TGIF

Thank God it’s Friday!!!!!

Here is a Thursday in the life of Allie:

I woke up and decided to play my new favorite song “God made girls” by Raelynn on repeat. I checked the weather and decided it would warm up enough to roll my jeans up into capris. Then I realized my legs were due for a shave. So… the obvious solution was to only shave half of my calf. I also realized I put on my underwear backwards, so that got fixed right before I walked out of my door. When I got outside, I decided my half shaved calf was cold so I rolled down my capris back into jeans… now my calf is half shaved for no reason… whatever. Life happens.

Lesson: Don’t be lazy when I shave and just shave like a normal lady. Being a girl is fun (even if shaving is on the to-do list).

I took my first sign language test!!!! I think I did really well. It’s my favorite class, I am in disbelief that I almost did not take it out of fear of failing it.

Lesson: BE FEARLESS. (It’s written 365 times in the Bible to not be afraid… I don’t think Jesus could be more clear)

After my classes were over, I came home and ate all of my carrots (with Publix hummus, of course) and had great conversation with my roomies while finishing my Microbiology assignments. YAY!

Lesson: Don’t wait until the day before something expires to eat it. Listen intently in conversations. Not procrastinating is nice.

Since God gifted me with the ability to stay up late, I really enjoy doing this outreach event with my campus ministry. We pass out free hot dogs and waters to people coming out of a popular bar late on Thursday nights. It’s an awesome time to just love the people on my campus and have fruitful conversations.

Funny story: A well-mannered freshman guy, who came from the bar, politely interrupted my conversation with a girl to tell me that I was really cute and that he wanted my number. I giggled/panicked/said thank you, but kept my number to myself. He was persistent, brave, and REALLY wanted my number. I could tell he really wanted it because he had his phone out and ready for me to type it in. I thanked him for being so direct and brave but said I would only add him on Facebook. He didn’t have a Facebook… I kind of panicked again and told him I am not big on giving out my number to guys the first time I meet them. He finally asked for my name (interesting order of his questions). I introduced myself, asked for his name, and inquired if he had met my friend next to me…who just so happens to be a guy (this was a “SAVE ME” tactic). My friend told this freshman guy that I was his girlfriend. SO, I have a fake boyfriend now. JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE’S DAY. But, this freshman guy got my fake boyfriend’s number and he might come to church with us on Sunday (which is awesome)… but this would mean we need to figure out if we should fake break-up or fake stay together. The plot thickens.

Lesson: Being single is fun. I’ve never had a fake boyfriend before. Go with the flow.

Lesson God taught me today: Celebrate my independence daily but live in complete dependency on the eternal God. Both independency and dependency are good if Christ is at the center.

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Just a handful of updates

1) Margo found out I wrote about her. I woke up to a text that said “You posted about me on your blog???????? Hahahahhaa you’re so crazy! I love you!!!!!” I just giggled and was so excited I kept it a secret until she read it! Acts of kindness are kind.

2) Still on the hunt for my black suitcase.

3) GAS IS CHEAP. It was $1.98 per gallon today when I filled up before road tripping back from GA.

4) I got a new dress. It’s cute and I am super excited to wear it soon. Francesca’s is one of my new favorite stores.

5) I have a bunch of old CDs that my friends and I listened to on the road trip. LOL at some of my taste in music back in middle school. I won’t say what all I listened to. Quite embarrassing. But it made for a fun and fast trip!

6) Here is my friend and I almost falling off of the mountain that is also a confederate memorial….

1,683 feet
1,683 feet high (Stone Mountain, GA)

MISSING SUITCASE

THIS WEEKEND IS A LONG WEEKEND. (Thank you, Martin Luther King Jr. for having a dream.)

… I appreciate MLK for more than just the long weekend. He’s really one of the best things that ever happened in America. In the world.

Anyways!

Tonight I am doing laundry and washing dishes in preparation for my adventures that will take place in GA this weekend with some awesome people. So.PUMPED.

I will not tell you what I am doing there right now… So you have incentive to read my blog later… Muahaha.

(For my friends reading this who already know what I am doing there, just keep your lips sealed & encourage people to at least check my posts out)

 & I’m also not telling you because there’s a lot of safety issues with telling the Internet where you are located. 

Be smart online, people. 

ANYWAYS

As I was folding my laundry, I went to pull out my black suitcase from under my bed and…  

Went to pull my black suitcase from out of my closet and…. 

Went to get my black suitcase out of my car and… 

Then faced the fact that… 

It’s missing. 

So here lies/lie/lay/lays (if you know the grammar regarding these words, please comment the correct way to say what I am trying to say) my clothes with no place to stay: 

I think I left it at my friend’s house in GA last week. Good thing I’ll be there tomorrow. 

Just if you’re reading this, pray I find it. 

Thanks!  Have a wonderful evening!

