"Not my head-head."

Last night, I went to bed around 12AM [so technically, this morning, bit you get the general idea]. That kind of deserves a pat on the back. Too bad I took a three hour nap today and ruined everything. D:< I went to church this morning hoping for a Cameron sermon [even though he fails as a crush, he's still a good speaker] and got a man with a 'gravelly' voice, as my mother puts it, who talks through his cheeks. That kind of only makes sense to me, I guess, but when I think of him speaking, I think of the gangsters who put the paper crap in the sides of their mouths near their bottom teeth, puffing their cheeks out and slurring their speech. Catch my drift?

Our new pastor who is coming in September has the same name as my favored preacher's wife [Pastor Marty and his wife Caroline]. Someone announced today that, "Pastor... Pastor Marty will be coming on the sixth of September." The awkwardness of exchanging the name of the Pastor we love for this unknown man is kind of the most difficult thing. Everyone stumbles over the new title like we've never been to church before and I can't even accept that I'll never see them again. Today I got out of the car thinking, Hmm, I'll ask Pastor Don who's preaching today... and then remembering he's gone. All of this melancholy is pretty new because since before getting confirmed, I thought a pastor might make me believe in God. I feel kind of like a hypocrite now.

Today in chruch, of course, I was talking about my beloved Cameron [coughcough]. Mark walked over and needed to tell me the thing that everyone has already discussed, "I could never seeing you be the Pastor's wife." God [lawlJesusjokes] knows this statement is in its truest form, but why not indulge Mark and ask deeper? We all know that's why he even brought it up. "I know," I said. "But why do you think so?" Mark furrowed his brow while looking toward the ceiling, obviously looking for an easy way to put this without trying to offend, but doing so regardless. "Well... Miss Marty [Pastor Don's wife, as I said] is opinionated.. but she does it with style." Ouch.

After church we went to the mall in hopes to find me a messenger bag for school-- success! I also got a Gryffindor shirt from Hot Topic and the cashier and I had the most epic Twilight discussion one can have while watching your sister get Insane Clown Posse fingerless gloves. He's the only boy besides Tyler who I have ever talked to who has read the Twilight series. Fist pump.

After that madre went grocery shopping and we got pencils and shtuff as well as making a run to Staples [since it's basically right next store the the grocercy's] and I got paper and a two-inch binder to start me off. After driving home I printed out my two summer reading essays and prepared my bookbag like all the cool kids do. I'm still pretty nervous, but most of it is irrational and unnecessary. Example: I do not worry about trying to find my classes. I worry about which side of the road I need to stand on for the bus to pick me up.

Now I'm talking to the beloved Tyler about my school fears and reading assignments and the fact that our summers sucked and that we should be dates for the homecoming dance. This reminds me of my sixth grade year when we would have late night phone calls and talk about God knows what.

Well, I definitely have to end this blog right about here. My computer [Bob Faggot] has been repeatedly fracking up my blogging zen so it's taken about an hour so now it's tomorrow and there are two days left of freedom. Sad face.



Currently listening: Tyler's melodious voice
Crushing: Shaycarl
Reading: Prisoner of Azkaban