Thanksgiving... Or No Thanks?

Thanksgiving. Happiness, right? Family, right? A flippin 250 pound turkey, right? Sure! Except for at my house we had no family come over, infact our grandparents came 2 days late. Turkey? I wish. We had pork chops. Yeah, you read me. Pork chops. On freakin turkey day!!! Happiness? Not for me and you can guess why. I do have something to be thankful for though! I am infact staying with my best bud for the last 2 weeks of the semester, to finish it out and make this stupid, unnesecary transition easier. I'm so thankful for those 2 weeks, you don't even know. My mom, again, says its easier to leave sooner than later. She is wrong, again. I'm gonna squeeze in every last second I possibly can here at home, and ask every single day to come visit. And as soon as I get my liscence... good luck trying to keep me there B) That's what I have to say. Am I a rebel? Not really, just... passionate. Yeah, we'll go with that! Have a good thanksgiving all ya'll!

Keep My Head Up

This really royally sucks. I can't even say it, to just type the "m" word kills me, even more so to say it. To see how everyone's face gets all bent out of shape, hurts so much. The more people that find out, the more the pain rises. My mom told me it would get better as more people found out. She was dead wrong. Whenever people see me, there's this horrible darkness looming over me they can't forget about. Like I have a disease. That's the part I hate most about this, people will remember me as that girl who moved sophomore year. That just sucks the life right out of me. These next 2 1/2 years are going to be the worst I've ever been through. Too bad they're my last high school years. You'd think my stupid parents would at least let me finish out the flippin year!!!!!!! But no, I'm not good enough for a request like that.

But anyway, what I was actually going to write my blog about, is I'm going to keep you guys updated on here every single day. I swear. Mr. Worth, you obviously won't have to grade this anymore, but..... I guess you could...... that would be weird but if you want to, go for it. So yes, I will always be here, thinking of everyone at home, my real home, every single day of the rest of my life. I promise :)

What Hurts the Most

Well i guess i better come clean. Now its out there and there is nothing i can do to hope it will change but hope itself. Here goes. I'm moving to North Dakota. There, the hardest 5 words i will ever possibly write. Life sucks so much right now i don't even know how to say it. I love Albert Lea to death, and not to mention the PEOPLE! The worst part of this isn't that I have to start over again two years before i graduate, or miss out on what would be the best softball season ever, or miss my birthday, or being a soccer captian with kelly senior year, or learning to drive, or getting my first car, the list is endless. You know what the absolute hardest thing of this whole stupid thing is? All the amazing friends that I'm hurting by having to leave. I feel so bad that I'm going and its not even my fault. How crazy is that? Just to even think of how most of you will react to reading this, my heart can barely stand it. I know the world won't stop, and life will go on, but life will be so painfully worse.

This new, strange, big, scary, horrible, cold, friendless town is going to drive me so close to the edge, it's crazy. But i know i'll make it through this crap, i have to. Becuase there's an amazing little town called Albert Lea Minnesota. Barely on the map, and yet i wouldn't trade it for the world. It's my home. And no matter how much my parents want me to beleive it, Fargo North Dakota will never EVER be my home. God may be calling them to minister there, but I am defenitely NOT feeling called. So my parents can do whatever they like there, but I for one know I don't belong there. I just feel it deep inside me. My parents would say that its because of me just hating this change but its even farther past that. Like, it isn't my place. I swear I'm not making that up. But apparently I'm still gonna have to go. So I guess I'll suck it up for a couple years, graduate, and move on to bigger things. It just sucks that the last 2 and a half years of my highschool experience are gonna be so terrible. Well, now that I have you all in termoil, possible tears (oh i hope not), Im gonna get some shut eye. Thank you all for loving me, and no matter what happens i will still love all of you so so so so much :) Sleep well and dream big!

<3 Snevets

A random conversation with Christopher Weniger

Well... blogging isn't very exciting when there's nothing in the world to blog about.
agreed!
rock on
I frikin love this! :P so wuts up dude
many things. all of which are so top seceret that if i told you, id have to kill you. check this out:

B)

shades
I KNOW!!!! frikin BOMB!!! check this!
-.- sour face!!

guess what? youd be really good at cakeball
ya i know but i never find the time to play!
o that sucks man
i know... :/

well only in the chocolate frosting league. the other ones are too easy
i know right
yea
sucks
wut about the cupcakers.... theyre frikin GOOD!!!
so true!!!!!!! THEYRE LIKE FRIKIN MANNA FROM HEAVEN!
dude. i watched hercules the other day... i wish i were hercules, itd be so awesome!!! youd like kill monsters with your godly streanth!
rock on again!!!! lol im sure you would make a totally BOMB hercules, just dont let yourself be seduced by a scary lady. ive always thought she was creepy!

