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heck yeah!

Things I need to do in 2010

1. finish packing for real and then moving to my new house
2. buy buttons
3. but first get check/cash check/put money in the bank
4. get coffee with sarah mayhoff
5. get my oil changed
6. mail things
7. finish purchasing things to mail
8. get the hawley's address
9. maybe run into stephen, because I'm a grown up
10. vacuum
11. download the edited version of imma be by the black eyed peas and put it on as many cds as possible
12. finish watching the movie easy a
13. buy facewash

happy new year!

dead computer cord leads to a dead computer

I'm sure all the people who stalk this blog (I'm not sure that anyone I actually know even reads it, but it gets plenty of random hits, I should stop mentioning 'ihop celebrities', oh dear) have missed me dearly in the past month; and I had every intention of updating in the past month, I've just had a few road blocks. For one, I work way too much, and I wish that I could say that I would someplace interesting (like the coffee beanery for goodness sakes) but I don't. I work at Hobby Lobby. I've been working too much at Hobby Lobby.
But, on that subject, I don't have to work there for another...lot of days. Not until 2011, I'm actually kind of sure. Which is weird, I might miss it a little. A very little.
Another thing that had been preventing my updates here is, well, a string of (two) events that made my computer unusable since before thanksgiving. Because I didn't have my computer for more or less a month it seems very dramatic to me, but in all actuality it wasn't. First my computer charger, which has been slowly crapping out for the past, eh, six months or so (it's been six months since fitn, fyi, so weird) and it finally bit the dust a few days before thanksgiving, and I had to order a new one. It seemed like the worst thing in the world, having to wait six WHOLE days for the new one to come in the mail, and then it did, and it worked and I was thrilled. And then, I got for trojan viruses and my computer was rendered unusable until yesterday when Ethan, a kid I know from home (well somewhat, we don't really know each other, we just have been more or less aware of each other's existence for the past, I dunno, ten or so years) who works for IHOP's editing department fixed it for me, literally, overnight.
So, now I have my computer back, and while I'm sure I've done interesting things, I don't have a lot of interesting things to talk about. I've been hanging out with Sarah Mayhoff a lot lately, and Jane.
um.

I could tell you a story, but I don't really want to.

So I'll leave you here.

I'm hungry, like an old vineyard song.

One of the verses that has been highlighted to me lately, and was confirmed today that it's actually the Lord whispering sweet nothings into my heart (Word 'kisses', a la Songs 1:1) has been Matthew 5:6, which says:

    "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied [filled]."

I have been feeling like I'm moving in circles, like I'm chasing my tail, but I want to be searching for the face of God; I feel the hunger in my heart, but I don't know if I'm doing anything right, but I feel the hunger. In the sermon on the mount, Christ says that those who hunger will be filled; He promised to fill me, and SOM is what I want to be living, so shouldn't I be feeling something?

I feel like all the girls in my internship (no names,) that would rant and rave in our Life Of David (or really any class that we were in the same class with CJ) that they were trying and they weren't feeling; I didn't feel like that, so I think I kind of blew them all off (also I was pretty mad at them, but not actually the point) and assumed they were striving too much. 

I think I'm striving too much.

I've been consumed with my seemingly unfufilled hunger for a few weeks now, feeling aimless and like I'm faking everything. When I was in the prophecy rooms today, I was a little nervous that it would come up some way, that would take it not as an encouragement, but as a tear down. When I sat down and the first person said they were getting Matthew 5 (well anything, honestly, but specifically) 6 my heart kind of twisted. Would this be an encouragement or a correction worded nicely? Then, he said "He hears you, He sees you and He delights in your hunger."  It was like a big exhale breath was let out of my spirit. He does see me, He does hear me, and He does think about me. His thoughts for me cannot be counted, and I am his delight; in this time that I am waiting on God (that I want to be a short time, and while it most certainly is, in the grand scheme of eternity, I am impatient and the fact that I've been repeatedly told to 'wait' for the past year, makes it feel so long, but I know it will be worth it).

I was reading in A Shepherd looks at Psalm 23 by Phillip Keller today at the Roasterie, and was kind of thrown off by the reappearing of Matt 5:6 in my day today (life, in general, not just day). It made me see it a little differently, in a even more clear way, and I am thankful for it. The chapter I am on is the one speaking about the 'He leads me beside still waters,' verse. I have always (or, since the first time I read this book, you know in the fifth grade or so) thought of it as the still part being important, kind of even more important than the water part, and (stupidly, like any stupid sheep) never looked at it in any connection to Sermon on the Mount (um, duh) (sometimes I am uncomfortably reminded of my ignorance and while it's annoying, it's good because it means I'm growing).  I underlined a few lines, and honestly, I can't express any better than ol' Phil Keller anyway. He knows what he's talking about.

"...Christ, our Good Shepherd, made it clear that thirsty souls of men and women can only be satisfied when their capacity and thirst for spiritual life is fully quenched by drawing on Himself..."

I'm supposed to be thirsty. I'm a stupid sheep. I'm striving sometimes (a lot of times,) but it's the journey I am on; I just have to remember, that even when I strive, or even when I fail, I can start again and He will love me in those times. He will fill me.

"He will lead un into the things of Him, Christ Our Lord, He will make us see that the life in Christ is the only truly satisfying life. We will discover the delight of having our souls satisfied with His presence. It will be He who will become to us very meat and drink -- that as His resurrection, overcoming life was imparted to me by His spirit and each day I will be refreshed and satisfied."

Good night, there are waaaaay too many FITNers in here.

(I love Jaye's team, though.)

The Devil and my really good hair day.

Today started out to be a really good day.
I woke up, feeling rested, cold, but ready to attack the day. Jane was driving down to Grandview, because we had our prophecy room appointments, and we wanted to make sure we were at the front of the line. Yesterday, I had a field day teasing and coiffing my hair into place, and that kind of work doesn't fall out very easily, so when I woke up with a little push a pin here and there I was off to a great start to the day. Hair is very important; as much as I do not want to sound like my mother, it really is important, like, really important. I, also, had purchased new skin wash & acne lotion at target last night and my skin was feeling soft and clean, which is always a nice way to feel when you wake up. It's great having new soaps and such (and by 'new' I mean any, I'm terrible at nightly rituals. I usually just take off my make up with ivory soap and Vasoline, but I've developed something akin to, well, teenage acne breakouts. I hate to have to admit that to anyone, especially on the internet, but it's the truth. Proper soaps and creams seem to be unavoidable at this point in my life, but I digress).
My mood was spectacular. I had spent the previous night thinking and praying favor over our time in the prophecy room, and I had a pretty good feeling that we were going to be encouraged in what was going to be spoken over us. Even though it was cold, the walk was even nice. I felt awake, happy, and pretty; good hair is so crucial, you know?
The prophecy room time was good; no one really said anything that blew me away, but it was encouraging and right on the money, as far as things go.

Actually, it was interesting, about a year ago I went to the prophecy room with Renae because she had reserved a spot for her friend, who got sick, and didn't want to go alone (and, heck, I was always at home, doing nothing). When I was in there, the only things that I really remember (even though I have it written down, someplace, I can't remember where) is that 'waiting on the Lord' was a reoccurring theme, and I was kind of annoyed on that; who wants to know they have to wait a bunch? yeah, not me.
Today what they said to me is that the Lord is delighting in my waiting on him, and He is glad for my hunger for him. And even though it was kind of repeated to me, that I need to wait on the Lord, I'm not as annoyed (not at all,) because now I understand it better, that it's not a punishment; I'm pretty excited to wait on the Lord, to be honest.
ANYWAY.

