Today

Today, I met a boy.  Here's how:
I was looking for a computer in the Math Lab, where my mom works.  I had some time to kill and homework to do.  I spotted an empty computer next to an extremely handsome guy.  Little did I know, he would start a conversation with me.  I could tell from the beginning that he was different.  For one thing, he initiated the conversation with me while I was minding my own business.  Usually, it is the other way around for me.
After a conversation, I added him on Facebook.

We have a date for Saturday.

Dreary Days of a Dungeon Slave

Emotionless smiles haunt the faces of the workers biding their time until they until they get promoted to bigger and better things.  As the children bumble in and out of the park, their faces light up as we call them prince or princess.  They love it when we curtsy or bow to them in recognition.  There is never a good balance of the number of workers during a night.  There is always too few or far too many.

There are so many people on this planet.  We are all so worried about finding our soulmate.  None of us truly bring to light the value of finding a true best friend.  To me, that is far superior to romantic love.  I understand how much happiness romance can bring, but knowing that my best friend will be there no matter what has far more benefits.  I'm not sure for guys what this means, but for girls it means getting to chit chat and not having to finish sentences.  It means singing love ballads to one another in the car with the windows down.  It means not having to explain yourself and having someone get what you didn't say.
The random "50 points if you hit a skateboarder"s or "dibs" can never truly measure the impact a lifelong friendship has on us.
Sarah, I know God has blessed me with you in my life and I love you so much.  I understand how often I write about you, but I hope you know that that is the only way I can think of to say how I feel about us.

Don't worry about disappointing me, I'm used to people sucking.

I really don't have anything else at the moment besides that sentence.

However, I do have some news.

The leader of my college ministry has so many stories.  Mickey Pittman could tell us a different story every week and we'd be nowhere close to his memoir.  So, since I've been wanting to write a book and have yet to come up with anything good,  I'm going to start interviewing Mickey.  He is such an inspirational man and I will keep this up to date as the interviews progress.

In the meantime, God bless.

Hate Me or Love Me at your Own Risk

Hating anyone eats away at your soul slowly.  Loving me, though, might be more difficult than hating me.

Wob

It's been a while.  Almost 5 years have passed since the last time I saw you.
In 8th grade, we were in the same class.  I remember my mom pointing you out and saying you were cute.  I shrugged it off because you were too cute to like a girl like me.  In 8th grade, I had hair as big as it was long.  I had braces.  I was still at that awkward toothpick body shape stage.  You were so out of my league.
Even now, after all these years, so much has changed, but I still feel so flattered that you like me.  You're training for the Marines right now, but somehow manage to take time to text me every so often.  Every text from you gives me a brand new smile that I don't have to fake.  I cannot wait until August when you come home.  I want to see you so bad.
I miss you, Robert Smith and I'm so flattered that you miss me, too.

Conversation in a classroom

Girl: Do you have a pen?
Boy: Yes
-girl uses pen and passes pen and attendance sheet back to boy-
girl finds a pen in her bag
Girl: Oh.  I just found a pen.
Boy: Well it's too late now.  It's ok.  You just wanted to start a conversation.
Girl:  You caught me.  That was my latest pick up line.

& while I hate this class, these conversations make it worth while.