Yes, as you can tell, I learned in Spanish 3 today that 'via' meaning 'by way of' is actually a Spanish word. Wow. Revolutionized my entire day. No....it revolutionized my entire LIFE. This is big. So now when I go to Spain, if that's the only thing I know how to say, at least they'll understand me.
Today marks the start of MSSR (Middle School Sexuality Retreat) that our church puts on. Now I know what you're thinking..."A Middle School Sexuality Retreat. That could not sound more wrong." But in reality, it's quite the opposite. It's a fantasmal opportunity for middle schoolers to come and have all their questions answered about sex, the opposite sex, and anything else they need to know all while being centered around abstinence and Christ-centered lives. Seriously--it's bound to be AWESOME. I'm a group leader for my 8th grade girls that I regularly lead on Sunday mornings [we have small groups which help kids grow closer to God with other kids their age and gender] and so, naturally, I'm leading their group for MSSR. Now I know my girls well enough to be able to talk to them about anything. So this whole 'sex talk' shouldn't be a problem....should it?
Also. My best friend, Bre, has recently started a blog. I highly suggest that you check it out. She is spastic, fun, lovely, a Christ-follower, funny, caring, respecting, loving and just about every other good adjective there is out there. All the cool ones at least. So no worries, her blog is perfectly pure and spastic and funny. I'll hook you guys up.
LINKIN' it up: http://hopeinthemorning.blogspot.com/
All yesterday I had the biggest urge on the planet to just say 'Child Pleez..." for NO apparent reason. And I couldn't. Because no opportunity arrived. I'm fully certain that Chad Ochocinco would be disappointed in me. Who oddly enough has decided to change his BACK to Chad Johnson. Because his girlfriend wants him too so that her last name isn't Ochocinco when they wed. Which I don't blame her, cause seriously, her name would be Evelyn Ochocinco and that just sounds utterly jank.
See but here's the problem. What if you're her and in the midst of your relationship, your hotshot boyfriend changes his name to an incorrect Spanish usage of the number 85; his jersey number for the suckiest team in history.
My feelings would be as follows:
1. Utter shock.
2. Complete embarrassment [Imagine going to a restaurant and him stating that he has a reservation for 'Ochocinco.' and they respond with "Ah, yes, right this way Mr. Ochocinco."]
3. Absolute Torture.
4. Anger that my last name would soon sound foolish.
5. Break-up maybe?
So Chad? Child Pleez...GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.
Song of the Day: Dogs Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine
Wow. The music video just officially ruined the song for me. So I'm not gonna show you that video. Cause she's a MAJOR creeper. Like she's creepin' beyond creepin' beyond creepin'. Love the song though. Is it too late to say that?
Arms Open Wide...
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