i worry about my friends...

but mostly i worry about my own sanity.
its been a while since i've really really laughed.
i found this video the other day.
oh, my loves.




Today i get see Eliz and Autumn.
oh, its been over a month.
i missed them.
=]

Read It

This book is simply amazing.
It opened my eyes.
Go to your local library and check this one out.
Once you start--you won't be able to put it down.
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May God's Love shine through all of us.

Venting

This entry is strictly venting.
i have to.
Bare with me. Props to those who stick through this whole entry.

Lets Start;
Today--Yes, i have watched the movie Becoming Jane...it was about the great Jane Austen's life. My friend and I were very very excited to see this movie. i love Jane Austen. Read almost every novel. Great stuff.
Soo, of course we were inticipating another P&P....but NO... it wasnt.

-the movie started out like any other Austen movie...Girl meets boy..detests boy..boy acts bad....boy falls in love...girl realizes her love for the boy...but then the movie turns depressing.
Depressing--yes, that is a strong word. i undestand. but this movie made me angry and frustrated.
Every girl, at one point, wishes she lives in the world of Jane Austen. its just plain romantic. but, this movie displayed that society as a ughly and harsh place. Families being ripped apart by disease and scandals. Being a women without money is the worst. [ i would like to point out how thankful i am how far women have come ] anyways-- Money.
it plays a HUGE part in this part in this movie. It tears love apart, and on that fact alone brings me alot sadness.
I feel immensely sad for Jane. She didnt deserve her fate.
i could go one about how its completely and utterly unfair how women were treated back then. i could go on and complain on how ignornant men can be and how they dont think about their decisions. and i could possibly vent about how Jane decided her own destiny and how brave she was by making those decisions.
[disappointment hopes is the hardest kind of punishment when it comes with women]
i could and maybe i will in the future vent about this movie some more, and explain a little more.
But...i wont.
Surprised?
Me too.


maybe another time for a camp story.
someone call me for coffee. anyone.

have a lovely day.

Being a Big Sister

So, basically everyone keeps asking me how my 3 weeks were being a SRT [Solid Rock Teen] aka a Junier Counselor. i was a big sister. kinda. its hard to explain. there are the main couselors who are in their twenties and then there are the SRTs. here's some background info: there were 9 of us..6 girls...3 boys..around the age of 16-18. and all of us have been to camp at Alpine a number of years. alot of years. [personally-this was my 9th yr] camp is addictive. i cant get enough of it. i was an SRT last yr--this year i knew what i was getting myself into. it was different, and if you ask me which year i liked best-- i couldnt tell you. i love camp. i love being a camper and i love having campers. back to what i said --i felt like a big sister, but different. i didnt know these girls, but i loved living with them. whenever i describe cabin life i tell everyone that i live with about 10 little girls in a tiny cabin.[ which is true ] but, its different. and when you are excited and that makes them excited about camp. I deff learned that lesson; Attitudes are Contagious. as an SRT, you set goals everyweek. Such as giving 100%. every.single.day. we had devos we had to do every morning and a time during the day set aside to talk about devos with your accountability partner. [ Hi Aili! i miss you! ] Okay, back to the campers. [ because "Camp is for the campers!" ] My 1st week of girls were amazing. im not just saying that. im serious. most of them were from Bible Center. around the age of 9-10. [ i love that age! ] and they were fast! haha and polite! wow. i miss them. its amazing how close you get with a 9yr old in one week. i need to share this with you; Marilyn was a favorite. i know you arent allowed to choose favorites. but she was. sorry. anyways-- my bed [bottom bunk] was next to hers. and we would leave the bathroom light on for a nightlight. and one night i turned over and the light that was peeking out from the bathroom was shining right in Marilyn's face. her whole body was engulfed by her sleeping bag and and her head was the only thing out. she was sleeping. soundly. i sighed. this may sound really cheesy. but it wasnt. these moments i will never forget. i starred at the little girl's face for almost 5mins straight. Marilyn was in my cabin last year and she is 10 yrs old. she is little though. blond hair, eager eyes, and a laugh that was contagious. she made me laugh so much. always smiling. i will never forget that look on her face that night. it was a face of peacefulness and innocence. i loved it and love moments like that. its enbedded in my mind. there is another girl--but i'll talk about her later. for now, this is it. my first entry. i have SO much to tell about SRT. i could go on forever. well. not forever. but for a VERY long time. hope i didnt bore you to much. STAY TUNED!