Kanadienne becomes somewhatabstractelf

so it's been forever. Yes, i know. well the thing is my Kanadienne account here is really really really messed up and makes my computer go haywire hopefully this thing will work this time. anyhow i just gave it up for awhile and now today i felt like writing. so i made a new account. i think. i'm really bad at all this computery...stuff. anyhow, can i just say that xanga used to be simpler??? what is all this stuff?

Anyhow i'd love for people to keep reading whatever junk i write, so...If this works: somewhatabstractelf is my new xanga name i think....Okay, guys, bear with me. i sent a couple invite things i think. but i'm not sure. darling. it's been fun. Oh. help.

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i'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and tomorrow is school. :(

i just got back from camp yesterday. it was amazing....so incredible drawing near to God. Thumbs up to Life Support, an awesome christian band that played all week. although i had an awesome week, the first two days i did something stupid. I tried not to make friends. because i was sick of saying goodbyes. This is something NOT to do.

Finally God got sick of me doing this and when i was done praying at the alter with about a hundred other teens, i sat back down, and i'll let you in my head for a minute.

God: hey sarah

sarah: hey God!

God: see that guy over there?

sarah: *looks over and sees cute guy crying, head in hands.* yeah i see him awww, he looks like his heart's broken. i feel so bad for him wonder what's wrong?

God: Mhm. Now, get up, go over there and lay hands on him and pray for him.

sarah: what?!!!!

God: get your butt over there, girl!

sarah: no, he's just gonna think i want to like....you know and then...

God: what, you might make a friend?

sarah: yeah...besides how do i know this is You talking anyhow?!! If you realllly want me to go pray for him,...give me some kind of sign. hm, like he has to get up and go all the way over here and sit down on the steps. And then *smugly* then i'll pray for him, okay?

God: Okay.  *the guy gets up and goes and sits over nearby on the steps, still crying and trying not to*

sarah: arghhh......*drags herself over and kneels down, puts a hand on the guy's shoulder and starts to pray for him out loud*

maybe half hour later.

i stop, the guy turns and looks at me. awkward.

sarah: hi...

guy: hi...

sarah: GodtoldmetoprayforyousoIdid...*smiles nervously*

guy: well, you know what's weird?

sarah: yeah?

guy: when you started praying for me...i felt better. i feel better. like...i don't feel guilty anymore. i feel...like it's okay.

sarah: REALLY?! i'm sarah.

guy: i'm jude.

We hugged for a long hug then. And then we were friends. And no, it wasn't romantic or anything but after that i just made friends and i'm happy about that! and God spoke to me but i gotta go and i'll write more later.

leaving newfoundland. :(

today i stuck a dandelion in my hair. and i was beautiful. reason being is no one can be ugly with a flower in their hair. even me. this is one of my theories.

i really like dandelions. they're weeds, but they choose to be beautiful. no one likes them and mows them down all the time, yet they pop up on the lawn, exploding yellow beauty everywhere that no one appreciates. i feel like since they're weeds, they should be nasty looking. But they don't care that they're weeds and hence they are stubbornly determined to live and be lovely. they're not like tulips, which must be pampered and watered and specially treated to live. tulips do not look pretty in your hair. i think i have a grudge against them.

and maybe i should end my ramble here, with the statement that i really loved being here in newfoundland. and i will miss a lot of people. as usual.

finallyyyy