After we left the prayer room, Jane had to go straight to work, so I ate some breakfast and headed out on a jog. I got new running shoes (as previously mentioned) and I'm still breaking them in; they kill my calves, but I think that's just because they're running shoes and running works out those muscles. I think I'm mostly just a baby and need to keep up with running better. My run was good, even though it's not the same without my ipod, old mates of state and okkervil river aren't terrible things to run to (I'm using my blackberry as an mp3 player) they just aren't the Jonas Brothers. It was cold, but not too cold; the streets are littered with oak leaves and those leaves that look like dinosaur tracks, all yellows and browns, it's fall that makes you realize the positive aspects of Kansas City neighborhoods I think. I came home from my run refreshed, I washed my face, put a dress on and was going to head over to the roasterie to try and write (I'm trying to write everyday, even if I have nothing on my mind) and enjoy the greyness of the day. I was also going to buy a fleece cardigan with pockets from Target that I was eying yesterday, and I was pretty excited to exchange it with the sweater I was wearing, furthering my self-esteem boosting outfit. I went to get out in my car, and I couldn't find my car key...

Now, not being able to find your car key is much less daunting than not being able to find your car, I assure you, but without a key the car is kind of useless. I figured I had just dropped it in my room, and went back upstairs, assuming it would be a two minute trip and then I'd be back and on my merry way. But, two minutes turned into ten which turned into a half hour with turned into two hours which culminated in me having turned my room upside down and in tears on the floor, my good hair falling out of place everywhere and my soft cheeks red, physically unmasking my frustration. Like any responsible adult I kicked some stuff obnoxiously and frantically called my mom (as if she could really do anything, honestly, it seemed like a natural thing to do at the time). After that I calmed down and hashed out my day to my mom over and over, I re-looked through everything in my room, it was three in the afternoon (I first started looking a little after eleven) and I was drained and mad and took a forty five minute nap on my floor (yes, just on my floor). I had bad dreams, a lot of them; it's weird how many bad dreams you can have in a 45 minute nap, but you can, time kind of freezes when you sleep, and dreams that are only a few seconds long can feel like a terribly long time. I never found my car key. (Or, I still haven't found it. And it's twelve hours later). I did find a spare that enables me to drive but (for some reason) not lock my car. And I had to fight to remember why today was starting out as such a good day.

I think that the devil does that. Like that it all was kind of just a ploy to steal away the job I felt earlier, even the joy that I felt from my hair looking nice.

I don't know why I told this story, maybe because I wanted to whine and make it sound like I wasn't, I don't know.
But, in conclusion (ha,) I'm reclaiming my joy, and even if the devil tried he couldn't take it away.

(someone else's really good hair day)

writing writing writing.

I've been thinking a lot about writing lately; how much I wish I could do it for a living, how much I wish I hadn't dropped out of college (blech), how much I wish that would write more and actually realize my true potential (blech x's 20). And, in the midst of these thoughts, I am not writing anything about it.
I've hardly written in my normal journal even in the past... I don't know, two months? Let alone anywhere where anyone might read it. I think too much, I think about 'what am I gonna write? what if all jane does is point out everything I've spelled wrong, which is something I really hate. what if I actually suck?' all these thoughts, that have stopped me from writing. But the thing is, the only thing spelled wrong on this page, according to google (way smarter than jane) is 'blech', 'jane' and 'google' (probably because those second two are 'proper nouns' and need to capitalized, and 'blech' isn't a word, it's just a weird noise/sound description that only exists because of comic strips and the internet).  Thusly, here I am. Writing. About what? I don't know yet. We'll find out.
What's that rule? Write what you know? Write how you talk? Write about yourself? Oh, all those are right? Okay, then. I know about myself, so that's what I'll write about.

The past however long of my life has been extremely eventful and uneventful simultaneously; I think that's probably how everyone's lives actually are if you think about it. I moved back to Kansas City (or, came back, I wouldn't say that the weird two months of me laying around at home counted as my complete move back from Kansas City). It's been nice to be back, have a car, be much better at prayer room time, and knowing more people. I've still not had the life I wished I had, but it's been better. The whole internship thing really changed my perspective on a lot of things: God, people, myself; in that order mostly. I like all those things more, I think.
The internship, the time I was there, it made me think a lot harder about how I felt about myself, and aligning my thoughts about myself with the thoughts that God has about me. He delights in my brokenness, and every step that I take towards Him is miles and miles forward in the right direction; trying to figure things out on my own, and tearing myself down before anyone else gets a chance to is far more self-centered than accepting & believing that I am beautiful and created for love. That's cool. The time in the internship also made me realize that preeminence should be only given to Him, and that people are people and people are broken; I am stronger and weaker because of that fact, but it's only movement in the right direction. I am on the horizon of adulthood, and being in this mindset at the beginning of adulthood is the healthiest place to be; educated, successful, pretty, smart, accomplished or not, it's Him that matters and His place in my life. Now that I'm not in the confines of fitn, now that I don't have to be in the prayer room 6 hours a night, it makes all the things I learned in the internship real, because I don't have to focus on them. I hope that I am using what I learned; and I hope that when I don't use the things that I've learned, I can realize that I can always start again tomorrow.
So. that's kind of where I am now.

I am doing about 12-15 prayer room hours a week, working at the hoblob 24ish hours a week, and spending much too much time staying up too late and sleeping in til the afternoon. I need to get a second job after the first of the year, I'm praying for a coffee job; you should too, because I am so good at making coffee.

A few things that have happened since I wrote last?
-My car got accidentally stolen.
-I live in a house with a black version of my Grandma Joanie (Lord, bless both their hearts.)
-My car was returned the next day, laughed off as a funny misunderstanding.
-I made bunting out of felt, yarn, and hot glue.
-I've listened to a lot of MGMT.
-I am moved by Jesus, almost daily.
-I got new running shoes.
-I want to be more in love with Him; I also want to try and keep my room cleaner.

There, I wrote a whole completely disjointed entry. And, maybe, if we're all very very lucky. I'll write another one sometime, actually talking about something interesting.

But, that might now happen.
We'll see.

I had a good halloween costume.

trust me. it was fantastic. 

I mock my environment like a champ, good heartedly.

So sue me that this is so long.

I realized this wasn't anywhere online, and that I wanted it to be so I could reference it.
You don't even know how long it took me to find on my computer... ugh.
I wrote this to get into SEEP, which I didn't, but it wasn't because this wasn't a really well written compelling testimony.


Your testimony is the story of your journey into being a follower of Christ, as far as I've always understood, and all the moment that have shaped the overall outcome. The cool part about being a follower of Christ is that every year, every month, even every daythat you choose to say 'yes' again to His adds to your story; a physical healing, an emotional turmoil obliterated by the knowledge of being loved by God, or just continuing the pursuit of knowing Him when life is boring and we don't htink we're feeling anothing, it all becomes part of your story. And we all love good stories. It would be pretty hard to have any kid of relationship with anyone if knowing and being a part of each other's stories wasn't a part. We love when people care about out stories and it turns out that the creator of the ENTIRETY of absolutely EVERYTHING loves our story. That fact alone makes me want to know God, and His story.
It was less than a year ago that I was writing my testimony out for my first application to FSM; it's so interesting and wonderful that I'm in that place again, even though, unexpected; and that this time it's completely different at the end.


