I sent a package.  Just a platonic package.  A package designed to bring joy.  Did my package bring joy?  I know not.  Why don't I know?  Well, the recipient was grateful.  The recipient said thank you.  That's all the recipient said.  Now listen...I'm not a stuck-up person who needs to be praised for doing such nice things, but it's a little different situ.  I don't know...I'll give it a couple more days.  Maybe something good will come of it still. 

Besides that, there really isn't much going on.  I don't know what I'm doing with my life, but thankfully God does.  He told me something last night.  I was at worship service and I realized that all of my future plans were being formed around the idea of not being by myself.  I wanted to move with my roommates, or to an area where I knew people...where I'd be comfortable...at least more than going somewhere where I didn't know anyone.  I've been so worried about being alone, but lastnight God kind of nudged me and reassured me that no matter where I go I won't be alone.  Alone...that's a weird word...a weird concept.  I'm never alone.

So I was thinking about why I don't update on Xanga.  I came to the conclusion that it's because it takes me a long time to write a post.  Now, that may seem funny to some of you, but it takes me a long time to write on here. 

After realizing this I started to think about what it is that takes me so long to write.  ...And I found my answer: FILTERING.  I filter everything that I think before I type it.  Not because anything bad or sinful is going to appear, but because whatever I type can be read by someone and then interpreted in anyway they want.  Like...I just filtered that whole sentence.  This is what I would've typed without filtering...  "Not because I'm gonna type curse words or anything, but because I feel like XANGA is suppose to be a journal and anything I would write in a journal would be bad news in the wrong hands...if you know what I mean." 

Now that I have isolated the problem, filtering, maybe I won't filter so much and just let people know how I really feel without trying to make them happy at the same time. 

I'm so sick of trying to please people all the time!  I'm a great person!  I shouldn't ever have to play pretend to get people to go along with what I'm saying.  Unreal...  It's a good thing I have good self-esteem or I'd be a basketcase most of the time.  Some people just aggravate me...

Welp...that was a nice little piece of unfiltered truth/ramblings of a crazy person.  I hope you all have a wonderful Easter tomorrow! 

In HIM,

Kami

I started thinkin' about writing music again today.  Maybe I'll get my guitar out and see what happens.  I need to write something about fog.  Yeah, fog.

Anyway...I have less than a month and a half until I graduate.  AHHH!  Isn't that crazy?  I mean...I get sad just thinking about how much of college I can't remember because it went by so fast.  I mean seriously, sometimes I cry thinking about it.  It's so freakin' scary!

Yeah...so if anyone has any words of wisdom for me I would be more than happy to hear them. 

In HIM,

Kami