ain't. no. superstar.

Okay so I’m here struggling to get started on my permit and homeboy just got a car?

WAIT. A. MINUTE.

But hey, I’m really happy for you. NO seriously, I’m like smiling ear-to-ear. Just be careful okay?

ps. I want a ride when you come visit :D

Nicole HancockWhen to the mall this past week with my aunt, and every store I went into I said “Oh my friend Ani would love that!” I miss you chicka!!!!!!!!!! — with Aniebietobong Etim.

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Aniebietobong Etim I miss you too honey bunches :D muah!

we’ll call him ‘mystery man’

kk. bye.

True story.

See what had happened was..

My phone butt dialled something called “Emergency Call” on my BlackBerry, right? I look down and I’m like noo way and when I hold it to my ear I hear someone say something to the effect of “911 police how can I help you?” The word POLICE jumped out at me and I hung up soo fast. Then they call back like twice but I hang up on them cause I’m super scared. Zubia tells me that they’re gonna track me and come quickly cause they think I’m in danger. Luckily we ran into Mr. Hoffman, so I called them back and he talked to them and settled the situation. PHEW! I was so not ready for officers to bust into my Pre-Cal class looking for me.

That would have been all bad.

Thank you Lord for taking care of you’re children!

I am Trinity Apostolic Faith, I have Pentacostal roots. You could be Baptist, whatever. Who am I to say that I will make it to heaven and you won’t? I’m no one.

Despite the different titles and classifications we give religion none of us are the judge, God is.

I’ll be honest, I have found myself criticizing other branches of Christianity that aren’t mine. Then, my sister brought it to my attention that it’s just a name. That’s not what matters. A person’s relationship with God, however, is imperative. GOD will judge us; so there is no need to go around  judging others.

It’s evident that he runs the show so let us back down.

I’m struggling. Struggling to reach the hem of Your garment. One touch that I might be made whole.

I’m so broken, Bob the builder can’t even help me; but I know you can Lord.

The crowd is heavy. Throngs and throngs of people, all up in my way, hindering me. And I let them. What am I supposed to do; push them out of my way? psshh. Wait, that’s what I should be doing. But I’m not, why is that? Just when I think I have a shot, I’m blocked, and its back to the drawing board. Another plan, another scheme, just to touch the hem of Your garment. All these strangers brush their shoulders against Yours, and I can’t be one of them? It’s not too late when I realize: I don’t need a plan or scheme. I just need to march my broken self right up to you and be fixed. In an instant my shattered heart is one piece again. My aching soul is soothed and calm. My restlessness has come to and end. How can it be? I finally made it to your side.

The woman with the issue of blood didn’t quit, so why should I? She made it to your side, and so will I.

and I’m thinking man, I can repeat parts of this move verbatium. yeah,

I’ve watched it THAT much.