My mom was saved late one night through the 700 Club in 1986, and began a journey I envy still of wholeheartedly seaching out the knowledge of the Father's heart. My parents met at a spirit-filled Catholic prayer group that my mom and my grandmother (my dad's mom) were both part of. My parents got married in 1987 and my story starts when I was born to these two recently born again Catholic kids in early 1989.
The whole of my childhood, if I can say anything at all about my parents, is that no matter whether is was the right decision or not in the long run, they wanted to do what was right in God's eyes in reguards to raising their children; and they wanted us kids to know that God would always be the center of our family. My personal walk with the Lord starts probably when I was around six years old; my brother and I, reading Hinds Feet On High Places with my mom before bed. My mom asked me if I wanted to change like Much-Afraid, and ask the Kind King (Jesus) into my heart. I still remember the moment, and knowing that I really did. 
We attended a Vineyard church in Norther Kentucky from the time I was almost two years old until I was twelve. During that time of my life I learned so much about have a heart for serving, through watching my parents' involvement at the Vineyard and just the overall servant's heart that was displayed throughout the body. Also, even though I was very young, I know that (even though it was immature at the time) my heart was beginning to be molded into a heart for worship, just by the way that the Vineyard approaches worship and touching the father's heart.


I was homeschooled thoughout my elementary school years, and like many good homeschooled kids, I lived in a bubble, that both helped and hurt my overall view of the world. I was a quirky [/homeschool] kid that loved nineteenth centurey literature I didn't understand, wore clothes that my neighbors told me were dorky, and had no concept that things like pokemon cards and the Spice Girls existed. While I had no idea, I would've had a hard time fitting into an average fifth grade class in any given public elementary school. And even though, sometimes, kids like this merely become products of their environments until they get to be old enough to realize they have a choice and rebel (Or, they become the Duggars off 16 kids and counting,) I have confidence in that during that time my heart was being prepared to learn to yearn for the Lord.


When I was twelve, my family left our church, and we were in that place of church limbo for a year and a half or so. That shift probably changed more in my heart than even I realized for years. It was around this same time that I began attending school at a very small Christian school for the 7th & 8th grades. The school was part of a church called Heritage Fellowship, which (at the time) was an Assembly of God church, also where my family ended up becoming a part of by the time I was in the 8th grade.The church, and therefore most of the chapel services we went to during school, were fairly charismatic, spirit-filled, and operating in the prophetic.  A few times in those chapel services I can definitely point to as major 'moments' in my spiritual life. And just being exposed to it during that point in my life has produced fruit that I'm just beginning to really understand just now in this season of my life.
Specifically,  one chapel service late in my eighth grade year made a major impact. It was a week that Brian Gibb, the youth pastor of the church, was supposed to be teaching. I remember the day so well becuase of the fact that this weird thing happened and he decided that he was feeling too much of the spirit to actually ever give his talk, and really just wanted to pray for us. Turns out, that really isn't that "weird"; especially after being a part of FSM, and having teachers like Allen Hood and Corey Russell, and even that one class on November 11th with Wes Hall (but that's another subject for later on), sometimes things loike that just happen. Brian prayed for me, for what seemed like a very long time, in tongues. I remember just thinking how I hoped that no one was behind me if I went to down, when Brian finally spoke words to me in english: he told me that the Lord was saying He was setting me apart, and that I would spend my life working in the ministry, and that somehow I would use my life experiences to help people. 
I was 14, so I had very little life experiences at the time. But I always have been a list-making life planner and decided that the word MUST mean that I was supposed to be a youth pastor, and that became my life goal.


When August of 2003 rolled around I was excited to go back and start high school. I had done a bible study over the summer with a really intense kid from my class over the summer and we had plans to change the whole school and get everyone fired up for the Lord (side note: that boy has done 3 YWAM dts's, helped start a prayer room on our college campus, and now is involved in IWT and the Call 2 All movement; he's still pretty intense) He and I were going to change the school. That is until I came to school, into a class of 14 kids, none of the girls I'd been friends with came back for ninth grade, and on the first day of my amazing high school career of change the world I sat and ate my lunch alone in the corner of a small cafeteria where I knew everyone.
In the next two weeks, the only two girls in my class other than myselfmade it very clear they were not going to be my friends. They made fun of my hair and clothes any chance they got, and mocked how I talked or even how I didn't talk. I left school early almost every one of those ten days with anxiety induced migraines. My parents decided that it wasn't worth it, and made me switch to the public school near my house. I went from a class of 14 kids to 525 in a matter of a day.


It's really hard to explain what happened next without going into a million little details.  I closed up, I quit talking to almost everyone, including God. I put on an "I'm doing okay" face with I went to youth group, even though I wasn't. I got angry for awhile, until the anger hurt enough to just turn into sadness. And I was sad for probably the next six years. I had very few good friends, or any friends at all over the course of high school, and being isolated and alone became the norm. Even though I never consciously said it, I was done with a personal relationship with God. Those kinds of people weren't worth my time. All through high school I adopted a spirit of intellectualism, and thrived in being an elitist. I was guarded and protective of who I talk to, and more often then not people thought I was much meaner than I actually was. But that was fine with me, because I was too afraid of being made fun of, that if I had to be mean to not be vunerable then so be it.  During this time was when I really started experiences sign of severe depression and anxiety issues; depression though, for high school students, isn't exactly an abnormal thing, so I didn't really think it was worth bothering anyone about. I thought that eveyrone was like how I was, and even if they weren't, I was being dramatic and selfish if I tried to act like I was worse off than anyone else. But then my grades began suffering, I would tune out, going through the motions of the school day, but not turning in work or putting forth effort for weeks at a time. Teachers usually just got angry with me, which made me worse, and my nervous tendicies of shutting down more intense. Generally they gave up on me, and thought I was lazy. It got to be the worst when I was a senior in high school, and although I was in AP and honors' classes, I barely even graduated.


My parents, and a few teachers who hadn't lost all hope in me, kept telling me that college would be better. I was suited for college. I mean, after all, I loved learning, I was a gifted writer and thrived in more intellectually stimulating environments. The only problem was that my grades in high school were disappointing at best, and my idea had been to go through an internship at a local church and become a youth pastor so I slacked off any type of college prep. My only choice was to go to the state school that was about 20 minutes from where I lived. Everything, though, seemed to be working out though. I was happy to start school; I enjoyed my first semester classes, I got to see my friends everyday, I liked my job that I had just started at  a coffee shop and realized that I was pretty good at being a barista. Things seems to be going my way for the first time in a long time. Even though I still dealt with poor sleeping habits, minor anxiety attacks if I was alone too long, the tendincy of binge eating, and digestive issues because of my eating habits, I considered myself on the right track; at least my grades were better and I was having fun.
Second semester of my freshman year at NKU started off okay, until my anxiety attacks started to become more and more frequent, and I started feeling overwhelmed in school. I maintained decent grades in a few of my classes, but started to suffer immensely in others. After failing two classes that spring, I worked three jobs over the summer, mainly to distract myself at something I was good at: working.


I worked a coffee shop during the week, shelved books a library a few nights a week, and a fast food restaurant on weekend mornings. I liked working, people I worked with liked working with me, and generally it was easier to deal with coworkers and customers than it was to deal with friends and family members. When I was at work, even if I wasn't really friends with my coworkers, they talked to me and were nice to me, which wasn't something I could say about my friends. Though I told everyone I was doing fine, I knew deep down that I was actually worse off than I had been senior year of high school, which was when I had counselors at school constantly checking up on me to see if I wanted to kill myself. By the time I started my third sememster in the fall I was in terrible shape emotionally. I went to only two or three classes before I felt overwhelmed and quit going all together.
The only thing was about quitting school was that I didn't want anyone to know. I hid it from even my closest friends, and during the hours that I was supposed to be at school I would just take drives and contemplate the point of living at all. I listened to sad music and told no one about what I was going through. I came home and slept, I went to work and yelled at my coworkers at nothing. I had three major anxiety attacks at the coffee shop that rendered me useless and sent home in tears over literally nothing. I had pulled off the charade of pretending to go to school for a month, when the school caught on and sent my parents back a check for $2500 for a partial refund of my tuition. Luckily (or so I thought) I was the one who got the mail the day that it came. I hid it in a box in my room; everything had gotten more out of hand than I intended it ever to. The guilt started getting to me and couldn't even sleep at night. By mid October my mom called the school to ask a question about something, I can't even remember what, when they delivered the news of "Hannah isn't a student at Northern Kentucky University anymore". My parents sat me down and told me they knew I wasn't going to school, and they weren't even angry, they knew what I struggled with and feared what keeping the secret was doing to me. I fell on the ground weeping, and this is when it was decided that maybe I should go see a psycologist about the thoughts I was having and what I was doing to myself.


