Sunday Afternoons

I officially hate Sunday afternoons.


They just make me feel sick.


School's always the next day.







I can never seem to hang out with people after church on sunday, because my parents leave at like 12:30 which is before any of my friends know what they're doing that afternoon.


And after church everything's just.. blah.





God just waved to me by the way.
He's done that like twice this weekend now.



If you don't really know what I'm talking about, it's when I see something, never more than two seconds long, usually not even one, but it's something so visually different from everything else I normally see all day, that I think "oh hey, that must be God."



Like just now these two birds flew past, and they had this really beautiful green and yellow underside, but they were brown and plain on top.


And yesterday I was driving.. I think it was on Navajo right next to the 125 and I was at a red light or something and I looked up and there was this maple leaf in mid-air, but it wasn't falling it was kind of.. not really hovering, more just like floating on the wind, it looked like it was dancing a bit. (I think that might sound kind of stupid but it was).


Oh, and floating just made me remember.
I REALLY hope there's a place like the mountains between my house and in Santee area.

Because I'm really hopeful that we'll be able to fly in heaven.


And that would be one of my favorite places in the world to fly.

With the sun out and everything..


Anyways I think God waving just now was to tell me to cheer up and stop being mopey.


But Sunday afternoons still just suck for me. Really bad.


(I've noticed I mainly use this blog for ranting.. But this is my outlet, if you can find me a better one, go for it)



Another thing I want to rant about, is like...

I really like using my imagination.
I really do.

So yesterday when my friends are like "hey we should be superheroes" and we start talking about what our powers would be, our codenames, everything, I was really excited.

I really really really love superheroes, I just do. The x-men, spiderman, fantastic four, I love it.


But now it just kind of seems like something we did yesterday, and moving on.

The things I really like don't seem to catch on.
Some of the things I like do.
But not like really really like.

This kind of stuff makes me want a girlfriend.
Someone who'd be able to read me well.


But the only person I like is unavailable.
















I want to go flying.



Bad.