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Name: Amanda
Location: Italy
Gender: Female
Interests: Becoming more like Him, singing, tocando la guitarra, becoming Latino, expanding my horizons, discovering my inner geek, loving my girlfriends, Harbouring, carrot-cake ambushes with the lil' sis, watching musicals, enjoying my boyfriend, discovering why boys do the things they do and what they think when they are doing those things (I haven't gotten very far), running, field hockey, soccer, basketball, eating ice cream, sleeping in, basking in the sunlight in a cat-like fashion, missions, dissecting the McWorld ideology, being Miss Amanda, loving on my little girls at GFC, swing dancing, dancing like a maniac when no one sees me, singing in the shower, working up the courage to be vulnerable, and trying harder every day to point people to Him. Being a true lady in waiting.
Expertise: "Urgent compassion" (aka: gift of prophecy and tactlessness), finger dancing, being Italian, hugging (I've been told I give amazingly good hugs), having heart problems, verbal beatage, passion, laughing, and messy buns. I'm very good at messy buns.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
10/10/2004
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| ...for a new post... for a lot, really. Oh dear. The last time I posted some life into this sad bit of site was, well, about 4.5 lives ago. Much has changed. And by much I mean about a gazillion little grains of life-features. Allow me the simplicity of the list-form update. Big life-definers since December '06: Heart broken for orphans-- found my calling Struggle and victory over adjustment to college-- found my potential Parting of ways with boyfriend-- finding a way to trust I'm not sure the list does it justice. I guess that the recent times have been the ones that have changed the most. I'm at college now; that is continuing to blow my mind. I broke up with my boyfriend. Future became blank and uncertain; daunting sometimes, but breezy and liberating at other times. I really assumed that relationship, that it would be there and that things would get better. It won't, and they didn't. It seems silly to hurt for things self-imposed, but I do. And badly. I want to go back to school so that everything I see doesn't remind me of it. Grove City is the one part of life not touched in any way by that part of my other world... Every room, song, grocery store, park won't remind me and tease me. I anticipate forgetting a bit, and I pray for it. I am frightened of the dark days of next week and month and year. Trust is coming hard, and at a very high cost. Everything I learn recently comes with the tag "God must have something so much better". Of course, no expected date of arrival or anything... so any day now I expect to recieve a large shipment of "so much better"... keep your eyes peeled. I am scared of being alone, and I am afraid to face my unknowns without that certain constant. What I had was good, but I look forward to the even better, even more understanding, more compatible, more sure. Enough. I have built a world at school. I have (finally!!) made really fabulous friends, and am aiming to learn to balance my life this next semester. I still don't quite have that. I hang out with a whole hall of guys... they are quite entertaining, and I serve as the hall girl. I am really falling in love with that place... the campus, the classes, the people... I feel that I made the absolutely correct choice in schools. It is fantastic to be adjusted and settled and much more confident in my potential academically and socially. It's amazing what one can do when tortured into doing it. This has thoroughly disclosed more than necessary. Goodnight, Xanga-land. | | |
| I
am
so
bored.
If anyone knows of ANYTHING social occurring anywhere in or near Hershey, please tell me.
I am dying.
And wrestling with my bath-tub drain, which is quite clogged with something that I definitely can't identify or reach with my super-tweezers. The tweezers are almost a foot long...
If they can't reach it, nobody can.
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| Soooooo.....
I got an acceptance letter from Grove City yesterday!!!! HOORAY! I am unbelievably syked. It's nice to not have to worry about all of the admissions crud anymore. This is almost anti-climactic, and almost annoying. I knew that it would be a good idea to do early-admissions, but now I have to wait a long time before I get any more information. And I want to know everything NOW. Impatient... But, the waiting is over, the pressure is off, and I can officially slide. Only not, because my stinking personal pride definitely won't allow it. Well, maybe just a little bit : ). So, that's the latest on me. Thought y'all should know the big news. | | |
| ...is annoying. Forking I can handle. Ceran Wrapping my car to Em's was hysterical. The writing on the windows was funny, if not bizarre. But the peanut butter in my car's door handles is annoying. My hands smell like peanut butter and I can't get it out.
Who was it???!! I'm so curious. I think they hit up their own house so that they would make it look like it wasn't them. That's my theory. | | |
| I am causing such issues... AAAH! I'm tired of waiting for this weekend because all of the planning and the primping and the imagining and the worrying is getting ridiculous. If only it could JUST be about simply seeing him... The trouble with there being so many strings attached is that it's very easy to unravel. That's what I'm afraid of.
We won our game today!! 3-1. It was truly fantastic. We really, really pulled it together.
I am so sad that I can't explain it. Sad about basically everything, to some degree or another.
What is wrong with me?
Oh, I hope this weekend blows my mind and makes me feel better.... I know I can't expect such things, but I sure would like to.
For once, I would like to expect something from a situation and not have to be cautious and reserved for fear of being hurt. That would be nice. I'm not really just talking about this weekend. It's life, folks. | | |
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