Drama makes the world go round...

I should be cleaning right now. I have masses of laundry to fold and switch and jump around in. I just felt compelled to check facebook, which led me to this...blogging. Its been a while. I don't really know what to talk about. I guess there are plenty of things I could go into...like...for instance...the weather. But why talk about things that will only lead to tears and pillow hitting. I would much rather talk about something pleasant or romantic or insightful in some way. Nothing is coming to mind. Well, some things are coming to me...but they all support the 'female fantasy land' that I just can't be bothered to promote. Umm. Yeah, I am probably confusing you...because I am certainly confusing myself.

I should only ever blog when I have something valuable to say. I am wasting your time and my own. I will go on, however, because I love writing. I feel like Harriet the Spy. I liked that movie. And this is already on the internet, so it is not like I will face the same adversities that Harriet did...I have no secrets to be revealed (not ones that I would reveal in writing anyway). 

Today David came over. We watched a movie and then I made us dinner. After that, Joanna and Collin popped over for a visit. We played Dutch Blitz. It was pretty fantastic. I may have won a couple rounds. Boy oh boy, is it ever hard not to get SUPER competitive when playing a game like that. 

I had a ginger tea. It was nice. 

Sigh...I really don't have much to say at all. It is weird. I always have something to say. 

Becoming Jane was a depressing movie. I am quite satisfied not living in an era where passionate women are frowned upon. If I don't get married ever in my life...I will die. 

I WILL die. it is part of life. But I will die really sad if I don't experience mutual human love first. (that sounds weird, but we must embrace honesty...). I might not die super sad if my death were really sudden...then i might not think about it at all. I imagine my friends would though. They would think 'poor poor Bethany. she never did experience mutual human love.'...as they look at my sad face in the coffin. 

I am morbid. And I am changing the subject. 

first I will pray,

Lord, I am sorry for any word curses or bitter root expectations that I have written here. I break them off and pray a blessing over my future and my destiny. 

amen. I love you lord.

Bethany.

There...

My parents taught me to not hide my mistakes...but to flaunt them before others...that they might learn from me. Aren't I humble for exposing my sin?!

Anyway, I suppose I should go now. 

I hope wherever you are, you are happy. 

i love you and i probably miss you.