and i think to myself... it's a wonderful world...

ooooh, i have a xanga too!!

I'm killing time in the library while the guys at Appalacian put new tires on my car... it's about time, too... my tires were beyond bald... hopefully after this I'll actually be able to take a curve at more than 20 mph without endangering my life. :P

So this holiday season was the most fast-paced yet, but it was also by far the most enjoyable. To cap it all off, I just got back from a week in chicago that simply blew my mind. Craig and Liz are unlike anyone else... their earnest dedication to God and love for each other are inspiring beyond words. Between premarital counseling with Liz, and theological discussions with Craig, I have enough to work on for quite awhile.

I'm a very flawed human being. Thankfully I'm not half as bad as God is good.

Every day I wake amazed at the people that God put in my life that love me unconditionally and help me be better than I am. I don't deserve them. But I'm really really thankful for them.

--laura michelle

Two things...

two lessons that put the last month of my life in a nutshell:

1. Love frequently hurts. Really, really, really freaking bad. It hurts a lot more when sins and mistakes are there to twist the knife a little.

2. Deciding to shut your heart off to everyone to shut out the pain is the only thing on earth that hurts even worse. And it's a different kind of pain. It'll kill you slowly, by stripping your joy and peace and hope, one little piece at a time. The funny thing about trying to shove love out of your life is that, because God's all about that whole love thing, when you kick it out, you push Him away too. And if you've ever tried living with God at arm's length, you'll be very aware that it sucks.

So yeah, love hurts. But I've discovered it's that pain that lets you know you're alive.

Wow I really suck at keeping up with this whole xanga business... not that that's exactly a startling news flash or anything.

I'm starving to death. As always. Pizza sounds really good right now.

Life has completely turned on its head in the last couple months. Some of it's good, some of it's not so awesome. But whatever.

I have a job at Lenscrafters now... it's the best job yet... so hooray.

Okay this is just not one of those days where I can type, write, or think well. I'm gonna give up while I'm behind.

love, war, and fruit loops,

laura michelle

Oh. my gosh. God is so freaking awesome. I don't know why He blesses me like he does.

Story later... I'm too excited to tell it right now...

I AM FREAKING STARVING.

I slept through Business Law this morning in utter defiance of Goldburg and his perverted jokes and his nasty 80 year old legs. When I got up I decided to straighten my hair, and that took more time than anticipated. Consequently, I didn't have time to eat breakfast. Here recently I've been doing really good about the whole eating thing, and so my body is getting used to actually having fuel in it occasionally. It's protesting this witholding of food rather violently. I'm practically ready to gnaw off my own arm.

Church last night was amazing. It's been that way for the last couple months though. McCorkle is so cool.

So I got a really random phone call yesterday at work... I was on my way to the stock room to refill the Proactiv cart when my cell rang, with a number on the caller ID that I didn't recognize. I answered the phone absentmindedly, mentally counting up how many cleansers we would need and how many toners: "Hello?" 
The voice that answered me carried the threatening, ominous tone you might expect to hear when being told that you were under arrest for triple homicide, trafficking of child slaves, and/or the assasination of the president. 
"Is this Laura Foster?"
"Um, yes."
"Well, this is Blah-Blah from Hollywood Video in Lynchburg, VA."
An impressive pause followed, I suppose to allow me to realize the full weight of the situation. 
I was thoroughly unimpressed, more occupied at the moment with trying to remember if we were out of five-piece kits, which I'd forgotten to check, and only wondering with half my brain why exactly this woman was calling me. "Huh?"
She repeated herself, sounding very irritated.
"Uh... okay...?"   
"I'm calling in regards to fuzzle muzzle fuzz, which was returned last night..."
The last half of the sentence didn't sound like English. None of the sentence made any sense.  "What?"
Now she sounded really ticked. She repeated the sentence, and it made even less sense than it made the first time. Now I was getting mildly irritated as well. This woman was babbling incoherently and wasting my time, and she was mad at ME. "What the HECK are you talking about?"  
I guess my disgusted bafflement got to her. She couldn't make her voice more threatening, so she tried an increase in volume. "THE DVD WAS RETURNED LAST NIGHT AND THERE WAS NO DVD IN IT."
At last the light came on. Apparently I was somehow being accused of stealing a DVD from a movie store in Virginia last night. This was getting good. I'm afraid I laughed in her face. "Ma'am, I haven't lived in Virginia for over a year. I have no idea what you're talking about."
Her indignant crusade ground to a sudden halt. "Oh." A pause while she regathered. "Well do you know an Amy?" I laughed again.
"Yeah I know her. I went to college with her. Is it a joint account?"
"Yes..."
"Well then maybe you should call her."

I guess she did. The End.

I'm going to lunch.

--Laura Michelle