Banana Muffins, Apple Muffins, Chicken Noodle Soup

My tummy hurts. I don't feel good.

I have to get out of my cave today.

or tomorrow.

but I need to do it soon

I am worried

Worried about my grandparents.

They are not doing well

My mom is worried

She is stressed

She hides it

But I know she is crying inside

she is so stressed

she is sick

I have to be strong

for me

for my mom

for my grandparents

if I can't I don't know

what will happen.

My mom made muffins

mmmmmm

she is a wonderful cook

nothing beats mom's cooking

ever.

Ratatouille all over

It's back! It's Back! My Compy's Back!

"if that is not a function what do you call it?" "not a function."

:D Maybe math won't be so bad.

My compy is fixed! I hope. I mostly just turned it off the right way, and now it works!

I finished the main part of Tsubasa today. and OH MY GOODNESS! After I finished the main ones I watched some OVA... I nearly died! It was so sad and amazing and depressing...

Watch Tsubasa. it is hard to stop because it is so amazing.

Soren and I finished a story. That is two stories I have finished with my friends. One with Emmy, one with Soren. :D makes me feel cool.

I wish I could write what I see in my head and everyone else could see it the same way,

I wish I could draw what I see in my head so everyone would understand what I was talking about.

what is so hard to understand about a radical (square root sign) nothing. as long as you have a calculator. ;D

I want to do something fun.

Better a silly girl with a rose than a silly boy with a horse and a stick

I race through the day in my head, straining to remember where I met him.

I hadn't.

That is right.

I have never seen him. I have never met him

I don't even know what he looks like.

I wish I did.

Maybe he could help me make sense of everything that was happening.

Maybe he could save me from my loneliness.

sometimes I close my eyes and imagine him, I can see his silhouette, admire him from a distance, with a bright light blocking out his figure. Sometimes I can see his clothes, the line of his muscles flexing. But I can't see him.

I don't know what he looks like, or even what he acts like.

it kind of makes me sad.

but then I think again. I know what I look like. What I act like. What I like. And can't that be enough.

I know who I am. I know where I come from. I know I am special. And I know he is special.

I know I am not ready to meet him, I know I must prepare. I know that, when the time is right, I will know that he is my Lance. I will know that this man, whoever he may be, is the one I chose to spend eternity with. Then one I am willing to be with for the rest of my life, and beyond.

I am glad I know these things. For without them, I may perish from despair, loneliness, and boredom. I am glad to know that I can find myself with out assistance from some man, as some think they need. I only need God and the people he places in my path, teaching and rearing me until I am ready.

When I am ready.