Fun fact: Turtles can’t walk and breathe at the same time. So, even though I lost my suitcase… I am glad I have not lost/always had the ability to multi-task in such a simple fashion. 

Meet Margo

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Margo King.

She is actually a queen. (sorry, bad joke)

Margo is a very marvelous, graceful, and kind person.

Her talents: She’s one of the best singers I know (she taught me how to harmonize). She’s INTELLIGENT (like… makes 100s on anatomy tests, intelligent). Margo is extremely thoughtful, sweet, and fashionable . I basically wish I had everything in her closet, because it’s modest and in style.

I am so blessed to have her as a roommate and close close close friend.

(She has no idea I am posting this… I’ll let you know what her reaction is when she sees it 😉 )

Silliness

Silly defined:

adjective. having or showing a lack of common sense or judgment; absurd and foolish.

Dear Merriam-Webster,

I disagree.

Silly should be defined as follows…

adjective. having a fun, goofy, or happy attitude. not lacking the ability to laugh and be excited about minute things .

Thank you.

Best wishes,

Allie

I am silly (the RIGHT definition).

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But today, I was especially silly. I cut through the grass, talked about BMs, got my hair braided in the middle of campus right before class, was extra happy about other bloggers, told funny stories (about boys), spent more than an hour researching lyrics I like to come up with a title for this blog, made funny faces with a two year old (whom I don’t know) in the library, played guitar with a friend, went to Chik-fil-A way past dinner time, and slid down my carpet stairs. Here is some evidence…

https://vine.co/v/ODEPjY5pIwl

Be silly. It’s fun.

Livin’ the dream.

A lot of friends read my first post and told me they really enjoyed it. Thank you for the encouragement to keep writing!

This morning, (well, yesterday morning, because I am writing this past midnight… it’s not unusual for me to be up so late) I had what a lot of people would consider a bad morning.

  1. I woke up later than I would have liked to.
  2. I spilled a good amount of OJ while pouring myself a glass to get my vitamin C in for the day. (I have to boost my immune system, because there is some nasty cold/sickness/flu thing going around and I want no part of it)
  3. When I got in the shower, I realized my new body wash was in my bathroom drawer. So, soaking wet, I stepped out of my shower (avoiding my pile of dirty clothes… which my mom would be somewhat upset at me for) to get the soap. Then, I got back into the shower, to almost use it as shampoo. I saved myself… wiped the body wash on my loofah and saved it for later. Later, meaning, for when I conditioned my hair. (I soap up while my hair conditions… shower routines are no joke)
  4. I was also having a weird outfit day. I had to change my shirt twice. I was also not too crazy about the only clean pair of appropriate denim pants that I wore today. But I was in a rush, so I had little time to explore other options. I was in a rush because I had this gut feeling that parking would be terrible. My roommate reassured me before she left that I would be okay if I used our regular parking garage. Then, she texted me when she got there to let me know that it was actually pretty full. In a panic, I decided not to make oatmeal and grab a protein bar instead. I was out the door by 11:09 AM. My class didn’t start until 12:30 PM.
  5. I was low on gas. I checked one parking garage… and another… and another (driving to the top of each one, and back down). Checked my gas again… then started praying I would have enough to just find a spot. I checked three lots, maybe glanced at another. Still nothing. Checked the time… 11:45 AM. Made a terrified face. Checked my gas… nearing the E. I told myself that if I ran out of gas, I would e-mail my lab TA and plead not to be kicked out for not showing up on the first day…and then declare January 13th, 2015 as the worst day of the year so far. Then, I checked what felt like my only other option… Spirit Way Garage (which is on the opposite side of campus of where my classes were that day). I pulled in the garage to find about 10 other cars circling around for spots, too.

BUT, God must have heard my prayer. I saw a girl on the second floor walking to her car to leave. I followed her, she pulled out, and I exclaimed “Thank you, Jesus!” for this spot because it was 11:50 PM now and I NEEDED to get to my very first Anatomy and Physiology II Lab early.

I sat in my car to take a deep breath and decided that my blog today would most likely be about silver linings because of my incessant positive thoughts that kept me sane.

The (slightly forced) thoughts running through my mind this morning as this “bad day” unfolded:

  1. I got extra rest that others would have killed for.
  2. I am so fortunate to have OJ to drink in my fridge.
  3. Not everyone is able to even take a shower every day.
  4. I am fortunate to have a closet FULL of clothes (cute ones, if I do say so myself).
  5. It is a blessing to have food to eat every day.
  6. Parking (if you leave your house anytime between 10:30 AM and 1 PM) SUCKS. But, at least I know that now and I DO have a car to drive (with just enough gas in the tank).
  7. Spirit Way Garage makes for a far walk (especially in the cold morning mist), but it’s good exercise and it’s not freezing temperatures. I’m grateful because I can walk and I am not handicapped… even though I longed for those handicapped parking spots.
  8. I am privileged to get an incredible education at a wonderful university.

