*yawns*

A good night's sleep does wonders. Another thing I discovered in college.

I should get into the habit of writing more. I think it's good for me. And gives my stalkers something to read. *waves to the audience*

hmmm, let's see. My friends, you mean to the world to me. Kayla more or less already part of my family, because I know I'll always keep in contact with her some way or another, even if we live on opposite sides of the world. Kinda like my Dad and his friend Rick, from work. Rick and him started in the same week at UL (Underwriter's Labs for you n00bs. They test everything electronic to make sure YOU don't die from it. Plus other safety equipment. It's a non-profit, too). Now Rick does a heck of a lot of stuff in Hong Kong, and his primary office is in Northbrook, IL. He's a big manager person, like my dad. Except my dad is now some sort of weird internal consultant type person who saves the company's butt every few weeks by checking to make sure their quality control is up to par with the people who are checking on them. (big long story). But I digress lots. Basically, they're a world away from eachother and still keep in pretty darn good contact. My mom sends Rick packages of cheese and sausage and salsa and other good stuff at Christmas. He's also a Bears fan. Poor misguided soul. I love digressing.

I want to be a person who gives. I love treating my friends. Not for that happy feeling people get when they know they did something good. That's not quite it. It's knowing that we all get to go and have fun, and I like the fun that we all have, so I'm more than willing to fund it. when I have cash. Or like when I was little. My church does this thing every Lent called the "Rice Bowl." It's where each family (or person) gets a paper box that you fold on Ash Wednesday and put money in so that by the end of Lent you turn it into your church and they send it to people who need food in africa, goats in South america and schooling in south Asia, stuff like that. So when I was little I loved finding all the change that I had and put it all into the box. Jess would do it too. All my money, boom when in there. When I wasn't sure if I should put the five in or jsut leave it so I could have it, I'd think 'what the heck?" and put it in.

I want to be the grandma who makes cookies for everyone, who spoils her family rotten and their friends too. I think I'm in training to become like that. My mom always told me "be kind to everyone!" I know that mroe than I know any other teaching from church. I was the person who would be friends with the outcasts, because I wasn't mean to them. Of course, this caused a rift between me and the popular crowd in 5th grade, because apparently being nice and talking to Eric the weirdo was the same thing as dating him, and all of that was a no-no.

So I know I can do better. I'm not claiming to be a saint or anything, far from it. I never understood why people are mean to each other. Oh sure, yeah, go point the finger at me and jess. That's different. Sibling rivalry doesn't count. Yet. I don't get why people are mean just to be mean. I can see being mean to thsoe people who are just plain nasty to you. But I think it's stupid.

Maybe I should go and volunteer in some mission or something for a while. I really don't need a lot of stuff. Give me water, food, soap, a bible, a blanket and a few like-minded people and I'm fine. I don't mind distances, either. I know I said I was glad I didn't have to do a mission, but I think in reality if I did, I'd jump at the chance and go.

I don't know. Maybe I will be a nun and do that, or teach or something. I don't think I'd be unhappy.