Dear Beloved Diary:
Today is my last day as a normal--as far as I can be considered normal, which, frankly, isn't far at all--human being. Tomorrow I start the dreaded diet of a Gluten-Freer. Pray for me, please.
There's a four letter word that I can think of that's driving me crazy right now: LIFE.
I don't know how or why, but I got dealt a horrible poker hand when it comes to it. I've gone with being prone to possible hospitalizing infections (I thank God that I haven't been in the hospital for that), I have had multiple problems with my insides which send me in a pain that is worse than any I had ever felt before, and then I get a worse pain because of my Gall Bladder going haywire--that pain is said to be worse than childbirth, go figure. But as you can see, I've had a crazy life and I'm not even legal to drive on my own yet.
Today I had a good morning and afternoon, but after that was crazy. But don't let me get ahead of myself.
Morning: I wake up after another oddly sleepless night. I'm scavenging the house for some sort of top to wear to Sunday Church over my tear-drop dress and then realize I forgot to shave my legs the day before. FUN. I continue on to wait about an hour to finally get my razor and then have to explain to my little sister's friend what I was doing and why I had the razor, awkward enough. But I continued on to church and I had a glorious time with one of my best friends: J.B. (Her name indeed could be Jelly Bean, if you wish, and I will go on calling her that throughout my blog/diary, just remind me if I forget.) So we have a good time, we met a new person and we pigged out on Cheetos and cake at the pot-luck, then we went and had a rocking time on the swing-set listening to music. It was a good morning.
Afternoon: I convinced Jelly Bean to come to the park with my family and myself for a nice round of Laser-Tag. That was jolly fun and we got serenaded by a cute little boy, then we danced to the Cha Cha Slide. Fun. But here is where I get all freaky and I myself don't even understand.
I'm at Walmart with my mom and little sister (We've already dropped Jelly Bean off at her house) and I tell my mom how I'm all upset about not having money to buy a specific rose bush (which happened to be my favorite kind of roses). There was only one when I had checked and then they re-arranged the whole gardening area and I wasn't allowed to go check if it was still there. I hoped it wasn't gone and I complained about my birthday being two months away and then I started crying. The deal is: I NEVER CRY IN PUBLIC IF I CAN ULTIMATELY AVOID IT. I could have avoided crying very well, but I let a few tears drop for some reason. Beats me.
Evening: Mom tells me that I pick my day for dishes to be cranky and depressed, but I don't. Maybe stupid "pooberty" does, but not me myself. I try to avoid being depressed. But mom doesn't believe my bologna. NOPE. So I'm depressed, big whoop, it's the story of my life practically. But I just don't feel good. My brother (one of them, I really have no cue which one) lost my DS and I was ALMOST finished with Kingdom Hearts! I've cried over this. Another tid-bit: I'M NOT A CRY BABY. I cry when I need to and sometimes I bottle it up until the cap blows. But my day just got worse and worse and I cried here and there and I prayed more often than I cried. I felt sick from the fatty food we had for dinner and I passed up dessert.
That's how my day went. I hope you are satisfied Diary.
I'm going to close this with my favorite Psalm. It's one that we need to consider especially on days like my today. It's the last Psalm in the book and the last words of this post:
PSALM 150
1 Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
2 Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
4 praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with strings and flute,
5 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
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