Quotes to ponder on:

“Joy is not dependent upon situations or things. It is dependent upon how we perceive those situations and things.” Leticia Rae.

“Every day may not be good… But there is something good in every day.”

Challenge:

Be grateful, no matter how difficult, and have a GREAT day.

Newbie, Rookie, Novice Writer. The Unknown.

So, I am new to this blogging thing.

My friend Sarah (in the picture with the horse) is studying abroad in Florence, ITALY & inspired me to blog… but she doesn’t know it.

My inspirational friend.
My inspirational friend.

Fun fact: I urban-dictionaried (yes, that is a verb I just created) synonyms for “newbie” and have no idea what this first post is going to be about.

There is beauty in the unknown, I think. I met a girl tonight who I genuinely enjoyed talking to. Her name is Samantha, but she goes by Sam. I just googled what her name means… hoping I could tie it in to whatever I am writing. It is the feminine version of Samuel (which means “God-heard) … and “-antha” is Greek  and apparently means “flower”. If she were a flower, she would be a pleasant one. A brave one… like a rose. She came to my campus ministry’s event for her first time, all alone. To many, that may not seem like a big deal.

Yet, I find it intriguing. I don’t like going to very many things by myself.

For example, I’m looking for a new church in my college town. So I wanted to try out one on Sunday that a couple of my friends told me about. I was going to carpool with my good friend, Jenna. But, she texted me that she was sick and couldn’t make it.

Fun fact/Vulnerable moment: At first, I wanted to be selfish and upset that she couldn’t come with me. But, then thought to myself… if I were sick, I would want someone to take care of me. So, then I offered her a ride to the doctor. She politely declined and I proceeded to find out new church plans.

So, I texted one of the two guys that told me about this church and asked them what service they were going to (because I did not want to go alone). He told me they were going to 11 o’clock service. I checked the weather and put on my Sunday best. I was having a good hair day, too. Which made me happy. I looked up the address to this church and discovered it was in a warehouse. Different, I thought. But, kind of cool. I drove alone. Nervous, but excited. I listened to “The Way” FM on my way there. A lot of people make fun of that radio station… because they are known to repeat corny songs quite often.

Fun fact: I think I secretly like that radio station. It IS calming. 

So I drove to this church and pulled into the parking lot. Which was… different, too. I was kind of sketched out by the warehouse parking lot, but immediately caught a glimpse of two warm welcoming smiles standing outside (the weather was perfect that day).

Despite seeing these smiles, I sat in my car… I was hoping to see my friends pull in so I could pretend like it was perfect timing. I would turn off my car, and walk up at the same time as my friends. I sat in my car waiting to see them for maybe 4 minutes and gave up on that small wish. I thought to myself… “Allie, you are 20 years old. You can walk into a church by yourself. It’s not weird. It’s not weird. It’s not weird. People will greet you. It will be fine. Walk inside, maybe your friends are already in there.”

So after this pep talk I gave to myself, I decided to walk in.

SO.GLAD.I.WALKED.IN.

They were so friendly. I got complimented on my bag and was greeted by 4 people. One lady was so cute and sweet. She looked my age, but was married with one baby girl. (I hope I age like her). She had a cute southern accent because she is from Knoxville, TN (I wish I was from somewhere that gave me a cute accent). My mom is from TN, so I got excited. I was also excited because they gave me a free T-Shirt.

When I got to college, I heard that my favorite four-letter word would be free.

That is a true statement.

And this post is getting loooonnnggg.

My friends got there eventually. After I talked to the greeters, awkwardly walked around inside with a cup of water, fake-texted, and pretended to look for a seat… they finally walked in. I was relieved and happy to have people to sit by. The message was great, worship was amazing, and then we went out to get some yummy lunch afterwards.

Anyways, going to things on your own is TOUGH and AWKWARD sometimes. But, it usually means you are an independent person. Good things often come out of making independent decisions.

Last fun fact: I am becoming more and more independent lately. I drove EIGHT hours all alone to Georgia last weekend. I don’t like coffee very much… but I even got myself a vanilla latte to stay awake (super sweet, but still counts as coffee caffeine). So, yes, I felt sophisticated.

To further my independence and blossom like a flower (-antha)… I decided to blog. I don’t know what to blog about except for my life and funny thoughts. But I am honestly pretty proud of this post.

This is kind of fun. & my word count is about 900 right now. I have reached essay status… bye!

OOPS: One last thing…  I just added “The Unknown” to my title and realized my URL is dearlylovedandKNOWN. Woah. Contradiction.

To clarify:

  • “The Unknown” I refer to in my title is about where God can take me with independent decisions.
  • I am dearly loved and KNOWN by Him.

To be loved is to be known & to be known is to be loved.