Tat me up

Shira Sorko Ram spoke at lecture today. All I'm going to say is... I'm very glad the Lord loves me. That He loves every part of me. And you too. And that He doesn't have a problem with tattoos... annnddd that He isn't religious. or boring. done and done.

So... Tat me up Jesus, I'm yours.

Last night me and Jill were laying in her bed reading Blue Like Jazz aloud to each other when we looked up at the bottom of the top bunk above her and saw in the right hand corner "Fairchild waz here".  Now, you must understand that the print looked like that of a mentally handicapped five year old. Needless to say, me and Jill now yell out "FAIRCHILD!" in a manly voice to get a kick out of it. its pretty funny.

FAIRCHILD!

Yesterday was good. I went to two different churches. Both amazing services. I saw three homeless broken men give their hearts to the Lord, another older man balling his eyes out as he dove prostrate on the ground in reverence to my Saviour, and two people baptized in the parking lot of a strip mall with jugs of water. Take that Shira Sorko Ram.

I made a few new friends yesterday. One, I made, then lost, then I think made again. Long awkward story... not getting into that right now!

Today I got that dizzy feeling I get often.. the one where I almost fall over... yeah, that one. While doing worship in my counseling class. I had to hold onto the piano so I wouldn't topple over. So I drank some water.

Yeah, thats all.