care and are already judging...) I didn't even end up actually dating any of them; they all basically ended with a nice blend of awkward and random and embarrassment.  Don't believe me? ...

3:34 am. I'm in the middle of practicing for an essay question. Because I have a midterm tomorrow. And normally I don't pull all-nighters for midterms. But I have failed every quiz. And I don't fail quizzes. And I don't know my grade in the class because when our teacher passed them out, I chose ignorance over humiliation and just threw the paper out. Because I am DETERMINED to do well on this midterm. And I have planned out my entire night, except for blogging. That wasn't in the plans. I had a snack planned at 2 & 4 (so really blogging is just to get me until my next snack time). Ten-minute breaks at the top of every hour. But I'm running behind because I wanted to blog. (let's be honest, I had to pull a Whitney move...I freaking planned out my night. Whitney doesn't plan anything out. The thought of this scared me so I had to deviate from my schedule.) I was going to rant and rave about midterms and the futility of it all. I was going to...

I said it again, and my heart cringed. Why do I keep saying that? I don’t even care. And the impressed responses from friends infuriated me further. As if that says everything about him, as if that is enough for him to qualify to date me. They didn’t even ask if he was a Christian after I told them he was a doctor. They were satisfied with…his occupation. I stomped away from each conversation after they asked me about him, mostly because I knew why that was the one nugget I liked to reveal about this new “thing” in my life (what do people these days call them now? Flings? Things? I don’t even know..). There is something impressive and respectable about men who know what they want to do and go and get it (and even more respectable when those careers end up having six figures), but that is hardly a priority of my heart. And other than his impressive future career, I just wasn’t that impressed. We put a lot of emphasis on jobs; on what we are going to do with our liv...

I found it curiously fascinating yesterday while I was running that the world celebrates fall with such zeal and energy. We herald the hardening leaves and delve ourselves into the colors spilling off the branches onto the trees and ground. We are giddy that the color green is harder and harder to find. The world is indeed splattered with golden, royal hues and it is unarguably breathtaking, yet we seem to forget what fall really is. As much as I hate to address this autumnal elephant in the room, those crunchy leaves we so love to step on are...dead. The deep reds and oranges that turn our world into a grand sepia Instagram picture are actually the effects of a dying, rotting world that is fading away into a blistery season that most of the world despises. Why do we love this death so much? Why do we gladly throw on scarves and sweaters, but when coats become more of a necessity than a fashion statement do we huff and puff and schedule trips to the Bahamas? And, even more curiously,...

First of all. I'm so not over all the encouragement I received on the days surrounding my race. Don't believe me? (as if you wouldn't believe me) Take a look at my great friends. (yes I sentimentally took pictures of all of their texts, and left their names in there to brag about them.) #1 too long for one screenshot! from my cousin/hair stylist...decided to not crop out my next text to her my personal favorite engaged encouragement this is why I love her Second of all. I can't go to California like I thought I was going to. In an emotionally desperate response to this, I have planned two smaller trips to make up for my loss. I'm still not satisfied. Want me to come stay with you? I'm already heading to Lincoln, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. I'd love to come see you too. Omaha feels lame right now. Thirdly. My friend who is getting married plans on going to Africa with her hubby in a y...