1. Do not interfere with your friends' personal life then try to play it off like everything's cool and that you had her permission. It was not your place. Her lessons are her own to learn, and her mistakes are her own to make. It's a process, and she's made leaps and bounds in the past two years. Don't try to step in now when she's just getting the hang of it (learned vicariously, btw).
2. My voice is easily lost.
3. It's a damn good thing we don't have dances like homecoming every weekend.... heck, even every month. My body, voice, heart, and makeup bag couldn't take it.
4. It's also a good thing I don't dress up really fancy more often. It felt almost like dressing up for Halloween, complete with ball gown, excessive cosmetics and hairspray, and lots of giggles.
5. Those holes that have been killing me lately? Yeah, it's possible for them to be filled. It doesn't take much to feel whole again, but when I do, it's like nothing bad ever happened.
6. There is no such thing as too much dark chocolate.
7. Fireworks make me and Sierra act like little kids again/little old ladies, complete with pulling chairs out into the parking lot to sit in so our lazy/hurt bones can chillax and freak out at the same time.
8. I really enjoy spending time with Sierra. This is a new and gradual (over the past 12 or so months) development. She used to scare me. Now she's one of my best friends and closest confidantes. That's nice :)
9. There's a reason I don't play videogames anymore. What happened when we played Spongebob on Sierra's xBox Friday night is a testament to that. It's addictive.
10. I'm tired. and I need sleep. And I'm so grateful for the Panera/Starbucks/fellowship tomorrow morning's Bagel Bash with the Chaplain's office will bring; my life is in desperate need of it lately. I only need to make it to Wednesday and then I can focus on fixing my life. Right now, I'm just held together with tape and glue like Bailey. And it scares me.
11. I lovelovelove bragging on Seanne. She kicked some serious booty in goal against Guilford Saturday, and the Guilford parents were in awe of her. I piped up that she was my best friend. They said, "She's having a hell of a game. Be sure to tell her that for us." I replied, "Thank you. She's having a hell of a year, in fact. She has the most saves in the conference." Of course, I spoke too soon; at that point, she let in the only goal of the game. It was a crazy perfect shot, though; she later made up for it by diving and hitting the ball out, and when it came at the goal again one second later, she did an amazing backflip to knock it out and halfway down the field. This is why I love her. I am such a soccer mom ;)
12. I am not, however, scared by the fact that my BFF stole a pumpkin from homecoming for me in hopes that it would turn into a carriage complete with Prince Charming to take me home because I was too much like Cinderella for my own good Saturday night (the thief was Seanne, in case you couldn't figure it out). No dice; however, Mariah did put me in her new car (Kia Soul) and take me to Sheetz, which is pretty much the equivalent at this point in my life. I love my ladies.
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