Ring, ring! Hello?

Hey, this is non-sarcastic cynical cruel Melissa.

Normal me is back, woo!

Okay, now some non-pessimistic and uplifting thoughts on the weekend of awesome, or Winterfest.

A couple weeks ago I picked up the book Lies Young Women Believe for the second time. I wanted to dive deeper into the scripture it gives, rather than just reading it.

Anyway the book lists lies that Satan throws at us that BLIND us from the truth, such as: no one loves you, you are not good enough, you aren't pretty, etc.

Okay, get the tie in? Things we are blinded by? The theme of Winterfest was the Veil.

When I picked up the book I didn't know the theme of Winterfest yet.

Is this a major hint that I need to figure out what is blinding me from the truth about my life?

What things are keeping me from realizing what God really thinks, and how things really are?

Is it that I'm super distracted about my negative feelings toward J-Wall? Joke.

He does say some pretty good stuff sometimes. The sticky hand story is pretty good, I will admit.

Oh, and was anyone as confused as I was about David Skidmore? I can't believe there are two David Skidmores running around talking at youth rallies. It's pretty schweet. I like listening to both Skidmores.

Okay, over and out.

Stickey hand on the radio dials.

This past weekend was Winterfest, or as Curt Parsley said "J-Wall Fest" which cracks me up.

I mean, it's kind of true.

Hit fist to palm, spirit fingers out. It's the answer to all prewritten debate questions my friends.

Winterfest is an epic time. Where else can you get quality Jesus time, a ski lift, and a plethora of over priced food? Lets be honest. Even the roadtrips are fun, I love being with my youth group. They are the most loving and fun people ever.

The Veil was a good theme, you know. Caluptos? Insert hebrew here--I can't remember it. Columni?

I feel ultra sarcastic and cynical at this moment, although I can't think of why. Maybe I should write about Winterfest tomorrow when I'm not so sarcastic (because Winterfest really was an amazing time, I was so sad to leave).

I know that if I write about Winterfest right now I will just make snarky comments about the Walling, and that's not fair.

Peace be to you, J-Wall. Peace to you and your sweaters and your fat people jokes.

Really, too much sarcasm. Maybe I should delete this post.

Maybe not.

Really, bad Melissa.

"What do you do with them?"

I have consumed enough conversation hearts today to last me a lifetime.

Last night was party time at the Parsleys, which means ultimate Valentine's ever.

Tacos, french press coffee, and catchphrase.

Honestly, can it get any better?

I think not.

Well, Merry Day of all things romantic and lovely.

Guess what? Okay, I will tell you.

The girl in the photo is my best good friend.

Sorry, had to quote Forrest. . .he is just so quotable.

Favorite thing ever right now: laying in my bed with the electric heater and the plug in blanket under my sheets and You've Got Mail on my television.

Woah, what's up with all the Tom Hanks in this post?

Speaking of Tom Hanks, I hated him in elementary school when Castaway came out because I got so many Wilson/volleyball jokes done to me. Most of which involved me getting hit in the head with a volleyball.

Fail.

Supposedly we are going to get a major load of snow tonight. Which means, possibly no school tomorrow.

If there is no school I'm going to do laundry like it's nobody's business. I'm breaking out the bleach for the whites and the vacuum and I am going to clean like I just commited a murder.

I love having a clean and organized room, but I feel like it is constantly suspended in a state of untidiness.

Did you know I can whistle now?

The Nashville trip was pretty much amazing.

We got home at 3 in the morning Friday, though.

I was kind of grumpy and I didn't have any pants clean. . . I wore a skirt and thick tights to school.

I sat in Caroline's 19th Century European History class. The professor was pretty much epic, although the class was horribly boring. I still loved it though.

My favorite quote was about people from Luxemburg.
"Luxembugers. I've had all kinds of burgers, but I've never had a Luxemburger."

Yep, that pretty much sums up the class. Good stuff.

Sanctuary is the best part of Nashville trips, though. I mean, besides seeing Nikki, Luke, and Caroline. Sanctuary is one of my favorite worship sessions ever. And there's even instruments (gasp).

I don't know when I became a through-and-through Church of Christ girl, I think it was the summer before last. But, it definatly happened. Albeit, I'm quite a bit liberal overall in that Church of Christ thing.

I went to Starbucks with friends. Love. Love. Love.

Sleep now.