there's something in my eye. that's it.

So this week is the dreaded revival at church. I do not like it. It gets way too emotional. This is what I get for belonging to a southern baptist church in the bible belt. Ehh, I don't know what I am but it is NOT southern baptist. A preacher does not have to yell. Gays (I believe) do not burn in hell. And there is something between worshiping the devil and doing jumping jacks for God. I mean come on. I guess not all of it angered me. Some of the stuff that was said was okay. But what really got me was the music. That and the look of all the people being "touched by God". I believe he's there in some form so I suppose it's true I felt Him tonight. But as I have been doing for so long now, I ignored it. Because if I take anything religious seriously I start to cry. I don't know; it's an in the moment thing. Every time something that applies to me is said I feel like it was said for me and so I simply MUST cry. So I don't listen. I pick at my nails, make my meal plans for the week, and just zone in and out. But I don't touch anywhere around my eyes, that might hint at me crying. At the end everyone went to the alter to pray. I went to so I wouldn't feel weird standing alone. But when I got there I knelt beside the weeping guest preacher and my step grandfather (affectionately called Grandaddy). He put his arm around me while everyone was praying. I lost it. I cried. I felt stupid and ashamed. I didn't want anyone to see me. He never shows emotion. He loves his grandchildren, I know. But I'm the only step grandchild so I do get treated a little differently. This gesture really surprised me. I left as soon as we were dismissed I drove off in a hurry to my "secret place". Just a dead end cemetery on a dirt road. I don't know why I went. I think I wanted to let out a scream. Well, I felt silly there. So I wept (just a little) and went home. Ohh, then I binged and uhh, purged. Now I'm just kind of waiting for a mental breakdown of some sort. Whatever, I get to do it all again tomorrow! (whew that sarcasm was harsh. I guess it isn't actually that bad.)

music is my life, no seriously.

Well today was ehh. Any chance I could I listened to my extensive eating disorder playlist. Therefore I had a terrible ED day. I also had a Spanish and Adv. Geometry test. I feel good about the Spanish (I studied..alot!) as for the geo? I don't think I care. Band cheered me up, but of course it exhausted me. Then I went to tutor a couple of kids. I don't think I'll ever get one of them to pass. It's so stressful!!! I feel like it's my fault if she makes horrible grades. UGHH. So as soon as I got home I made a tuna and avocado sandwich. YUM!:D Then discovered some new music. Lucas Carpenter, The Acadamy is...,Letters and Lights, and I got a Dubstep album. $9.99 for 99 songs! Whew! All the funny remixes and upbeat rhythms have shot my mood up A LOT. I get to hang out with Alex all day tomorrow. My parents will be home...but we can be sneaky! Tomorrow night my little itty bitty community (it's not big enough to be called a town) is having a tractor pull. I go every year and he's never been so we're going, but we'll probably just make fun of all the really country hicks most of the time.:D (I don't know why the text is different:/ I couldn't fix it.)

The (REAL) best feeling(s)

That last post was insanely negative and hopeless. I'm sorry. I won't delete it....but I'll try to make up for it. I was going to wait until I was relatively happy to write this but it appears I'm in a slump. So I'm thinking this will end by making me happy or just being a sucky post.

The best feeling my in fact be:

• settling into a perfectly made bed
• laughing until it hurts with someone you love
• watching your favorite movie (even though you've seen it countless times)
• competing perfectly at a competition. (or game, whatever you do.)
• that first not so guilty bite of a Reese's cup
• completing that perfect piece of art, music, poem, story (again, whatever you do)
• realizing you have the Perfect outfit on
• perfect hair days
• seeing your family...and realizing you're actually glad
• that feeling after a hard workout
• anticipation for...well anything exciting
• completing a long good book
• knowing you have "people"
• singing at the top of your lungs
• holding a baby, lol
• smiling for no reason
• answering an unexpected phone call
  
  I could go on. That was fun. I should definitely do it more often. :) Goodbye. I was just called ;D

The best feeling...

is that of a blade sliding down your thigh. Or perhaps it is when you watch the white sliver fill with blood. Whatever.

me gusta

Hello again. I haven't posted in a while because well, I guess I'm lazy. :P I can not say nothing has been going on. It has. I started school Monday, 10th grade. Just as exciting as it sounds. Nahh, I like it. I love my teachers and I think this semester will be a good one. On the other hand it's way too hot to have band practice and we are falling behind! Our first game is in ten days! Whoo! :DD Then band season has finally begun. No one will ever understand how happy that makes me. I love those people and all the experiences that go with them. Oh, and I guess trumpet is cool, too. OOH! Something awkward thing happened today.
My boyfriend tells me EVERYTHING whether I really need/want to know or not. Well he confessed to (in the past) looking up porn (alot). Which whatever, he's 17. Why wouldn't he? But he did it in such a way I thought he meant he looked at Gay porn. Uhh, there is a HUGE undeniable difference between the two. I spent 10 minutes speechless and doubting his sexuality.
Don't get me wrong straight guys can look at gay porn. I won't judge, but it IS weird hearing it from your boyfriend.