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As it turns out life is complicated and messy and gritty and dirty. Call it simple or easy if you want, but you're lying to yourself to feel better. It's hard growing up in today's world, it's hard having friends who betray you or families that are hard to like. We all need those everlasting friends and those moments of clarity where we see our lives flash before us, and those times to be completely carefree. As we crash through the jungle of this life, we all steal a few hearts and break a few bones. But hey. That's life right?

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Bittersweet

Today is my last day in Hawaii. It's 11:00 now, and we check out at noon. Then our plane will leave at midnight tonight. It's five and a half hours to California and then a one hour layover or so and then an hour and a half back to Washington. Then we'll pick up our car from the hotel, we'll pick up our dog, our trunks with the rest of our belongings that have to last us for a month and a half, and we're going to start driving down to Winnemucca. We aren't going to stop for sleep until Oregon. Talk about a long day! Well, this'll be the last post for a little while, so this is me, your beloved blogger who's rather sad and slightly depressed about moving to Nevada and living in a hotel for so long,

Katy

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

The great tubby of lard has decread that you are to be pickled immediately

Anonymous said...

i got back from camp yesterday, and i cried. and cried and cried and cried. i miss you. camp without my best friend is like concentration camp with a lake. i dont think i can handle helping at cama camp. its too soon...our camp, our ultimate bonding time, and i go through it with my sister. oh joy. katy, im dieing. someone neeeds to help me, and you, and mary and andrea, and everyone who had their guts riped out, and the floor beneath them torn away when u left us. it hurts to have ur guts ripped out. it hurts bad...real bad. so bad that i would rather be dead. i didnt die at camp though. i thought i would. the worship leader looked almost exactly like taylor, (and he even made faces when he sang); which reminded me of you n me making fun of taylor when he made faned when he sang, which reminded me that we would never have that oppertunitie again. which made me cry. during worship. while i was sitting between byron and jeramy. (niether of them noticed though, and if they did they didnt say anything, lucky me) i have to go though. chin up katy, were all praying for you.
~Lacey

Anonymous said...

I don't know how I'm gonna handle going thru august w/out u, lace. That's CAMA you know? Heritage? what am I gonna do? from me, much <3 and hugs.