dry eyes and a wet heart

i for one am not ready to go back to classes. thankfully there are only three more weeks until the end of the semester, yet that still sometimes seems like a lifetime away. i am really excited about the end of the semester but dreading the process of getting there. my sister is getting married on saturday so getting anything school related done is basically out of the question. it seems like i have a ton of stuff to do for projects, i have papers to write, tests to study for; and that is only the school part of my life. my cousin's baby got dedicated today so i went to cornerstone and the message was on compassion. it really got me thinking about how i respond to others when they are in pain and how i respond to myself. for anyone who does not know this about me i am not a crier, i haven't really cried since before school started, that is a story in itself. i have gotten watery eyes maybe a couple tears but that is it. part of that comes from spending so much time trying to hide past pain from not only others but myself. i was talking to a friend about compassion and suffering tonight and we were talking about how normal it is to try to shy away from the fact that someone is hurting and not talk about it. i know that i personally tend to like to be independent and not talk about my problems. it really doesn't do any good, i know this but i still do it at times. that is what led to the last time i cried which was also when i was having a complete mental/emotional breakdown and completely freaked christy out. it is really rather amusing to me now and kinda makes me laugh. but anyway what is it that can make showing compassion to others or letting others show it to you so hard, any thoughts?

peanut butter is good

one of painting got in the art and design annual!! i'm just a little excited...and peanut butter is good. yep yep.

ramblings

so my mum's birthday is on sunday and i found the best card ever for me to give to her, the only bad thing is that it's pink...very pink. i'm not a pink person. anyway this is what is on the front of the card "happy birthday mom, from your sweet, precious angel- your demure, delicate flower- your living, breathing example of sugar and spice and everything nice!" then you open it up and it says "whaddaya mean, you don't know anybody like that...it's me, your daughter!! (geez, mom... aint't it obvious?) anyway have a good one!" it's great! apparently i was the bad child when i was little, i really don’t remember any of that, except not liking my pjs, those ones with the feet and they zipped up the front, oh i hated those. and my sister is getting married three weeks from sat, which means i'll have a brother in law which is cool yet strange. and three weeks after my mom's birthday it's my birthday which is also the day after my sister's wedding and i don't feel old enough to be turning 21, that just seems crazy. the sad part is me and my pops have to wait til january to go deer hunting. and tazo passion tea is good. yeps doesn't even need sugar. the end