What is it that God is trying to tell me? There is something inside me that is telling me that I'm wrong, that I don't know what I want even after knowing my whole life. I've known my whole life that I've wanted to live in St. Louis, but is it possible that I have always been mistaken? As much as I want to figure that out, I'm not quite sure how to go about asking God what his plans are for me. Listening is something I'm good at, but I've never tried to listen to God in this situation. Now seems to be the time, so I might as well put some Q-tips to use. My ears will need to be ready for anything.
Two dates have passed already where I was supposed to be on my way and starting a new life. It's difficult to believe that something I'd be stuck with has already begun to pester me half to death. Who's to say it wouldn't soon put me in my grave?
I'm not looking to be driven crazy. No thank you.
So far, I've thought pretty deep into this whole listening subject. Clues that lead me to stay in Michigan aren't making themselves bumps on my road of travel, but I've found myself stopped at a cliff. I don't want to jump off only to be stuck somewhere I don't belong.
Ethan.
There has never been a situation where I used somebody's real name in a blog, but...
Ethan.
Ethan ran into me while I was with a previous crush. Silly stories of ladies denying his cheesy pick up lines danced from his lips. My comments tore those ladies to pieces as they must be members of some NubClub. Any girl using fake numbers to turn down a nice guy has to be a real nub.
I taught Ethan how to get a girl's real number while actually giving him my own. How that happened, quite frankly I don't care. I just love that it happened. And now I am falling...into what I am unsure...but who cares? I'm falling into the arms of someone who will be there, no doubts.
Ethan is silly.
Ethan is wonderful.
Ethan is my boyfriend.
...and I like him! =]
Into a new pair of shoes, today's fruit is the lemon. There are countless uses for this magical citric wonder, but for the internet world, I leave two:
1. Applying the juice from half a lemon to the face can help clear skin.
2. Fresh lemon juice can help accomplish weight loss.
Pickles, Pickles, PICKLES!
My best friend has an ex boyfriend. Here are my thoughts:
He is a bad kind of crazy.
He is a liar of many sorts.
He is very manipulative.
He should be in politics.
I don't like him.
He can lick my big toe(words used by my angry grandmother).
Done due to sheer laziness,
Emily Page.
P.s. My sleep schedule is back to the norm.
