Remember Me?

Parachute is one of my favorite bands. I missed the show the last time they played in Nashville, but tonight, I made it. Not only did I make it to the show, but I attended the private pre-show listening party. I was late which was not so awesome, but the whole show was super awesome. If you know me, you know that I get a little starstruck sometimes. I screamed like a little girl at the Justin Bieber concert. I ran after the Jonas Brothers' bus. I follow Parachute on Twitter. I even thought about moving to LA to find Rob Pattinson and Taylor Lautner. I get starstruck and I KNOW THIS. But do these stars know this?

I am one person. I am one person among thousands, sometimes millions, of people wanting to hug these stars. I remember them because they are only one person to me. I met him tonight but he met dozens of girls. I have no star factor, no "bang" or whatever. I'm going to go to another Parachute show and I bet they all introduce themselves to me again.

What does it take for someone to be memorable? What does it take for someone to follow me on Twitter? ;)

not for my eyes

I found something in the midst of going through all my crap. This was not meant for my eyes to read. It was probably written about 15 years ago. It reminded me how lucky I am to be raised and supported by such awesome people...

"Would it help for you to know how much I believe in you? When things are hard, please remember that. Remember that you have someone who is always on your side, walking besides you whether you win or lose, whether you're happy or sad. In the same way that I believe that a sunny day lies ahead, I believe in you. --K."

Typical Blog

I'm going to go ahead and write about my sucky non-existent love life. That's what a blog is for right? To tell the world about my issues hoping that someone reads them.

I am single but I wear a silver band on my left ring finger. This brings up a lot questions and a very easy escape for bad pick up lines. I have worn this ring since my 15th birthday. My step father gave it to me. It is made of two bands, one revolves within the other. When he gave it to me he asked me if he could adopt me, and I should wear the ring until another man is worthy to replace it. I wear this ring with pride because I love my dad and I've worn it for so long I feel incomplete without it on. I love this ring but it is a constant reminder that I am in fact "single" and it has yet to be replaced.

Most people are afraid to be in a relationship because they don't want to be hurt. This is not my case. I do not want to be in a relationship because I have hurt every person I have been with. I have never been broken up with and I have never been the one wanting more out of the relationship. I run away from all commitment. I know what I have done and I don't want that anymore. I am barely 21 years old and this is the first time I haven't had someone romantic to be involved with. When I first got back from Honduras I was engulfed in the word and what God was doing in my life. I knew he was leading me somewhere great, I just didn't know where that was. Although life continues to be a little crazy and in the midst of a big move, I feel secure with my relationship with God and the life I am living.... and now I want someone to look forward to. Someone to live and walk with me with Christ.

Another fact is that I will not be living in Tennessee for much longer, so it would be just SILLY to start anything with anyone now. So it's hard to know that I will be alone for another 3 months. Then I'll be moving to a small town in northern Indiana where the tall, dark and handsome Christian 20-something year olds are plentiful. (That's sarcasm, I'm pretty sure I have met just about all the men that fall under those categories, and not in those categories, in Warsaw and they are either engaged, married, with-child or commitaphobic.) 6 months there.... and then my love life may start itching for a comeback. Stay tuned...

ask me

i love that some of my friends have recognized the changes i have made in my life. it has given me a chance to be a witness to them. i have been able to share my testimony and they have been asking me more questions about my faith. i absolutely love it. i will never ever stop sharing the love of jesus christ.

three

the only things that i can assure will happen in three years are that i will be three years old and hopefully three years wiser. i have absolutely no idea where my life will be three years from now. three years ago i was a freshman at georgetown college in the small town of georgetown, kentucky. after three semesters i transferred to austin peay state university in clarksville, tennessee, where i have been for the past three semesters. in three days i will start my first class as a graduating senior. three days ago i was in northern indiana. three months ago i was stuck in bed as my then-boyfriend changed the bloody gauze out of my cheeks from my wisdom teeth extraction. three months from now i may be preparing myself to move 400 miles north in the middle of winter - single.

life changes - fast.

where will i be then?

a lot can happen in 6 months.

grandma

my grandma was my best friend. she loved me and cuddled me and hugged me more than anyone i can remember. i have absolutely no memory of her ever losing her temper with me or being upset with me. her laugh was one of a kind and now i can only hear it in old home video tapes.

my grandma died at the age of 56 on may 6, 1996 when i was 6 years old.

my aunty alana picked me up from school. i was in first grade. she wasn't supposed to pick me up but i was stoked anyway because i got to play with her new baby, tristan. i was feeding tristan cheerios a few hours later when my grandpa and mom came to the house. i could tell they were both upset. i had never seen my grandpa cry before. they took me outside and sat me on the hammock and i felt the knot start to build in my throat. mom and grandpa were here but where was grandma? i knew what was coming. i have always had a sense of when someone was about to tell me news. my grandma, the most loving person in my life, had died. she was an angel on earth and she left us to go back to heaven.

at the memorial service, i remember having my arms wrapped around my mom's neck as she stood in front of everyone in the church. i had never seen so many sad people in one place. my grandma's smile was on papers in everyone's lap.

i was 6 years old and now i am 20 and there is not a day go by when i look around me knowing that she is watching me. i wish my brother could have met her and felt her love. i think she would absolutely adore my step dad. i wonder how different my life would be if she was still here. she would have held my family together, she always did. i am really hoping that since we are moving back to maui, our family will have get togethers like we used to.