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Have you ever had THAT MOMENT?
The moment when everything is piled up around you, notebooks, pencils, books, text messages, laundry, dinner, and you have this serene sense of calm. Like: the world is not going to blow up if I don't do all of this. I might have an emotional breakdown, but the world will keep on turning.
And that serene calm makes you decide to take a nap and do nothing else for the rest of the evening.
Well, lets just say I've been stuck in that serene calm for weeks now, barely wanting to do anything but eat, sleep, and sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
And I really don't think there's anything wrong with that.
There are times when we need to tune down, breathe a little, and not get so wrapped up in our "commitments".
Yes, I still do my homework on a day-to-day basis, but some things, to a point, aren't worth pulling your hair out over, like responding to texts, baking, or blogging (I know, I said it. *gasp*).
So, here's to my supreme laziness (I'm just calling it supreme calmness to throw you guys) and temporaary lack of blogging: goodbye laziness, hello productivity!

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hot tamalay!

Every once in a while (okay, multiple times a month) I go and see a movie (or two. or twelve.) These are joyous times for me, full of smiling and dancing and movie-watching. But lets’ be real, going to movies is expensive. The cost of tickets… snacks… it really adds up. So, like many American’s who like their money, I sneak in my snacks.

*Gasp!*

I know, I know, I can feel the judgment falling upon me. But really, who wants to pay five bucks for a small soda? Not me! Or seven dollars for a bag of popcorn? Puh-lease. 

Besides, what else are those ginormous purses supposed to be for? Movie Theater snacks. Obviously. And there is no better way to sneak in goodies (like Hot Tamales, my snack of choice) than in a purse roughly the size of Alaska. (Trust me, sticking a box of Junior Mints under your shirt doesn’t bode well with ticket takers)

“Um, excuse me ma’am, but why do you have a square baby?”

Yeah, those conversations never end well. 

So all I’m saying is that the next time you’re in town, we should go see a movie together… and sneak in snacks… because I just bought a big purse that can fit at least half a candy isle and a couple gallons of water. And if that little box of Junior Mints can’t squeeze into my gimungo bag we can always talk to ticket-takers about oddly shaped babies.

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twenty-thirteen

It's kind of crazy to think that we're coming into a new year already. I look back and think to myself: Self, where did 2012 go?? Or all the years before it, for that matter?

It's odd to think that this year a lot of my life will change quite dramatically. I'll be moving. I'll be stepping into adulthood. I'll be having to make tough decisions, and I know I'm going to be growing every day in my walk with God. 

I wonder what the future holds, where I'll go, who I'll become, and how this all will turn out.
Sometimes I walk down the hallways at school and think: I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to keep going. The world is so big. And I'm so small. 

Isn't it crazy how, when looking at the big picture, we can feel so... small? 

I'm not scared, just a little lost. So many people have been asking me what I'm planning on doing for the rest of my life and it drives me nuts. How can I know? How can I choose now? I personally think that God made this beautiful wonderful world not so we could choose doing just one thing for our entire lives, but so we could do many things with excellence that He desires.

But enough about me... 

What are you looking forward to in the New Year? Desires? Fears? Prayer requests? 

We are all in this together, so lets make 2013 the best year yet!

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from my camel pack to yours....

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haircuts

So, I am not a fan of haircuts. At all.
I'm that girl in the barbershop who's on the edge or tears at the sight of scissors.
And when the first snip of the hair takes place... well, you better believe I'm screaming almost at the top of my lungs "MY HAIIIR!!!" then I crawl around on my knees, stroking the tendrils that have fallen to the floor begging for the barber to put. them. back. on.
So this past week when finally got an inch cut off of my beautifully long brown hair it was a pretty historical moment.
Maybe it's an irrational fear, and honestly, it's probably something I should get ever.
So.
Deep sigh.
I've decided that after prom next year I will cut off my hair and donate it to Locks of Love. Yes, maybe I will cry a little bit, but my hair will be going on to do great things :)
What a wonderful feeling.

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