childlike

it's christmas eve. here i am. sitting at the computer, like any other day. no. i'm not with my family, i'm not listening to christmas music, i'm not wrapping presents, i'm not watching a classic like "it's a wonderful life", and i'm certainly not focused on the reaosn to the season, jesus. why not, you might ask? i'm trying to figure that out myself. how, in society today, are we to become focused and ready for christmas. how does one go about the hustle and bustle and still feel the same warmth and excitment about the nearing birth of the savior. its moments like this that cuase me to wish i could still live life like a child...

Telephone Talk

I don't like auditions.

here is a conversation taking place between me and alyssa langston.

"i'm gonna go, no, stop it" she says. then she laughs. "no quit, i'm going. i'm going." she laughs again, twice. and again. and again. "you, i'm amazed at your memorization capabilities. ok i'm hanging up. then i'm going to call claire." *phone crinkles as she hangs up.

i love her.

the end.

confused?

i don't get it. i don't even get what i don't get. i feel so many different things that i never thought could possibly be felt at the same time. pressure, happiness, anxiety, confusion. then sometimes i feel nothing at all. i'm confused most of all on how to respond. where do i go from here? why can't i stop overanalyzing? what do i say now? i feel like i need to explain so much to so many differant people, but i don't know where to start. i've been trying this thing lately where i find time alone and i put my problems or worries about differant situations in a pretend bubble. then i blow the bubble up to God and hand it over to Him. i know he can handle it, he knows whats gonna happen so i shouldn't even worry. i mean, he's got the manual. HANNAH"S LIFE. he knows everything! so maybe if i can teach myself, with His help, to compltely let go, i could find some answers... or at least know where to begin looking.

thanks.

hello. this is my blog. it's called thanks for the flowers. thats cuz i really like flowers, also, sometimes i think that i get to caught up with life to thank the person who gave them to me. there pretty, and i guess he made them just so i could say that. ya i know, he likes me that much. thanks for the flowers....