I started seeing a physician and a counselor at a local church that my mom worked in their day care, who both agreed after counseling sessions and several blood tests that I had moderate to severe depression, caused my family history and a seretonin imbalance, and minor anxiety and OCD. I started taking medication and decided that I would take the next six months or so off of school and get back on some sort of track. Four or five months later I decided I wanted to try to take some classes at a community college to make up for the ones that I had failed or not taken the previous sememsters to get me back on track and go back to school. This seemed like the most logical next step, but deep down I knew that I didn't want to go back school. I knew myself, I knew that I hated it, and I knew that no amount of talking about why I was sad or medicine that just made me feel numb would make me want to be living the life I was living. This is when I thought this thought that I know now wasn't just me daydreaming, but the Lord speaking into my life, that maybe I should go back to that word that Brian Gibb gave me when I was 14 and seek the Lord. Maybe I was supposed to be taking time to seek the Lord. When I told my parents that, they agreed that if I wanted to take a season to go to a ministry school or do some sort of internship at a church they would pay for it. 
A few years before my friend Jane had moved to Kansas City, not to be a part of IHOP, just to school here; though, her decision to come was heavily influenced by the fact that her parents helped start the Cincinnati House of Prayer and she wanted to be close to IHOP. I had visited her a few times, and even thought briefly about doing the One Thing internship when I was first graduating high school, but I didn't really want to give up that much freedom. But the fact that Jane was here, and that IHOP had a bible school that wouldn't involve quite as much sacrifice of my personal life as an internship would seemed inviting.
I decided to attend FSM last fall, and moved to Kansas City in August 2009 to do so.


I thought that I was doing what the Lord was saying for me to do, I thought I'd prayed about it, and I thought I had gotten a clear answer about what I was doing. I knew that I was supposed to be at IHOP, but that was all I knew. My mom had told me over and over that I would come out here and never want to come home, I would just fall in love with the Lord and the movement and just never want to leave. After about a month of living in Kansas City, I thought I'd be lucky if I came back in the spring.
It wasn't that I didn't like it, I did, or I wanted to be liking it more than I actually was. But the truth of the matter was, I was getting migraines worse than I had for years, leaving me in bed for days at a time, causing me to fall behind in school. The prayer room made me nervous and I skipped out on my prayer room hours early as often as I could. I spent more time alone than I had in years, and old symptoms were appearing that I hadn't dealt with for a year. Even though I was no longer on my medication, I thought about how maybe I needed to be all the time. 
I knew I needed joy. I craved it, and I just wasn't finding it. I mentioned this want for joy to a fellow classmate one day, and she just said maybe I needed just to pray that God would show me how to be alone and not be sad. Now that makes a lot more sense, but at the time it just made me angry. And I just kept praying for something to help me feel some joy. I just kept asking for joy; one night I was just completely unable to sleep, so I drove up to the prayer room, during maybe Clay Edwards' set I don't remember, but there was just something about the singers on the team that just made me happy, one person in particular. The way they sang just brought joy to my heart. I took this as a little sign that God was going to be taking care of me.


Though, meanwhile, things weren't getting better, if anything they were getting worse. I had several melt-downs and anxiety attacks that I didn't tell anyone about, October just became a very long month. In the beginning of Novenber I wasn't feeling good about anything, I was frustrated with myself and with God. I was in the prayer room one night, it was about one thirty am, I couldn't sleep. I was trying to sort through things when suddenly a thought came into my head: "Maybe I should do FIre in the Night"
This was weird, I was pretty much adamently against doing an internship, I had been from the beginning. I was confused even within myself. The next night, before I had even gotten a chance to tell her I was thinking about it, Renae and I were getting coffee and she looked at me and very apprehensively said "I know your don't want to, but I just feel like God wants you to an internship." 
What she didn't know was that I'd just asked my advisor about what I should do about trasfering in January earlier that day.


The day before I had gone to the November student chapel, where Mai shared her testimony of being set free of self-hatred and depression; she talked about how she had even had health problems that were caused by an eating disorder that were directly connected to her depression issues, and how all of it had been healed with this realization of the Fathers' love for her. I mean, I thought that was wonderful, and  I got prayer, but, I wasn't really feeling anything strong in that area, especially because I had so many other things in my mind. When I look back I think that if I had really understood what was happening, maybe I would've felt differently, but at the same time, I know that God had a plan for me.
A week or so later when November 11th came along, and the spirit fell during Wes's class that famous morning, I wasn't feeling well. I came to class, and while I wasn't offended by the manifesting or anything, I'd seen things like that before just not at IHOP, I was grouchy and really just annoyed by it all. I ended up leaving and going home to take a nap by ten thirty or eleven in the morning. Little did I know until the next day all that happened and the fact that my classmates remained at FSM for upwards of ten or eleven hours. I was getting emails left and right from people at home that I was half heartedly responding to, trying to sound eager and excited about whatever it was that was going on, but the honest thing was, I didn't feel well and really wasn't around to really know.
By this point I was (even though I wouldn't have called it that at the time) pretty angry with God. Here I was, with a history of what every else seemed to be getting healed of, going up to every alter call, coming to the awakening services five or six days a week, and I was feeling nothing. Sure one day I got the giggles, another day a little bit of head jerking, a few tears maybe, but nothing that really made me feel like my life had changed. No memories were gone, and the feelings were still there.
I went home to CIncinnati in the middle of December, as soon as school was officially let out for the semester. Nothing about had really changed that much from the last time I'd been home, no one noticed any great difference in me. A few people were impressed that I was willing to change my schedule to the nightwatch for a time, but most people didn't seem to even remember what I was doing out here. They all just knew I was in Kansas City, and they didn't really understand whatever else I was doing, oh some bible school. I know that there should've been more change. But at the time, I was just happy that I made it through, and that no one really knew how much I'd fallen into issues everyone thought were corrected.


When it was time to come back at the first of the year, I was more nervous than I'd ever been for anything in my life. Suddenly the realization that I was turning my life over to the internship was a lot more real than it had ever been. But, I just kept telling myself, I have a car, I know my way around Kansas City; even if I don't have anyone I get to close with in the internship, at least I'll have that little bit of freedom to go and hang out with the friends I have in the area, and just the ability to escape a little. The sad thing about that being my only means of comfort was because of what happened the night before I moved in. I was running some of my things back and forth from my friends house to mine, and my car, which had sat in the 8 inches of snow that had fallen in the weeks since I'd left, was sounding a little rough. I don't know what happened, I don't know much about cars, but either way at one in the morning the day that FITN started, there I was, crying in the passenger seat of my roommate's car on the side of the road on some shady exit of north 71, waiting for the tow truck to arrive. My only means of escape was dead at the side of the road, an oil leak or something, and a burned up engine.
The next few days were a blur, a mostly wet blur. My belongings were in a million different boxes and suitcases, poorly packed (considering I had planned on using my car as a means of storage) and thrown together. I had a bad cough, the weather was bad, and here I was in this internship, with no way of getting out (literally, even when I had free time). The first few weeks were like that, I was frustrated and anxious. But my roommates were nice, and soon enough I became decent friends with my roommate Sarah particularly. We had a few things in common that made us quick friends, but in general were terribly different. It was nice though, because I was comfortable around her, and even in the beginning of FITN I knew that even if I got nothing else out of the internship, at least I got a good friend.


