the night the pot head kissed me. yes.

sometimes, things do not happen like we imagine them. when this happens, it's best to laugh.

sometimes it happens worse than you imagined, sometimes better, and sometimes it's just different. whichever way it has happened, i say - find a way to get a chuckle from it!

i seriously am at a point of delirium, what with a total of three hours of sleep last night, the crazy sleeping patterns of the past week, all of the exams, and the extravagant events of the past few days of my humble little life. as i sit here on my last day as an office receptionist this semester, i am looking at my situation from the outside in, and i cannot help but laugh.

of course these things would happen to me! and let me simply say that this happened way differently than i thought it might. i am more and more convinced that one might even be able to write a book about all of the absolutely ridiculous and stupendous things that have happened to me, and someone might even enjoy reading it. you know, i just like to think of the things i've gone through as stories. and the best way i'd like the stories to be told is as if they were satires.

so, needless to say, i'm ready to leave this mountain town for a good little while, and get some real, thorough healing for my heart. to be around my family. to celebrate engagements, and lingerie, friendships, birthdays, and a really great birth day. to remember who i am and who i have been called to be. to grow in strength and humility. to feel grace. to be thankful for the men in my life who act like men and treat me like a lady.

so today, even with three hours of sleep, i turned in my take-home exam, walked around all over campus and king street doing a stupidly long list of to-do's (including picking up a mug i painted for my dad for Christmas, and taking my resume to Gladiola Girls). i said the final goodbye to the sticky situation over lunch, and when i came home - instead of taking a much needed nap before work as i suspected i would - i got the cleaning bug. i wanted to clean every little bit of that apartment, every square inch, and i did. i did in a sleepy stupor. and i can't tell you how excited i am to come home to a clean apartment, a clean start, almost packed bags, and an exclusive special viewing of, none other than, THE HOLIDAY.

i am so ready for the highway tomorrow! God, thank You for never loving me less. my hope, and my ability to laugh, rests in this.

-s