yes, sir, that's my baby.

So, I got a car today.

Everyone remember Sesame Street? We're gonna have a walk-down-memory-lane moment in 3, 2, 1,






One of these things is not like the other! One of these things somethingsomethingsomething...uhh.....(memory lane = dead end)


Anyway. So it's a 1995 Buick LeSabre, and not a 2008 Mitsubishi Lancer. I can handle that. It runs, it rolls, it can hug the curves as long as we're not talking about a lengthy embrace, and it's not vomit colored. That was my one stipulation. You know that color you see on a lot of your grandparents's cars? The one that looks like the color wheel ate bad Asian food or something? You know the one. Well. I was praying, hoping, wishing that my first car ever wouldn't be that color. God loves me! It's blue. Deep blue, and shining like the future. Perfect. Or, as close to perfect as I envision myself in the near future. Which, in my opinion, is actually pretty dang close.

I mean honestly, how many seventeen year olds do you know who are just given their first car? As in, their parents don't have the money for it and neither do they, so they pray for it, and God hands it over to them because he is the giver of all good gifts. My grandfather just felt deeply inclined one day to buy his granddaughter a Buick, and I, on the other side of such divine intervention, am intrinsically grateful and undoubtedly happy. My life is full of beautiful, and things like this remind me not to focus so much on the things that generally grab my attention. They will be given as I need them. In my heart, that equation equals hope. If I ask for things I have not yet received, perhaps it is not because I will never receive them. Maybe there is a light in the distance. Maybe rescue is coming.

Even as I type these words, the sky in my front yard is painted proof of the lovingkindness and creativity of the God of the Universe. It inhales the thickness of angst in my heart and exhales delight and wonder. Or, as a dear friend of mine once wrote, "God breathes out some beautiful skies."

I have many things on my mind. So, a list.

Things On My Mind: (an abridged edition)

1. Itch, scratch, and melt. I am sitting outside in the face-melting humidity, breathing underwater, and enduring the torment of a thousandthousand gnats and mosquitos chomping on my extremities. Chiefly, they are feasting on my feet. This is evidence of how deeply atmosphere can matter to me as I write. If it weren't for the beautiful outsideness of my front-porch location, I'd be hiding in the air-conditioned haven of the house.

2. Childrens. I saw what I think was an ice-cream truck truckin' it down the interstate today with the words "WATCH FOR CHILDRENS" stickered endearingly across its rear. If that's not something to smile about, I don't know what is. I also happened to be driving my new/first car and listening to good music. So, that wins.

3. Ache. Erin left. Ashley left. Julisa left, but she's back. And now Sam is gone, too. All vacationing in big cities, amish country, family reunions, or the picturesque mountains of North Carolina. In addition to this, I'm leaving on Wednesday, the day after Sam and Erin get back. If I didn't want/need a vacation so badly, I'd complain. As is, I will simply dwell on the ache of missing them dearly and hoping, hoping, hoping to embrace them soon, soon, soon.

4. Applications. Of every kind! GSC refused me due to my unaccredited home-schooledness, so I'm applying at Oglethorpe. Also, I'm job-searching! I applied at the Braselton Grille and the Peach Pit today, and got an application for Cracker Barrel. And, no, the Peach Pit is not a Pit of Peaches. It's an ice-cream parlor. A Peachy Parlor, if you will.

And, like, fourteen other things.
I want to re-watch some of my favorite movies, if anyone wants to watch them with me.

"Some" means,
The Illusionist, The Village, and Pride&Prejudice.

So, I might go shower. Or eat. Or curse the entire mosquitine population.

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Peace, out.