i’m the black sheep. the anomaly. the outlaw.

It's like I set such high standards for myself, like I'd rather spend all my energy proving that I'm actually an alright person. That I'm funny (even when I'm not). That I'm not awkward (even when I am). That I'm not the dumb blonde sorority girl. That there actually IS a brain in there and I'm not just some obtuse, flaky dunce.

dude. chill.

Let's be real...unless you're trying to protect a secret nuclear bomb, or you're creating a cure for (no, not cancer), the obesity epidemic, the future of mankind doesn't depend on you and whether you check everything off this week's to-do list.

out with 22, in with 23 (africa update!)

Even though I'm only a day older than yesterday, and only a year is added onto my age, I think I like the 22-year-old version of the single, still-haven't-graduated, still-living-at-home, me, a lot better.

bible beaters

I had grown up in a Christian home and considered myself saved, but these people were just plain weird about it. Sure, they seemed happy, but why did they have to plaster their faith everywhere? Didn't they KNOW what others thought of them?

can anybody hear me?

Sometimes when I think about this blog I think, "Is anyone even reading what I'm writing?"

everything kansas

In my household, March is (hands down) the most anticipated and the most important month out of the entire year. More so than Christmas, birthdays, Thanksgiving, Spring Break, or even Summer break. No, the time of the year I have always looked forward to most, is March Madness.

the sun has risen

“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.” – C.S. Lewis

100%

In my mind, happiness is what fills us; what keeps us full. We can't run properly if our tank of happiness is full of something we WANT to make us happy, or THINK will make us happy.