I want to be in charge. I want control of my life. To be honest I have a hard time asking someone else to fix my problems, even if it is the Creator of the Universe. That sounds ridiculous, but its true. I know that God would do a much better job at handling my life and it would be a whole lot easier, but there is always that urge to not let go.
It's because my life is too precious to me. In my sometimes very worldly view of things I feel like it's all I've got. Yes, I know I have eternity. This is just a short chapter, a preface really, to what is to come, but I am short sighted. I see my problems and usually have a hard time seeing why my way of thinking and action isn't correct.
So, its time to let go. lose control. Ride through life with out the reins.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
let go
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Monday, May 12, 2008
lyrics.
i love lyrics.
and i have found my new favorite song.
it has great lyrics.
so I'm being careful trying to watch my speed
but its getting hard to keep my eyes on the highway
knowing you re over in the passenger seat
My heart be still
I'm havin' trouble breathing
wondering if you feel
the same way that I'm feeling
cold sweat
so strange I can't play it cool
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Thursday, May 1, 2008
influence

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thats awkward.
Awkward moments make my life.
I am an awkward phone talker, I'm awkward when passing people in the hall and I'm really awkward around people I don't know.
yesterday, i was walking up our stadium stairs with my friend, Ashley and i tripped up the last stair. Number one, tripping is awkward. How are you supposed to respond to that? Pretend like it didn't happen?
that's probably what i would have done if the kid sitting at the top of the stairs didn't say " You tripped." Thank you, I was unaware of this fact. I am so grateful you could point this out for me. Not only that, but my friend cracked up. I mean really cracked up, and replayed the incident multiple times, and told just about everyone we knew that passed. it was awful
So we were coming back up the stairs for some reason or another when Ashley starts to talk to a friends mom. Three girls pass between them, and the man beside the woman Ashley is talking to says "Where are you going?" talking to one of the three girls. Ashley thought he was talking to her. "To my car" she says. "Oh I was talking to my daughter"
"I didn't want to talk to you anyway" and we leave. This time I cracked up. Sweet Karma. It was awkward.
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Monday, April 21, 2008
one more.
Its the last week of lacrosse. It's been my life for the last few months and I know i have complained about it a lot, but its not hard to tell that i love it, and my team.
We wouldn't be friends with out it, we all kind of know that. But we are friends. I have made countless memories, pinky promises and have burned more calories laughing than running (okay so maybe that's an exaggeration, we run a lot). I love these girls. I'm going to miss our daily conversations while running laps, crowded bus rides, d-gate (our defense), and cheers. I'm their "crazy legs", they are my team.
But with the end of lacrosse i get my old life back. I get small groups. i get free time. I get leadership team. I get family dinners. I get a normal sleeping schedule. I no longer have scared and bruised legs (big plus.)
I'm really not sure how to feel. I'm going to miss it... a lot. but finally i get to return to my less-hectic life.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
90 percent
I've been told i look like her since i was about 7. Sandra bullock has in many cases become a synonym for my name. I have even had a friend's family know me as nothing other than Sandra Bullock. They would be talking and someone would say Christin and no one else would understand who it was until someone said Sandra bullock.
Knowing this i could have guessed who my celebrity match was going to be, but i didn't realize that it was going to be a 90% percent match. That's crazy. 90%. Our eyes were the exact same. But I smiled she didn't. bummer. here's my morph.
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