A Deep Breath, Because We've Just Started.

Yes, I am making a new entry the next day I did the other one.

One announcement:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG!!!! A WHOLE YEAR HAS PAST!!

I feel so grateful to all the people who have read and commented and just made me feel like this was a good good good idea. And a special thanks to my rad friend, Kimaroo, for helping me make this. Seriously, without her consistent nagging[jking, with chu, Kim!], I would not have done this. Well, not so soon. Maybe started....this year? I dunno. It wouldn't be here. In the now. So, thank you. I totally had to look to see if it really was my one year anny. Would be embarrassing if it wasn't. All happy and excited. :D So, when I dream, I'm very active. I talk and move around. My mom actually caught me singing and laughing at home. Last night was different. I was being chased by black silhouettes that were Frenchmen. I was in the passenger seat and I was rolling up my window and thier hands tried to slink through the closing crack of my window. I tried pushing it out with my hands, but it was slipping through my fingers. I got anxious and I think I either tried again or bit them. They recoiled...I didn't. I bit my hand and broke through the skin.

I. Bit. My. Own. Hand. And. Broke. The. Skin.

So unbelievable; I woke up with a jerk and looked at the damage. Okay, I was more surprised that I actually hurt myself in a dream and it was real than the bite. Wow. It's still sore and it's a small pucker of skin. Healing, though. I'm so bad. I went back to sleep with my hands way out of reach. Real talk. I didn't think my dreams could be dangerous. I know sometimes I have very realistic dreams that feel like it actually happen. But this...nooooo. School = school. I = I.

That songs like a good song title; "I = I, But What Are You?"

kbye!

♥,

Rachel

#36: Trying to keep up, but so so far behind.

Everyone's Got To Face Down Their Demons

I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend.

My weekend was woah! My sister came home and gruess who picked her up in downtown Houston?! That's right. ^____^ I'm getting better at navigation, but I had my bester with me. She helped me a lot. I just get so panicky. Anyway, work and more work and hXc allergies because of the season change. It's finally cool outside! Ah, I love it but my nasal passages don't. D: I feel like I'm dead in the morning, and during the day. Last night, I finally bought some Claritin for it. They melt on your tongue! On Saturday night, I went to see:

It was really good! I highly recommend it. Justin Timberlake did a really good acting job. Not even kidding on that. :)

Before the conference:


& After:


There WAS a homeless guy who came up to me but he only asked how the service was. I stopped though, like hesitantly and he copped a 'tude! Whaaat. Don't think I will totally talk to you in the dead of night and you're black wearing gross clothes. Let's be real here. I got out of Houston safely and I was rejoicing the whole way home and into Monday morning. Going to the conference gave me a refreshing in my spirit that I was longing for. Also, just being around people of like faith made me happy. Just to feel that...home-yness. :) Another thing was that I saw all types of Pentecostal people. Some women wearing skirts down to the floor and some had haircuts. I saw this girl who had on a floor length jumper with some really ugly work shoes her mom probably gave her. It really was eye opening as far as standards go and what I said in my earlier posts about how Pentecostals dress. I just really needed that service. bye bye guys!

♥,
Rachel!

#7: I've always wanted to fly.