I always write the weirdest things during Algebra:
I keep my thumbs hidden in the sleeves of my sweater. There's a bleach stain right on my second joint. Sorry for the details, I have a macro-minded mind. Smiles without eyes, that's what you give me. A parabola of a face, and a spider of hands. Crawl up the neck, draw the notes out. Out like a thread from a spool. As you pull, you don't hold my head; it spins around and around like Prudence, look around. But if you hold my head you can't pull the notes, so what will your life be? It's okay, I'd sacrifice my mind for you. I made the decision to be like this. I made the decision to be like this. I made the decision to be like this. I made the decision to be like this.
I don't know. It was an overload of graphing and frustration with my cello, I guess.
I got frustrated to the point of tears today for my lack of writing ability.
I hung out with one of my good friends this past weekend. It was interesting, I feel like God wanted us to hang out. Honestly, I didn't want to. I was feeling unsocial, and sometimes it's awkward with my friend.
But we had a really good time. We drove out to our other friend's house, listening to good music, and talking.
He's changed a lot. Well, let me put it this way - God is growing him. I talked to him as he was taking me home, and it was a really great conversation. I didn't feel guilty.
And then something crazy happened. He prayed for me.
I haven't had anyone do that, anyone that actually knows me, in a long time. Then I prayed for him. I haven't done that in a long time. It was so good. I felt like I had a true friend. I wish he didn't live in California :(.
It was a good time. A much-needed blessing.
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