Oh happy day...

This weekend was simply wonderful. But first things first:

My new paranoia. I think it started due to a friend's facebook status about someone they saw on the street acting particularly obnoxious. My friend made a status/tweet asking a man to stop being so ridiculous in public... and it made me immediately think Do people make tweets about me when I do something stupid in public??? I mean, think about it. People tweet about everything. EVERYTHING. What if I'm in the stall at Fatheads. And someone else is in the other stall and they are making the bathroom reek. So this girl posts somewhere "omg girl in fatheads bathroom is stinking up the place like whoa" and then I happen to walk out of the bathroom and people all over fatheads read this (because all you have to do is search 'fatheads' at any moment and see what people are saying about it... creepy...) and then I suddenly become the girl who made fatheads smell bad.

Or the other day I was working and this guy had his nifty lil iPhone and he was holding it parallel to my face. Which made it seem like he was taking a picture of me. I don't know if he was or not but it was pretty creepy. And I'm thinking What is wrong with my face right now that he feels it's capture-worthy?

It could very well be a ridiculous paranoia... but then again, it could very well not be ridiculous. You can't even wear your pjs to walmart anymore or people take pictures of you and send them to sites. I mean... I don't know about you, but I typically don't care what I look like in a Walmart. The world has changed, though, and now I must make sure I meet Walmart shopping standards. No more camouflage boots, Emmy. And that see-through net top you wear with the neon green tank under it, with a matching leather skirt... don't even think about it. I basically need to go to Target now just to buy an acceptable Walmart shopping wardrobe. Effin' camera phones... ruining life all over.

That's that. Now onto amazing weekend.

I love my nieces. And my friends. And sunshine. And being able to sing worship songs at the top of my lungs. And being active. And good food. And new opportunities. And creation. And kindness. And my drag queen neighbors who sell porn at a yard sale. And the talents of my friends. Life is just amazing sometimes. Well, probably always, but it can be hard to see.

Today in church I kept thinking about why people hate it so much. And it was strange because I was feeling soooooo much joy as I was sitting by myself in the last pew, listening desperately in order to gain some new insight. I was feeling so encouraged and so thankful.. It was breaking my heart that others will never enter a sanctuary again because of either some stereotype they've decided on (usually the 'church people are huge hypocrites...' thing) or because of some wrong that's been done to them by some Christian at some point in their lives... Listen friends. I've experienced some pretty crappy stuff all in the name of "Christian" and it's really taken a toll on me in one way or another. But how long can you hold on to some stupid life situation that no one has any control over? The service today was about pressing on. Because this life isn't about the weird stupid painful crap that happens, but rather how we are able to make it through all those times. And even more so, about reaching that prize that is waiting for us at the finish line. Or that's not at all what it's about. Let's just goooo with it.


It's kind of late for blogging. And I still have some personal journaling to do. And my bed is deflating and I'd like to be asleep before it's at that really awkward point where all my limbs go numb. ..

I would like to make a promise that sometime this week I will pull together a barista blog. And I will include how it is a mistake to squeeze honey into Michael Keaton's latte.

goodnight