Today I hung out with Hannah Goetz. I'm thinking about making her one of my bffs. but I don't know. Her teeth are awesome. Way better than mine. I like to have friends that have teeth as bad or worse than my own. I feel much more comfortable that way. I feel normal. It's a small miracle that Sara and I are friends, cuz her teeth look like they were fashioned out of marble by an Italian artist.  Hannah's teeth are pretty much that kind of perfect too. I mean, it's nice to look at, but it's a lot to live up to. ya know?
But basically, this was one of those days where you meet someone so amazing that you know that you'll never be the same. Kinda like the day I discovered Kashii cereal. I can tell that my life has already changed just by knowing her. People that awesome radically change your life just by being in their presence.  So yeah, I can verify, she's pretty cool for a person. I would say that she earns an A+. No, I'm sorry, she earns an A. I have to dock her because she hates burritos. That's weird. I don't know any Americans who don't like burritos. That seems unpatriotic. People think burritos are Hispanic in nature, but they aren't. They're straight-up American.
    Also, why do I act like such an immature little kid? argh. that bothers me. I'm trying to figure it out. I think it's largely an introvert-based quality. I'm awkward and maybe kinda shy about being real. It's also probably because I spend so much time on my own that when I'm with a bunch of people, it gives me absurd energy...and I know that sounds like that kinda goes against my introvert theory, but it actually doesn't. um....yeah I can't really explain that. or at least, I'm not going to try. I probably COULD explain it.
      I like good conversation, I like to know about people's lives, but I guess I'm awkward in approaching that. I'm sitting there across from Jill and I have a million questions that I'd love to ask about her life, but...I didn't really say anything. I always feel like I come off like a jerk. I do, don't I? I'm just awkward. I swear I really do have quite a vibrant heart underneath all the childish behavior.
I get frustrated with myself on days like these. I get so excited that I act so immature.
        I love baptism days. Makes me cry. But we didn't get to sing at all! what the heck?!? that's my favorite part normally! ah well, kinda worth it. But still, I would've stayed an extra half-hour if we could've sang more! I love baptism days. I really, really, really do. I love my church, I love my pastor, I love my homegroup. I love sitting in church sunday morning and hearing the voices of the Redeemed all joined together with one focus. Blows my heart away.
bye.