So, I'm leaving again for a week. Myself and a youth leader and two friends are going to a Christian conference which will last from Monday-Friday. I would appreciate some prayer because I have never been away from my parents for more than two nights before. Plus I'm just a little bit nervous about spending five days with people I wouldn't normally spend five days with. Especially since I get migraines sporadically and if I have a problem (like a mini-emotional breakdown), I don't feel completely comfortable rushing to the people I'm with. As far as I'm concerned, my most intimate thoughts are alright for my God, my brain, and my mom, and that's it.
So now I'm sitting here listening to Rachmaninoff's Isle of the Dead Symphony (great choice, I know), contemplating my fate, wondering if I should put some blog posts on schedule again, and wondering if I should go pack because we leave in less than 12 hours.
And I want to go read some Emma. So I'm going to try and do a scheduled blog post or two and then go pack and then go read and then get up and leave and AHHHH!
Live long and prosper.