Epic

Epic thing are so great. Like soundtracks. Or just music in general. With all the rain, it has been so great to listen to epic piano music and walk around seeing the campus in a more significant light. Things mean more with epic music and rain, I think. Or at least in my head. Perhaps I should make posts when my brain is a little more pulled together.
Really, what business do I have writing this at all when I should be reading accounting? I think the answer is none. However...I am so glad I went to Wesley tonight. The Presence of the Lord is so sweet. And the Word of the Lord.
I want more. Always more. I want to be ruined by the Potter and rebuilt into something better. More beautiful and perfect. Intensely better than it ever would have been otherwise. Ruin me for anything else but You. Ruin me for anything but perfect love and fellowship with the Spirit.
With that, it is bedtime.

Life is Good

Scarring childhood experiences in school. Problems with state universities. The interesting things of which Apartment 60 speaks. How I love good atmospheres. Good Music. Smell-good candles. Comfy couches. About to play my guitar. I truly love being in my apartment this semester. And living with these girls. I think I will go fully enjoy this evening.

Boo on Fitting Rooms

Got fitted for a bridesmaid dress today. What if boys had to get measured according to size for their man parts, too. I mean, not to be raunchy, but I just about had a fit this morning[the kind inside my head, that is], wishing I was made differently. Anyhow. Enough on that.
Right when I woke up today, and lies and accusations started coming at me. Not exactly a surprise, but the shocker was even though I was still half asleep, Jesus granted me the grace and clarity to refute them right then and not even let them bother me. What a beautiful thing! I expect too little from our Majestic and Loving God, I think. Rather, I know. So here's to expecting GREAT things for my dreams and the day tomorrow...

Great Story

Ok so I was plucking my eyebrows this evening once I got home--as in family home. In Mom's bathroom. Leaning over the counter precariously. Without paying attention, I procede to jam an incense stick up my nose as I bend to get a better angle for lighting to see spare hairs. I bled. Not much, but I made myself bleed by putting my nose on a stick.
Really, Kelly?

Another Day Another Year

Well, hey. Senior year has begun. And the first week is over. I am old!! But not really.

How about Accounting? Woof. Families, The Older Years, and Disablities. Nice.
I really love our new couch. It makes the whole room very homey. The different look and feel is good. New year. New fall. New outlook. New start.
This year will be different. Veeerrry different.

So let's go...