...if that heel doesn't look attached at all,
that's because it's not.
In the middle of class, I crossed my legs, only to find the heel of my shoe dangling.
Although, I did get to go barefoot for a while.
Anyone wanna let me borrow your superglue? For the love of awesome shoes?
I painted Greg and I's masks for formal
[it's a masquerade this year]
last night, and I love how they turned out.
I had big [read:complicated] plans for mine, but then the glitter went on and...
I couldn't stop.
I wanted to run around the room throwing that stuff everywhere.
I'm seriously considering quitting school,
and running around all day just throwing it places.
Pictures I like:
My roommate's notebook.
Fruit stickers galore.
Our ghetto sink.
[love this thing]
The Son is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.
For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him.
He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.
And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy.
For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.
Colossians 1: 15-20
In him all things hold together, thank goodness.
It's like... a really good thing that I'm not the one holding my life together.
Because it would be a ridiculous mess.
[a bigger mess than breaking your shoes,
falling down the stairs in an unrelated incident this morning,
drinking milk thinking it was juice and almost choking,
forgetting people's names daily,
and falling asleep on the couches in the library]
Can I get an amen to me not being left to my own devices?