A look into my mind.

Wow. I just realized I haven't written in awhile. And in that while, a lot has happened, haha.

Well, I'll start out at the beginning of Christmas break. I had about a month and a half of break, and it was freaking wonderful! I did a lot of lounging around and a whole lot of nothing. But hey, that's alright with me. My Christmas was spent stuck inside my house because mother nature decided to snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and...well,  you get the point! My best friend in the whole entire world; Christa, spent a majority of the break with me at my dad's house. We had a blast! A few days after Christmas, Christa and I went to this church camp kind of deal called Chrysalis. It was amazing. We were there from Sunday night to Wednesday evening. The days that we were there, I hated it. I wanted to go home. I thought I was just going to go through the motions like I did at Super Summer. I felt like I was wasting my time on this dang place, because I knew once I got back home, I wasn't going to give God any attention, like with what happened after Super Summer. I was going to be on this high and then a few days later, it will be gone. So like I said, I thought I was wasting my time. I was forced to go and my friends wanted me to go with them, so I was like, whatever, maybe it won't be so bad. But those 3 days were kind of torture for me. I saw my friends, but didn't really get to talk to them. I had to be with my "table group" and I thought they were kinda lame and so I just sat there and minded my own business, so that probably gave them the impression that I hated them and I hated it there, and like I said, I did at that point. Chrysalis had it's ups and downs. The times that everyone got together and acted out their skits from the talks that they heard earlier that day was a pretty fun time. There were HILARIOUS skits and ones that were so dumb, you had to laugh. The days kind of repeated themselves after the first night. Once Wednesday rolled around I was so pumped to go home, but on the way home I felt like everyone hated me, I felt like God hated me and I felt like I was being judged for hating Chrysalis. Once I got home (Christa stayed with me) we were laying in my bed just recapping Chrysalis, and I told her how I felt about it and she talked to me and told me that everything was okay. I also talked to my youth leader/friend's mom about everything. (I'll go more into detail about it later)

Okay, so I just got really tired all of a sudden, so I'm gonna hit the hay, but I'll talk more about this later. Peace.