Rachel Stevens
Chris Weniger

Who Am I?

Tonight at church we learned and questioned sort of what our purpose is in life. Have you ever thought about that? I mean, I've never really just sat and thought about it cause I'm so busy. ALL the time. Lol. But, you know what I mean? Hm. I'm not quite sure what I'm planning on becoming. Every single elementary teacher I had asked me and my class the infamous 'what are you gonna be when you grow up?' question and my answer changed every single time. So it's not like I've had a solid foundation as I've grown. I'm leaning towards being a mom, hopefully of two, living in the country with a lot of animals and being a writer. So there ya have it. With my luck of course, I'll probably be shipped off to Tibet to find the Yeti or something, but that is my goal as of now. Nothing is set in stone and it never will be. Even as I live it. But yeah, I think that's what I'm supposed to do. I hope so because that's what I love to do. So anyway, now that you have that thought rolling around upstairs, I'm gonna go to bed cause I've had a long......... well I've been tired ever since school started. My 7th grade year :) So g'night!

Who am I that the Lord of all the earth would care to know my name. Care to feel my hurt.
Who am I that the eyes that see my sin can look on me with love, and watch me rise again.
Not because of who I am, but because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done, but because of who you are.
-Casting Crowns, Who Am I

Unforgettable

Soccer. Crazy fun. Crazy hard. Crazy COACH. You get my point, kinda crazy, soccer is. On Tuesday, falling under the crazy catagory is sad. Crazy sad. I couldn't beleive. A horrible twist in my gut and tears welling up inside me as the seconds wound down. I wouldn't dare cry in front of our enemies though. So instead, I glared. The seniors broke down. Absolute greif had a grip on our team. One goal, one lousy goal, which was because of a faulty call. That was the reason for our loss. I don't know. I'm glad the season is over because there is so much less stress to my life now, but that was not the way to go out. That's the feeling that's been bumping around inside my heart lately and I thought I'd dump it out on all my adoring fans out there. :) So thanks for listening. Well, reading I guess, but it's all going to the same place right? Yeah, it is. Well that's all. I'm done. So thanks. Love ya'll! Have a great week!

1 Down, 2 to Go

10 seconds. All or nothing. 10 seconds. The crowd is cheering louder than when Obama won the election. Everything in you is telling you to scream! But you just can't. All you can manage is to stare straight ahead and a heartbeat. A foot connects with the ball, one of our feet. It's sailing closer. 3 seconds. It's in! No. The goalie slaps it away. 1 second. The roar of the crowd is deafening, but even more so is the gasp from your team as they recognize that a shoot out will determine todays result and your team's future is on the line. Your second family might be torn apart 2 games too soon. 5 players are chosen. And of course the amazing goalkeeper. The first steps up to the PK. Arranges the ball just right. In a flash, the ball hits the back of the net. The crowd is ecstatic, as well as yourself, but the referee's whistle screams out. The rejoicing is cut short. The shot didn't count, she didn't wait long enough to kick it. Re-do. Another rocket, straight into the crossbar. She charges the ball and sends it in, but it's too late. Up walks their first girl, and our goalkeeper positions herself just right. The strike, deflected! An even game. Up walks the next of our girls, with an amazing shot that doesn't quite get in. Next. We get scored on. Crap. Shouts of encouragement ring out, and it'll all be ok. It continues like that, goal, miss, goal. Until finally, it's the last shot. If we block it, the game is ours. Silence. Absolute silence. And tension so high you could stab through it with a toothpick! Their girl kicks it, it looks bad for us. But, with a stretch of the fingers and a beautiful dive, our beloved goalie saves the day and pushes the ball away. In the next instant, we charge out onto the feild and we're jumping and hugging and screaming, even a few tears. Through to the next round, Albert Lea Girls Soccer. What an amazing team I have.