wow I haven't written in like nearly two months. That is fairly sad.
spring break summary:
it rocked.
I got to spend lots of time with my best friend, my boyfriend, and my favorite person in the world. I also got to hang out with the person who can make me laugh more than anyone else, the person who inspires me and awes me like no one else can, and the most passionate person I have ever known...oh, and I got to spend time with the person who never fails to remind me of God's infinite grace and love. The fact that these are all one person is too beautiful of a coincidence to take lightly. I love him in a intense, startling, deep-seated way- and I dare not use the word love lightly. Never have-not when it comes to the romance of men or God.
It is a special person with whom you can spend an entire week straight and feel it is not nearly enough time.
I never knew I was such an emotional sap until I met him.
----TOTAL TURN OF SUBJECT MATTER AND MOOD----
It was a good spring break.
There was lots of driving and beautiful weather, and quite frankly I couldn't think of a better combo. I thoroughly enjoy driving on warm sunny days along city streets with my windows open. It is second only to driving on warm summer nights with my windows open.
There was one time I was really cruisin'...and when I say cruisin' I mean I was ultimately chill in the protege, and if there were a soundtrack to my life, a really rad song would have been playing at that moment. Anyway, I was on my way to Brian's apartment with my windows down, the volume up, and honestly, I was feeling pretty cool. You know when you have those times where you just feel cool? They don't happen often for me, but this was certainly one of them. So I was driving along babcock road with my windows down, my hair blowing back in the breeze, and breathing in the air with a cool smirk on when ....SMACK....there was a plastic bag plastered to my face.
Yeah.
Not cool.
So wind moves things, especially things like plastic bags.
I was a little too startled to take the time to figure out if it had flown in from outside or the floorboard, and I flailed wildly to get it off my face and out of my car. Flailing wildly is not synonymous with being (or feeling) cool. Then again, having a plastic bag on your face is not either. Having a plastic bag over your face is also not good for safe driving, and thus I believe the wild flailing was very much called for.
This story is now definitely my "most startling experience ever" story. It could also be cross-referenced with "most ego-shattering experience ever", "most drastic mood changing experience ever", or "experience that was surely the most amusing for others to watch", but it was primarily just startling. The story that previously held the "most startling" title has now been moved to just plain "scary"- yet it is still a worthy story. Perhaps I will share it on the blog sometime.
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