Love is a Battle, Love is War, Love is Pain

I learned what cursive B's are supposed to look like today. I learned cursive in 3rd grade but was way faster at writing in print so after we finished that unit, I barely used cursive. Most of the letters aren't too difficult to remember because they're just regular letters with tails or loops, but there are still a couple capital letters that I forgot how to write. Like B. Actually that may be the only one. Well I'm not 100% sure about D's either. Usually when I write them, I just make them up and add some loop or tail somewhere. Today, I was glitter painting some Christmas stockings, and two of my roommates have names that start with B's so I figured I should probably make the letters right. They turned out pretty well I'd say.

Thursday was a pretty excellent day. I slept in, I got some papers done, choir was fine, dinner with Stout was good, and our night class was especially good. We talked about juvenile deliquency (google chrome is trying to tell me that deliquency is not a word. It is, stupid. Oh well. Jokes on google. Google chrome doesn't even recognize google as a word.) It's a topic I'm interested in, but it also didn't hurt that I ate like, 3 candy bars and we also spent the last 20 minutes of class talking about all the bad/crazy things we did growing up. It was fun.

I hope to work in a juvenile deliquency field at some point in my social work career. The inner-city Flint kid week is my favorite at camp and I just love those kids. It reminded me of Davion who was a kid in the cabin I helped out with this last summer. He was the one who always pushed the limits and always acted like he was too cool to participate in stuff, especially chapel. I don't think he liked me very much until I raced him from the bathrooms back to the cabin and beat him. Then he liked me. Or at least respected me. The last night during devotions when I told the boys I wanted to keep praying for them and asked if any of them wanted prayer for anything specifically, he was the one that told the other boys to shut up and listen to what I was saying because it was serious and then asked me to pray that he would be able to change his behavior and attitude and care more about others. That boy melted my heart. This was all really great too, because thinking about all that made me realize how badly I wanted to go back for one final summer at Covenant Hills, and then Livia texted me later and told me she had decided she wanted to go back. Whether she went back or not was one of the biggest influences on whether I officially decided to go back or not. So, AWESOME!!! :) Covenant Hills, that's where I want to be.

After that, I came back and we went to Steak and Shake and it was seriously one of the funnest nights I've had in a long time. There was a whole lot of people there that are pretty cool and I somehow ended up making a fool of myself by putting everyone's hats and scarves and gloves on. The waitress took a picture of me. I have never had a waitress take a picture of me. Really it was just fun because some of my old friends and lots of my new friends were all in the same place and were all having fun together. I also felt wanted and cared about and that's a good feeling. We came back and B read me a book about how I suck at flirting. It was great.

Today was not as awesome. That's okay. Everything was pretty normal til dinner, and then things just got kinda weird and off. Emily and I ran around campus for an hour and collected 7 posters of our faces but ended up autographing one and giving it to Mad and Pange's suite. I ate yummy, goopy cheesecake and watched one of the strangest movies I've ever seen. And it made me not like Kevin Costner which is sad because I really like him in Upside of Anger. After that, it got really weird, and someone said something to me that kind of made me second guess some things and it was dumb. It was a bizarre Friday night and not one I'd necessarily like to repeat, but it happens.

Well, I am going to go to bed, once again, FAR too late, and then will wake up sometime tomorrow afternoon and spend the day in the library working on all of these final assignments that have to be finished before I can go home for 3 weeks. And there's a frick ton of them. Bleh. Tomorrow will be one of those productive days that I will hate every minute of but feel so accomplished about afterwards. Not my favorite kind of Saturday, but such is life.

Oh and here's a picture of Davion:



He, of course, is the one sitting on the top corner of the swing even after we had told them probably a thousand times not to climb on it. Ironically, it did end up collapsing the next week. So devious, but so cute. Keep him in your prayers :)

Why did it have turkey legs?