Alright-here's my real entry.

Not much is going on here...

Well, acutally, alot is. My mother..... I talked to my parents last night, and i was reminded that they dont exist. That they aren't parents. The only parenting they know how to do is one of five year olds. They are GREAT parents to a little kid...but to a teenager? They just dont get it. They CAN'T get it. In other words, i'm mourning the loss of my parents. I'm learning to parent myself....to give myself what i need instead of begging at the feet of my parents for something they are constituionally uncapable of giving me.

I had an awesome day yesterday. It was September 11th, a sad day for America. I mourned the losses of those who died, but i rejoiced in the fact that i am alive today and that there are people all around me who are dying to hear the message God has given me- That they are precious, they are beautiful, He loves them no matter what, and He will run back to meet them if they decide to turn back. The reason my day was so good is because i had 4 deep conversations with 4 different people during my school day. Which is pretty impressive...considering that i have 5 classes...not counting lunch, so i guess that would be 6. My philosophy is that if i manage to affect one person during the 5 months that i am at this school in Texas, it was all worth it. If i am able to make even the smallest difference in someone's life.

I find that some of the most unattractive people on the outside have some of the most wonderful hearts. I find that some of the most beautiful people on the outside have some of the ugliest hearts. I also find that some beautiful people have beautiful hearts, that some unattractive people have ugly hearts... But my point is, the whole 'dont judge a book by its cover' thing. Things really are not what they appear. I have a passion to know SOULS. I connect with those around me on a deep level, to learn as much about life from thsoe around me as humanly possible during the time we know each other. If you think about it, superficial conversations are worthless. They have absolutely no eternal value.