Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Where Does It All Go?


I am missing some clothes! And not just a random sock or a shirt I never wear; I am missing important clothes that are staples in my wardrobe. My black tank top that I wear under everything, my favorite pair of shorts and my black flats, have all disappeared. I have looked in all the usual places: the dirty clothes, the clean clothes, under my bed, in all my drawers, and they are nowhere to be found. For a girl, this is a crisis! How on earth am I supposed to accessorize my outfit correctly if I don't have my black flats?! (And for those of you that don't know me well, this is sarcasm. I am not that crazy about clothing. But still, not being able to find my favorite shorts is kind of a bummer.) 


You know, this whole crisis reminds me of that one Arthur episode when DW has lost her sock (for those of you who don't know what Arthur is; watch this and be educated). It turns out that the sock was stolen by a neighbor's dog and taken to the "sock market" ,* a place where pets take their owner's socks and give them to other pets. The purpose is to help stimulate the economy because it forces them to buy new sock. 


So, I guess that must be it! My brother's guinea pig stole my clothes to help the economy! Excuse me while I go interrogate a rodent as to the whereabouts of my clothing...


-Nat 


P.S. For those of you who may be wondering after my last post, I am feeling a lot better now.  We think that it was just my adrenals being overtaxed because of all the late nights and the stress. So, now that I have been getting to bed earlier, (although I am not doing such a great job of that tonight) it has been a lot better. But we are still going to go on another elimination diet to see if that helps too. (For those of you who don't know what this is, let's just say that it is worse then having to watch the Hannah Montana movie every night from now until I graduate college.) 




*when you are quoting something and the punctuation wasn't in the original, are you supposed to put the comma before or after the quotation? I have seen it both ways and I have no idea. It seems to make more sense to me to put it after since it isn't part of what is being quoted, but I could be wrong. (Also, I am never quite sure what is the proper procedure for punctuation and parenthesis.)  




Monday, July 18, 2011

God Give Me Strength

I'm getting near the end of my rope. My body is completely out of whack and I don't know what is wrong with me. I thought it was just food allergies, but even though I have tried to cut all of the stuff that bothers me out of my diet I still don't feel better. And it turns out that it might actually be something other than food allergies. I don't care what is wrong with me,  I just want to know so I can fix it. But I don't know, and so I spend almost every day fighting to get stuff done when all I want to do is sleep. It is a constant struggle against a complete lack of energy, and I don't know how much longer I can do this. I know that God puts trials in our lives for a reason, and I will do my best not to give up. But I just pray that God will give me the strength to get through this because I can't do it on my own.


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Oh, Darling, Don't You Ever Grow Up


It's happening, I'm growing up. I've signed up for classes next fall, met with the speech team and figured out my schedule without consulting with my mom. I guess I'm an actual adult now. This sucks.


Honestly, I don't think anything has terrified me more than all of the occurrences that have taken place since my graduation. Having to do and figure out stuff on my own, no longer having a parent or sibling with me for every new activity, knowing that this fall, I will be walking around campus, surrounded by complete strangers. Also, I have already started missing out on spending time with old friends because of my new life. So on top of the terror, I have this feeling of great sadness.

But even though it is scary and even though I don't like growing up, I also know that it is time to move on. I can't stay in high school forever. Even though the scared part of me would like to just stay where I am safe and comfortable, the rest of me is ready to move forward to a new and exciting adventure. It won't be the same and there will be a lot of new challenges to face, but I am ready (sort of). But regardless of where I go and what I end up doing, I will probably always still think of myself as a homeschooler.