It was in the beginning of February that I realized why I did the internship at all. It was one night at dinner, a Thursday night, that has become fairly famous as least in the circle of the interns and core leaders who got to experience it. I don't really know how it all started, but there was a complete outpouring of the holy spirit in the cafeteria at 11:30pm right before our burn team meeting for the night. People were laughing and shaking, rolling around on the floor, really just praising the Lord. I wasn't one of the people who got hit in the cafeteria, I was busy doing something on my laptop and was really just was amazed at what was happening, little did I know how much of what was happening was for me. When we went into burn team everyone was still "shakin' and bakin'" and one of the leaders who was leading the meeting for the night decided that we should lay hands on people and pray for people who needed healing, and Sarah had a blockage in her ear that had been bothering her for the past few weeks. A few of us laid hands on her, none of us were really laughing or anything, and then something just came on us. It's one of those things that I can't really ever figure out how to explain, but what I can say is that I felt like a wind came that could've knocked me over that wasn't even there, and I just started laughing and praying in the spirit. After a few minutes of this Sarah started jumping up and down, cheering that her ear opened up, and it felt fine.
We went into the prayer room right after this, and I have to say, I've never seen anything like it in the prayer room. It was like an awakening meeting for literally six hours straight, people getting healed of physical burndens, and really just a lot of people on the floor laughing their hearts out because they suddenly knew that the Lord loved them. The point of the night that I remember the best, and can pretty much pin point as my moment of delieverance was when no one was even praying for me, I was just sitting on the floor, laughing so hard I was crying and all of a sudden a voice rose up within me that just simply said "You are loved, and you don't have to worry about anything ever again. You don't have to be nervous ever again. You will be loved forever and you don't have to worry about anything." It was in such a loud voice in my heart that it just came out of my mouth: "I don't have to worry about anything, I'll be loved forever, I never have to be anxious ever again!" Someone heard me say this and came over and just prophesied over me, everything that I needed to hear at the moment, and I just laid on the floor with a huge smile on my face and a weight lifted off my chest.


The rest of Fire in the Night has just been time after time of God reaffirming that I am in the right place and that He is healing me, healing my heart, and making me brand new. I was talking to someone the other day about what I've gotten out of this internship, and all I can say is that I've learned to pretty easy concepts that have drastically changed my life. It's that obeying God is the right thing to do even if you don't want to, He's taking you in the right direction; and that God doesn't just love me, but He really, really likes me. God is taking me in the right direction and He just wants to be with me, and wants me to want to be with Him. 
I feel like I'm more ready to be a part of FSM than I ever was before, but that I don't regret the way things worked out at all. I'm excited to be a part of the class again that got to experience the beginning of this Awakening that we're still getting to enjoy, and more than anything I'm just so excited to leard about God. Learn about what He thinks of me, what He's going to do, how He works in my classmates lives and just how he's moving in the IHOP community. I feel like God has placed me here for right now, to have felt the freedom and love that I feel now, and to serve Him rightly during this season of my life as an intercessor in this Prayer House.  I'm excited to find out what other stories will become a part of my testimony in the coming seasons.

internet life.

tumblr
twitter

way more interesting.

Almost crocheted a whole hat, am full of ideas & quiktrip coffee, and I am obsessed with the stats on my blog.

Truth: I can know see what you searched on google that led you to this page.

That's all I'm gonna say about that.

Also, I'm intrigued at who is searching different searches that include the name "Jonas Park" and are coming repeatedly to my site. Sure, I have mentioned him before, probably more than I should've, but he is a worship leader I like, and he has a good beard. I see him around. I need to stop being creepy though; and whoever is coming to my blog from searching his name should, probably, too.
Also, who needed to block the referral link to my blog?? It's stupid and being embarrassed, or private enough, of the face that you are looking at it is silly. Bookmark and call it a day, I don't care.
I think it's funny. That someone would feel they needed to do that.

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Real beginning of entry:

I am thinking of selling crocheted things on Etsy, or just things I make; people buy some pretty stupid things on Etsy, and I am semi-capable of making not entirely stupid things. I have almost finished a hat that I started just today.  I finished a cowl (that I actually crocheted in the round, like you are supposed to) yesterday. They don't completely suck. I will most likely not do this, or you know, maybe I will. Can't decide.

Also, tonight, I was drawn by one of Jane's friends, and she is doing a little project with blind contour drawings; it's interesting, she does a drawing of you, and she has you draw her too. I enjoyed it very much. And realized how much I like blind contour drawings. I think I may steal the idea and take a sketch book into the prayer room and do some myself. This should be interesting.
I've been hanging out with Jane & her friends more and more, I like them.
Hobby Lobby is good and weird, just as it should be, it's making me want to do crafty things, but I have no ambition to actually buy anything to help me in the conquest. It's nice to have a job again.
Though, I kind of want another job, I kind of really want a coffee job.

I thought I had more to say.

I've been listening to the Zombies allllll day. I love them.

I think I have a crush

on every single kind of cute guy at ihop. and then none of them.
simultaneously.

and the most likely is a lesbian short haired lady at the roasterie knows to leave room in my coffee even if I don't ask.

I'm so tired.

Stop it, Hannah.

Seriously, dude. You know what's not hard? Yeah, it's not hard to finish things, like blog entries.
And you know what else isn't hard? Writing good, nay, writing well; writing well is not hard for someone who kicked the butts of pretty much every other senior in 2007 in the Boone County school system when it came to writing on demand and all that. Dominated. But do I show off these particular skill sets? Absolutely not. I suck at the internet all the time.
Back in the day I kept a xanga every single freaking day like it was my job. It was, because I didn't have a job.
But now? Now? Never, ever. Blogs are so boring (though, I read everyone else's ever, it seems,) I never finish anything.

I've been jogging. I've been listening to the same stupid playlist for weeks.
I'm trying to pull an all nighter in the pr. I'm not sure if I've able anymore. At least now I can make a coffee run if I need to. QT may or may not be calling my name.

it's very cold in here.
I didn't bring my computer cord.
damn.

the other night I was at walmart buying pancake mix and pasta salad (obviously) and I saw this kid that I used to have the same prayer room hours as last fall. He is decently cute, has dark hair and glasses, and wore toms before it was pretty much an awkward ihop staple. I appreciated that. anyhow, saw him at walmart, and we made eye contact (ihop dudes have issues with making unnecessary, if not excessive eye contact) and I smiled that ‘oh, I see you all the time, but we don’t know each other’ smile. he almost ran into something, he blushed. we kept passing each other and he would look down as hard as he could. I felt terrible! I am mostly, in life in general, the most awkward person alive, so thusly I felt his pain. 
we even were parked near each other and left at similar times, he walked very slowly behind me and a long way to his car; I want to tell him, it’s okay, I am so awkward, I feel ya, and don’t be awkward, be friends! but I don’t, because that would be weird of me, seeing as we’ve never spoken.
tonight, feeling halfway grouchy, I went to chick-fil-a, to redeem a coupon kim gave me for a free sandwich and get myself, you know, waffle fries. when I get to the window they were all out of order (I feel that too,) and the person at the window is all jumbled and another guy has stepped up quite confidently to help him out. The confident guy’s confidence, as it were, faded when he leaned out and asked me what my order was, and  to be honest the quiver in his voice kind of flattered me being as I seem to have this effect on him, as it was poor awkward (decently cute) glasses kid who I used to have prayer room hours with.

