I cannot hold up any book and say, ‘Here. This is what I believe.’ I do not know of any church where I would feel at home. But I do believe that what people call God refers to something real… I would even go so far as to say that this God of mine makes demands. To learn, to teach, to engage. To be aware of and respect the world around me. To acknowledge that there are things greater then myself and to be humble in their presence.—Dan Jackson
I keep meaning to update, but I don't so I'll do a few quick snippets of the last few weeks.
Sara Mellas hates roller coasters and is a light weight. I love her dearly and am terribly excited about having a solid relationship in the fuckery that is the Jamieson line. I will never, ever go to Patrick's parties again. My relationship with Tim's parents is FA NEE TOH. Good. Margaret and I are friends again. I never, ever thought we'd be together again. I'm not getting my hopes too high yet. I missed her so much. I hope this works out. Austin, oh wow. I've bought any and everything Obama related. I can't wait for this year to begin and then be over. I'm so excited for college. My hair is long again. I am sketched out by Belle Isle. I'm actually making solid relationships with females. I've let Ashley go and I've accepted what I'm not able to control. I've been inspired in ways I haven't been in almost four years.
I'm ready.
I love texting my mother.
Katy: Can I go to Capital Ale House tonight?
Mom: For burgers
Katy: And all the alcohol my 5'3" seventeen year old body can consume? Good plan.
Katy: Going to pool, becoming a brazen sun goddess. Be back around 2:45ish.
Mom: I only hope I'll recognize you.
Katy: Look for a golden glow accompanying a perfect bod. I'll also be the one surrounded by attractive males.
Mom: I'd expect nothing less.
I still need to write about Sara and Margaret, but I'll get to that later.
