Yesterday's church service seemed quite long. I couldn't tell if it was because there were no handouts to fill in or if Pastor Bryan was just telling non-vital and irrelevant information throughout the message. Whatever it was, I found myself snacking on Sour Patch Kids to pass the time. (I should inform you that I was eating candy in a "No Food" sanctuary. I'm such a rebel, I know.) After the service, I caught up with one of my good friends named Justin. We just filled each other in on what's been happening in both of our lives. Nothing really noteworthy, but it was nice to just catch up with someone who's really important to you.
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| The most recent picture of Drummer Boy & I, taken on Easter |
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If there's one thing that I hate [more than girls who are bandwagon fans of One Direction (yes that makes me mad--don't judge)], it's when people flake out on you. Come on reader, you know what I'm talking about. If not, here is a scenario to help you better understand:
Your So-Called Friend: "Hey, let's hang out tomorrow!"
You: "Yeah! What shall we do?"
-insert arrangement of plans here-
Your So-Called Friend: "It's set! I'll pick you up tomorrow!"
on the day of the aforementioned plans:
You (via text): "Still hanging out today?"
-insert hours of waiting for a response, yet nothing arrives, therefore canceling your plans-
Unfortunately, the scenario above happened to me yesterday. My "friend" thought giving me an excuse would work, but that has happened too many times to accept again. So what did I do in response, you may ask? I went over to his house and gave him a piece of my mind. No, I'm just joking. I didn't have the balls (nor a ride to his place) to tell him off. Instead, I sugarcoated things and said, "That's fine, it's totally okay!" Typical girl response, I know. But he took it! Girls: 1, Boys: 0.
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But one boy who never fails to disappoint me is Isaac. With us both being 17, we decided on an impromptu date to go watch Ted. And if there's one "cool" thing about being 17, it's the fact that you can watch R-rated movies without needing a parent present. Yes, we felt pretty badass watching an R-rated movie on our own. Okay, maybe only I did, but hey, that's the one thing to really look forward to when you're seventeen years old. That, and the fact that it's only one year until your eighteenth birthday. But that's another story.
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| Here is a picture of my first R-rated movie ticket that I know you would all love to see |
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With happiness and laughter in tow after the movie, the ride home was pretty enjoyable. However, my mood was soon brought down after watching videos/pictures of One Direction's last concert of the Up All Night Tour. My heart pretty much broke. Not literally (obviously), but enough to make it feel like it was being cracked down the middle. My boys are going back home! And if that wasn't enough, so many emotions overwhelmed me, and the crying session ensued. 'The boys that I've watched online for two years just finished their first headlining tour in the US!' 'I have to wait a whole year to see them again!' 'Why wasn't I at the last concert all the way in Fort Lauderdale?!' These were all statements that ran through my head. I'm. Still. In. Shock. I should probably stop talking about it before I cry again. Yes, Katelyn, that has been your smartest idea all day.
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| My fangirl heart exploded upon viewing this sentimental photograph |
Until Next Time,
Katelyn