He regained his composure and squeaked (poor kid) “Our orders got a little out of …. order…” I smiled “It’s totally cool,” I say, poor guy doesn’t even know how much I mean it, I know drive thrus and how much they suck, and I know awkward. These are two of the most common things in my life! One time I was even told in the drive thru at starbucks that I was so awkward it was making my coworker uncomfortable! (I mean, that’s because she is kind of a bitch not very nice person, but whatev) When my order is figured out he gives me my total…which wasn’t actually the same total I was originally given (it was off by like 30 cents, I was told by the guy & the screen 4.57, he said 4.87…) but it was okay, I wasn’t giving them exact change, I had him a five, and he says “Th-thanks.” and hands me my change saying “And your total comes to, um, …. forty three cents…” he is pale and blushes easily, as am I so I really just find it endearing. The look of relief on his face as he says “Here you are, have a great night!” without any problems was priceless.

I either terrify him or he has a crush on me. I’m flattered either way I suppose.

I didn't forget; I did it on purpose.

I didn't forget about this, I didn't stop because I lost interest; I opened up the window every single night that I used my computer in the prayer room, since whenever the last time was. I opened up blank entries, I'd type either something witty if I could come up with it; or one word that I thought I could build off of, which would either become super relevant or super irrelevant depending on how the entry took shape, and then I would laugh to myself if the reason I chose it was because it made sense, or I chose it because it didn't.
   No one read the blog either way from as far as I could tell, but  I still felt this minor, albeit silly, sense of accomplishment updating all the time; when I stopped I felt a little disappointed, like that one person that stumbled across would be sad that I went away, because deep down we all just want to know people want us, and on a greater level, that someone needs up. Going off that for a second, I had this conversation lately, and though I don't feel like I have a lot of biblical insight personally (I think it's there, I just don't know it off the top of my head,) but I think that people need people, not just want people. I don't want argue and say they are not different concepts, they are completely different, but they are both true. I don't just want someone, I really need someone at different points in my life; I need the Lord all the time, I have the Lord all the time, I just need to choose to search for Him, but there are times that I need a tangible person, and God put that need in us. I don't think that was very much relevant to this paragraph, but there it is.
   When I stopped actually updating, I thought, well, one day I'll clear it all up, probably at the end. It's almost the end, and I'm not actually going to clear anything up. I'm just going to say, I'm not happy out the outside, I'm joyful on the inside. I'm a lover of God for struggles with iniquity, not a sinner struggling to love God; I'm a success, I know that my one simple glance ravishes His heart, and that if I seek Him I will find Him, and nothing else will do. But I know there are things in my life that I wish hadn't happened they way they did, I'm disappointed in the rose colored "religious"glasses that I saw certain things through, and when they turned out to just be human flesh and of the world like everything else, that it made me sadder than I should've.
Though, I have no regrets, I quit updating this silly thing with my day to day nothingness because I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to think about more than I already did (all the time) I didn't want to distract anything away from the fact that this season I am in, that is a mere...50 or so hours, at this point...from being completed, is really supposed to be about Him. And that's not what I would've talked about; I would've talked about how people let me down, and how I didn't think that God let me down as a cover-up for the fact that I felt like He kind of did for awhile.
I didn't want to repent for something that I knew I didn't even need to do. Even on a blog that no one reads on the internet.

So. There it is.
I have no idea what my life is going to be like in the next, well, even two months. I am fairly confident it will be here in Kansas City, being a part of the Prayer Movement; I am content with the fact that from another person in ministry's point of view, I am sitting in a room for hours on end, I kind of am.  But I know that I am shifting things, moving things, delighting and rending the heart of the Heavens. I plan on working, so I'm not really sure what the whole thing will look like, but I am young. I am dangerously young.

It is very weird that what I've done everyday for the past six months will be over in the matter of a weekend; as of Monday, I no longer am under the jurisdiction and control of Fire In the Night. I am not an intern anymore, I will just be an ihopper like everyone else. I won't have check in when I go places, and wear a badge with a terrible picture of me everywhere I go. I won't have to sleep on a squeaky bunk bed, and try to make myself sleep during the peak hours of everyone else's normal day. It will be weird to be back in real life, but I think the strangest part of the transition will be that it won't actually be that weird, that will take only a day or two, and then everything will be as if I never was on nights for six months, and it seems like it should be much bigger of a production physically.
I won't see the same 25 people I've been seeing every single day for the past six months, some of them ever again, and that's sad and strange and not that strange and sad all at the same time. The friendships I've had will become different things, some of them fading into nothingness, some of them fading into acquaintances and facebook friends; others will just become different versions of themselves now, strong ones, lacking certain characteristics and physical proximity. But, this isn't just in the internship, or IHOP, or me. This is the life I'm in right now.

What have a learned? I don't everything ever, and not a lot in particular. I trust Kirk Cameron a lot less that I did when it comes to theological themes (I didn't trust him much in the first place). I feel like I can read the Bible and actually be getting something out of it, which isn't like I didn't think I wasn't getting things out of it before now, now I just really understand.
I am loved. I am a lover. This is my success.
I miss Jesus, and I never realized I needed to.
He calls me Hephzibah, which means that His Delight is in me.
It's just a little while til I'll see Him, it's just a little while longer til I'll know him, it's just a little while longer and we'll be together...

And that I feel no condemnation in listening to Andrew Bird and reading novels, and sometimes idle talk is how you get to know someone, and it's much easier (and more productive) to talk to God about people than to talk to people about God. I don't feel condemned or guilty about any of this.
I'm excited to have a foundation for knowing what's right & wrong & worth feeling condemned about, and what's worth calling others' to righteousness about.
I'm so happy I did this. And I'm so happy to be finished.

So, right now I'm going to focus on he next month or so.
Or mainly, going to Cornerstone for free with Relevant, making a new friend named Garrett who's also going with Relevant. And then a lot of sitting out my by parents pool, and just putting to practice what I've learned.


Annnd.
Break.

If I ever feel like I need to question God's favor in my life,

I need to remember this day.

you know those dumb (though I secretly adore) games that are like fun "getting-to-know-each-other" things? I remember doing them in high school if I had a particularly energetic teacher, we would go around the room and say our name and one interesting thing about ourselves. I've done this particular "game" in numerous places, even in the internship that I'm in right now.
whenever I have to do something like this, I can never think of anything fast enough. but, generally, even if I can't think of anything I find to be super interesting I can always 'wow' the crowds with this: "One time I won a contest..."
one of those "we'll pick a name at random to get a prize" type of contests, the kind that require no skill, just pure luck of the draw (literally). those are the hardest to win, which makes sense, there's nothing you can do to better your chances, other than entering a bunch of times, your chances are very slim.
the contest that I won was put on by the swedish rock band Mando Diao. which not many people have actually heard of, outside of places like sweden itself, maybe germany, japan... as in, the bitter americans I've generally told the story too are not terribly impressed by the actual winnings. one time I told a german customer I had (who was wearing a MD shirt) about winning, in broken english she exclaimed that she had seen them on MTV and I think really had no idea what I was talking about. but I feel like she would've really appreciated it, if she knew.
I won all the CDs & singles & EPs they'd released by that time (2006), a couple of (ugly) tshirts, a hat, lanyard, wrist band, and one of their singles on a 45'' from germany. All the CDs & vinyl signed by the band.
it was really cool. I was absolutely amazed.
it was a cool story. something that's kind of a weird once in a lifetime thing, you know? your name being randomly chosen to win a prize? definitely a once in a lifetime thing.


except that it happened to me again, just a second ago.


so, I love the relevant podcast. I like the magazine a lot too; they always have decently written articles on things that generally interest me, they have a pretty good selection of music reviews, and usually cover issues (social justice, spiritual, ect) that I can am interested in. but the podcast has the humor of jesse carey.
I love the podcast, I've laughed so hard listening to that bad baby in my car; their jokes become jane & mine's jokes. it's great.
so I was listening to one of the newer podcasts the other day, while I was letting color-enhancing conditioner sit on my hair before bed, and they made a comment about running a contest where all you have to do to enter is reply to relevantmag on twitter with a specific hashtag and you could win a ticket to cornerstone.
now, I'm not a big christian music person, I'm really not... but I am a big cornerstone fan. I've been five times, and I plan on continuing to go in the future. this year, with the internship, it didn't seem like going was really going to work out very well, but I thought: 'what the heck, I may as well enter, the chances of me winning are slim'. so I entered, and I forgot about it. that was last week.

