Thinking...

So I finally took a break from all of this English work I have to do, and this is just random thoughts that went through my head. When I say random, they have no connection whatsoever.

If you put a Sour Patch Kid into water, then take it out, will the sugar from the outside of the Kid dissolve into the water and make lemonade?

It's funny how I get such a desire to serve God, to love Him, to show him to the world...I think this is a sign.

You know, when people cry, whether it's because someone died or they're going through a rough time, WHATEVER the reason, why do they end up smiling and saying "Sorry..." and covering their face? Are they NOT sad anymore? Are they afraid to actually show the world what they actually feel? Why is it so simple for humans to let their happy-mask come up quickly? Why are they embarrassed about what they were just crying about? Are they concerned how they look? Honestly, when I cry (example: our last lovely competition when my back spazzed majorly), I just cried. I was WELL aware that my eyes were puffy and I was well aware by the end of the day my lip was so swollen and red (bleeding by the end...) from biting it. I kinda just...didn't care. Why do people really care THAT much about appearance that they swallow up what they're feeling to look nice? Is that what society wants? Unfeeling, apathetic Barbie dolls?

Corn syrup is really gross. The combination is corn syrup and sugar together is even worse. Really. It hurt my teeth. I learned this today.

I'm so ready to be better, really. I hate being sick.

I'm NOT A FAN OF MAKEUP WORK. My English teacher is out to KILL. ME. We have this huge project that was supposed to be with 2 people but she decided to give it to me solo. Gee, thanks, Mrs. T.

I'm very alone tonight. My family is gone. And I'm here doing work and watching Say Yes to the Dress. :[. Tomorrow's gonna suck.

I NEED TO GO WINTER SHOPPING. I NEED LONG SLEEVES ACTUALLY. I'm tired of being cold.

OH MY GOODNESS I'm going to miss Mike. A lot. Actually, I'm gonna miss all of the seniors...But Mike...yeah, I'll cry my eyes out when he leaves considering he's my brother and the boy that keeps me...'steady'...with our family, and my source of knowledge when it comes to my homework, and the boy that finishes my food and then has seconds, and the boy that plays saxophone at 10:30 PM when I'm trying to sleep and all of that. Don't go, seniors. You're all too nice. College is overrated.

My dog needs a bath. She smells.

I HEARD AN OWL TONIGHT. Pretty cool.

I'm cold. And tired. Gonna lay down.

That's pretty much it. Yep.

~j