| So, Taylor proposed... In Florida... It was so sweet. We went to a really top notch restuarant and had an amazing meal. He was amazing company. We ended up getting our meal for free b/c since Taylor is a Marine, the server told him "Sir, your money is no good here. Thank you and have a good night." He asked me to marry him there at Del Frisco's... And now, it's just four months away...
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| Spring break... Orlando... Awesome...
40 days left of class. |
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| You know what bothers me? Book bags on wheels. I hate feeling like I am in an airport terminal when I'm just walking to class.
Tomorrow is Spring Break.
My Aunt Valerie and My Grandma are two of the greatest women in the world. |
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| Life is good...
School still stinks...
Four Days Until SPRING BREAK... |
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| Gossip always turns to bite you in the rear. Case Scenario: Fred was verbally tearing down some kid in his class that he didn't even know. Two of the individuals present to Fred's rudeness, happened to be friends with the nameless student. One of the friends told the nameless student what Fred had said. The nameless student confronted Fred, who by the way - - was now feeling pretty guilty. Evidently, not guilty enough to reconcile the situation. End result : A nameless friend with a hurt heart, a perturbed Fred, and two friends stuck in the middle of the problem.
*Fred should have NEVER opened his mouth to begin with.*
...speak that which is good to the use of edifying that it may minister grace unto the hearers... |
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