I was just talking to my mom on the phone, not even remembering having entered the contest, a few minutes ago, about trying to get something about cornerstone to work out. and I happened to refresh my twitter page, and in the middle of her talking about how I would have just  barely enough money to go, and I notice that I have 3 direct messages. for the past, eh, two months or so, I've only had 2.
so I was kind of confused, so I checked it...turns out I won another contest. another. contest. I won the contest.

this is weird.
I am a lucky person.

The Lord is gracious, abounding in love.

the countdown is officially on. there are only eighteen days left of the internship. and tomorrow is sabbath, which means that it doesn't really count much.
I am very happy about this. like, very happy about this.
I mean, I'll be sad to leave, I'll be sad to see some people leave. but in general I'm just excited.

it's strange, the things that have been going on in my heart; in my head is a different situation, but my heart's been good. I've kind been in this place where I think, how can anyone really consider themselves really for something unless they're completely for it. like, I'm having this realization of lovesickness. it's weird, and good.
I don't know. I'm talking nonsense.
I'm not, but the words aren't coming out right.

anyway. the talk is that there's a new worship team on nights (I wish this would've happened earlier, now that I only have a few more weeks of being on nights, I could've used the change a few weeks ago). and they're good. like really good. also, like way more "popular" people than night people. the very fact that it's made up of recognizable day people is enough, but they're like really good.
jaye thomas is leading, allyson prior is chorus leading, matt gilman's drummer, adam sneigowski on guitar, nathan prior on piano. that's what.
if you're an ihopper this might mean something to you, or at least if you're on nights, these are not nightwatch people.

nightwatch people are weird, and these are all generally cool people.
there are like almost no "cool" people on nightwatch.

regardless of any of that though, it's a really good sounding team. I'm going to really enjoy their sets. which is good because I wasn't a fan (in the least) of alisha powell's team.
this is like a 180 degree change in how I feel about those sets.
so, I'm glad that it's happening the last two weeks.
anyway.

tomorrow's sabbath, and I don't want it to be sabbath. I don't have anyone to hang out with, and I hate just sleeping all day for lack of anything else to do.
but that seems highly probable.

errrr.

"And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more..."

Mike Nesmith had great sideburns.

I have a picture of mike nesmith (yes, of the monkees' fame) as the background of my computer. and he has some epically shaped sideburns in the mid sixties. hm.

anyway, I've kind of been neglecting this blog that I had gotten so good at updating for the past week or so.
I'm trying to use as a way of passive aggressively venting about people. I don't want that sort of thing on the internet. it always embarrasses me later. I'm trying to be the better person.
hm.

other than that... twenty TWO more days. that is a very manageable number. three weeks?! three weeks ain't nothing. or, is practically nothing. you know what I mean. I'm starting to get more and more anxious.
I'm sick of everything. I'm so unbelievably burnt out. you all don't even know.
jane and I are getting coffee in the morning (ie-before bed...) and I don't even care if I shouldn't be doing stuff like that. I mean...I ...
blah, can you tell I just want to be out of the internship?

man, I will feel so accomplished when this is over. I'll have spent six months living a backwards schedule, spending roughly 53ish hours a week in either prayer room or awakening or church services. And I spend at least 8 hours a week in classes, around that many hours serving. with only one day a week off.
and we stay up all night. that totally effs with your balance of life I can't wait to get up at seven in the morning, instead of be taking a shower trying to relax myself into sleep. real life isn't like this, and that's why we do the internship I guess.
but really, I can't live like this anymore. I just can't.
I mean, I can live almost like this, just not to the crazy extent that I have to in the internship.

I've said it a million times and I'll say it again.
I cannot wait to be on days. and I can't wait to have a job again.
mostly though, I can't wait to be able to take a vacation, you know? like, just home. and not have to be at a certain place at a certain time and sign in and wear a badge and live such a painfully monotonous life.
I am clearly very sick of this internship. I wish I wasn't so sick of it

because I'll really miss everyone a lot, mostly.
this has been my life for half of 2010 already.

um. I have nothing else to report.
tony & I took naps in the healing chairs tonight on accident.
or, it was an accident for me, tony thought it was hilarious, elephant whisperer woke us both up at some point or another.
I think I always get confused on am I really not feeling well, or am I just sleepy and these chairs have arms and I can lay back in them and it will take someone longer to notice I'm sleeping?
probably always the second one.

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I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with that kid who looks like a blonder erlend oye from ihop, the one I had a little bit of a crush on during orientation last year and then never saw him again (for awhile, but I see him now all the time, his dad was my teacher for song of songs).

and I was telling him that I thought he looked like erlend, and he was like "uh, we're cousins."

and I was like "noo, you're canadian [true, his dad was my teacher, I legit know this] he's from norway."

and he said "so what you're trying to tell me is that canadians and norwegians can't be related?" and I was like "well, I don't think so..."

and then I woke up. it was weird.

later days.

"It's enough to make a boy cry, it's enough to make me ill...to have so much, I wish I'd said..."

The Elms broke up.
I just thought you should know. A part of me broke up too. I've liked that band for about... nine years. I'm not old enough to like anything for nine years!
well, then again, I guess I am.

"...and have to walk away still."

There's a lot going on in my head.

Paranoia. Frustration.

but, it's okay. I'm working through it.
I'm going to be honest, I've had a really tough week, which is why I haven't been updating this thing as consistently as I had been writing in it the past few weeks.
well, I started writing things in it five or six times, but they all were whiny and complainy and I didn't want to be whiny or complainy on here (anymore than necessary). so I didn't publish them. that's actually not what the internet is for. and I don't want to look at the entry a few months later and feel embarrassed that people could've read what was going on in my head over some issue that none of you know anything about.

so there you have it.

I have a lot of things to figure out. life is one of those things.
and finding somewhere to live... things like that.
things like that.

"I belong to Him simply because He deliberately chose to create me as the object of His own affection." -Philip Keller (A Shepherd looks at Psalm 23, Ch. 1 "The Lord is my Shepherd")

oh the hum...idity.

this a million percent humidity that has decided to grace me with it's presence is no good. I woke up today all sweaty and sticky, without the pants I went to bed in. I tried to make that sentence not sound dirty and ridiculous, I think that I failed pretty much at that one. but I only speak the truth.

my shoes are untied

I hate breaking in new shoes. especially kind of very flat narrow ones. ones that are not made for feet like mine, but since I am more interested in fashion than I am practicality  I will continue to wear them.
my goal with these shoes is for them not to hurt and for me not a stick my toes through the tops of them.
that is my goal in life, too.
for it not to hurt and for me not to stick my toes through the top of it.

it smells like rain.

it's been pretty crappy weather the past few days, when it comes to my hair looking decent; but when it comes to it being grey and springy and smelling all rainy and seattle-y, it's been a great few days.
it has also been a pretty great few days because I got stuff.

I got a backpack, and I got grey keds (not the ones I mentioned on the last blog, but just the classic champion ones) they're "slate" which is a great name. at off broadway.
which reminds me of just a nicer shoe carnival, and while I got some pretty legit new balances at shoe carnival, I hate shoe carnival.
it's like, these places are great, but it's like, TJ maxx, I just can't ever find anything that I want that is that good of a deal that's worth searching that long for it. but, I lucked out and got my backpack there too. just a plain khaki jansport; oddly enough the exact one that I wanted.
for twenty bucks! and my shoes were only 27 bucks!
God gave me favor at off broadway shoes. because He likes to bless me, and that I hate places like that.

