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Chores are curious things. I never noticed it before, but they make you contemplate life a little bit.
My job was to clean Morgan and I's bathroom toilet (which wasn't all that dirty to begin with. But then again, it's a toilet. Ha. Ha. Ha)
So I started squirting the cleaning fluid into the toilet bowl while everything seemed so loud and it felt like someone was trying to drill a spike into my brain. And I thought to myself: You know, tonight's teen prayer. Tonight you are really tired, and in a great deal of pain. You should stay home and not go.
I was actually kind of appalled that I considered it for a second, you have to understand. I DON NOT feel well.
But as I looked into that toilet bowl contemplating my life, and all that was going on and all the junk I'm going through, I made a final decision. Nope. I thought to my crazy conscience. Not happening. I need this.
And I shut that sucker down HARD.
Because in my life, I have arrived at that point where everything is spinning around and around. Nothing's really... straight. And I didn't even need the stewardess to ring her little bell and say: "You have arrived."
I knew that. I could see the desert plain around, I could see my life stretching miles and miles ahead of me, and I didn't need a revelation. I knew and I was ready.

• A lot of people view me as "that girl". I've definitely noticed. It's... weird. But at the same time it's kind of relieving because it adds to the phrase "God has set me apart". Pretty incredible.
• I think this whole high school infatuation thing is being driven over board. SIGH. There are just some things in life I can't handle.
• Like guys. Please. Oh gosh. I think if I lived under a rock until I was twenty I would be SO good. Pretty much half the school is guys and trust me, worthy guys at that.
  
• I have to ask God: "Why did you make so many attractive guys God?"
• It's the question of the century.
  
• And I feel kind of, no really, weird talking about guys and whatnot on our blog.
  
• Anyway.
• I didn't really have a blurb for the day. It was more like: Crazy Contemplations To The Toilet Bowl.
• Amen?
• I think I have said enough. My homecoming dress situation is still dire. Sigh. Life. You gotta love it.
• Enough said.