I like how I've completely given up on trying to do what I'm supposed to do in the prayer room during the two to four sets. I mean, I'm in here, and I'm mostly paying attention. And mostly I'll just write about what I'm reading or in here, but sometimes, like tonight for instance I'm really antsy and really just want to stand outside and think about things (it's rainy) (i always feel like I'm in a movie when I do things like that, stare off at the rainy night sky, thinking about life). mostly tonight I'm looking at pictures of furniture and cute interior design stuff on tumblr and various other blogs.
um. sorry.

josiah has spent the past two weeks doing nothing but reading a science fiction book in the prayer room (for the whole six hours). I don't care if it was CS Lewis or not, it's still just reading some novels (note to self: find & finish that jonathan tropper book that you've had out from the library for a very, very long time that is like a month overdue). so I don't feel all that bad. at least I'm trying to be productive, and that I'm only doing it for the two to four sets.

do you ever have times when you just really like to type? I'm having that sort of feeling right now. I'm just really enjoying typing. hm. weirdo.

anyhow.
I'm ready for it to be summer. and I'm ready to go home for those few weeks. and I'm ready to move into my new house (that we're going to get..!) I know that I stress these facts every time that I write and entry here (doesn't matter, I'm the only reading them, so it's really fine).

only....thrity seven more days.
the fact that we're in the thirties now is terribly encouraging.
because that just means that we're weeks away. weeks. like five.
that's a little over a month. a month is not long. that means we're practically two thirds of the way.
I'm trying to make things seem better than they actually are.
thirty seven is a lot of days.
but it's not as many as seventy three. which is how many there were when I first started counting down.

"Oh, I can't wait to move back in September and be friends with you, Hannah."
--Kim, my roommate last night; I was telling them stories.
it was encouraging. it's also something that makes thirty seven days not that bad.

um. I painted my nails red. And I'm wearing a cute hat today (or, the hat is not that cute, but it looks cute...which is funny, because I wasn't going to wear it, but it was raining) and my new shoes.
and I just feel cute. I'm trying not to over-think it, because then I'll find a reason that makes me super insecure and ruin it.
I'm choosing to believe this is why the cute guy came and sat two seats away from me at the awakening tonight, even though when I was pacing he was sitting on the bleachers with his friend, and the row was empty and he sat very close to me.
oh, you...cute guy at the awakening...

or not, but I'll just think it to make myself feel better.

and. um. I don't know.

yep.

I kind of want to take a nap.

it's two thirty two. and I don't plan on going to bed in like... a very long time. but, I'm still kind of sleepy right now. it's quiet in the prayer room, it's relaxing. only I am sitting on the floor, so not so much, because it is not very comfortable to sit on the floor. so I'm not really planning on napping. but I'd like to.

taking a "vacation" from the internship/mission base tomorrow (you don't even know how excited I am, I mean, I love the mission base and everything but...) to west portish area to hang out with jane and to shop and to drink good coffee. I can. not. wait. like I'm counting down the hours til I can go. I'm going to go home and take a shower and dry & maybe straighten my hair (which will take time) and then I'm going to do track some of the stuff I'm recording (oh, I downloaded a different recorder than sarah found that is better than the first one I had. it saves things to mp3 files (yay) not wave files, and it doesn't make any obnoxious noises at any point. and apparently you can edit the tracks right there on the program, which I find interesting, I haven't tried yet. it's cool. sadly, the stuff that I recorded earlier in the week, or last week, like the one where natasha & jonas do this really sweet chorus called 'daddy, I love you' are expired and not on the webstream anymore). and then...maybe I'll go to higher grounds and waste time. but maybe not. I'll probably just chill out in my apartment, reading pride & prejudice and then head over to the city!
well, the practically almost city/midtown. more of the city then where I am now... the not even grandview city.

so, there is this weird guy who's just been hanging out at the prayer room for the past few days. sometimes we get people like that; they just show up out of no where, no where to stay, kind of dirty and kind of like "are you homeless? are you like a recently saved drug addict from uptown? like, did you go to hope city and they sent you here?" you can tell them from a mile away...mostly because, have you seen us ihoppers? it's like a freaking urban outfitters crossed with an anathallo concert up in here. you've never seen so many toms & skinny jeans in your life! I can count at least five or six dudes with hipster mullets, and the midwestern hipster beardy dudes? there are way too many of them. I'm weird with my PC, as opposed to a mac. you can tell when someone doesn't belong. don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that there are people like that that show up, it's a good place to show up to. and I mean, think about it, it's open twenty four hours... and who's going to say anything to you if you're "praying too much". I mean, unless you're sleeping in the bathroom and changing your clothes in the lobby.
that's where it gets weird. like this guy was doing last night (I mean, I didn't see him sleeping in the bathroom, clearly, I was not in the men's restroom. but tony was).
and nicole told him that it was kind of awkward that he took his khakis off and down to him gym shorts (which I'm grateful for the fact that he had gym shorts on...but still, he took his pants off) in the lobby... and get this...he cried.
cried, sniffled, got red and splotchy. because she told him it was awkward to take his pants off in public, even if he had shorts on.
um. what.
he's very sweaty, the whole three nights that I've seen him (and days,) he's been just damp.
and he prays really loud in small group prayer.
ok, ok, I'm happy he's here, if it's helping him. but, I mean. there's a line somewhere, between creeper... and not creeper...

my butt is very cold from sitting on the floor for the past hour & a half.

only two & a half more hours in the prayer room.

and then my less than one day long vacation starts!
and then sarah & I are going to tony cintrone's with josiah to work on the shirts (well, I'm not working on anything, I'm just hanging out) and then going with hetty to robin hood! it's going to be a pretty nice day.
then I have apartment group dinner.
they were talking about having crazy hair...um. I'm sorry, I'm not at summer camp. so no thanks.
I don't wanna go. I don't want to get dressed up, and I don't want to eat spaghetti because it's pretty much my least favorite food.
and by least favorite, it's up there with sushi & lima beans. I do not like those things. at. all. they kind of make me wanna throw up.

hm. only 39 more days! or 38 if you don't count tomorrow!
and then take out the sabbaths and it's only like 32 more days! wow!
I can deal with that.
I mean, I can sort of deal with it.
what's making it easier is that my sister is coming out for ATC, which is two weeks long (that's so long! I'm so proud of her) and she's coming out in a little over three weeks. and then my internship is over a few days later.
so that's not that long. like three weeks isn't a long way away.
and then my mom'll come too, and we'll look at the house & stuff.
it'll be good.
that makes the time not seem so long.
until then... I'm tired of everything and everyone and I just want to watch some episodes of the hills, eat some macaroni and drink diet coke without anyone around.
but, you know, that's normal.

I'm wearing kim's toms...and it's making me really want new ones. I forgot how comfy & cute they are if they aren't falling apart. if I don't find a backpack tomorrow... or if I find one that's not a million dollars, and I can afford a forty dollar pair of shoes... ;)
I want them.
or, these:

how cute are they? grey, suede prokeds. but not the athletic ones that look too much like converse.

mmm, I want them.

 well. it's four, so I have to go.

later kiddies.

For He established a testimony in Jacob, And appointed a law in Israel, Which He commanded our fathers, That they should make them known to their children; That the generation to come might know [them], The children [who] would be born, [That] they may arise and declare [them] to their children,That they may set their hope in God, And not forget the works of God, But keep His commandments;And may not be like their fathers, A stubborn and rebellious generation, A generation [that] did not set its heart aright, And whose spirit was not faithful to God. Psalm 78:5-8