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Name: Hana
Birthday: 3/18/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, music.
Expertise: writing, music. I'm normally and expert in the places I'm interested in after all...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
12/21/2004
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| Yeah, so I'm relocating. More people. Easier on my brain. come find my musing place.
Yeah, I'll be around every so often. Maybe. This isn't going anywhere. To many memories.
Hana
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| Is it well with my soul? Honestly, I don't know. It's been quite some time since Luke died. A month at least. More then that actually. How am I doing? When ever people ask me that, my normal answer now is "pretty decently." And normally, that's no lie. After being thrown into college about two days after Luke died, was rough. Part of me wonders if things would have gone easier if I had been able to take a week and just process. But no, God in his sovereign state, saw that it would be easier for me to be tossed into the life of college. My friends were good and gathered around me. I still can't begin to imagine what Luke's family is going through though. At times, it's hard enough for me not to cry about Luke and what he's getting to experience right now.
Anyway, I've also decided that I'm going to become a figurative nun. It's safer that way. That way my heart will be only my savior's, and I won't need satisfaction from guys. That's what I've been for the past YEARS of my life. I've always thought about what other guys might think of me, "what's he think of me doing this?" "how am I supposed to interpret that?". That is what has always made me miserable. Over-analyzing and misinterpreting everything guys say. I become over eager with the idea that he might like me. I've always been a romantic at heart. So, I'm separating myself from romance, other then in the form of books and movies. Sure, if romance hits me over the head, I won't deny it, but then, I won't go looking for it either.
This and Luke have affected me rather a lot. That's why I haven't been posting, other then the fact that I've been wickedly busy. Also, I'm probably going to do a KB thing and move to blogspot so my posts are rather a bit more secluded. I'll let you know what i decide. If I decide.
Over and out,
Nala.
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| A friend of mine was with his family Saturday, out at the lake, when his little brother threw a frisbee out over the water and he dove to get it. He didn't come up. His little brother had to pull him out. He had dislocated the vertebrae between C2 and C3. Last night he died. He got to see the face of God for the first time. Yes, I miss him. Yes, I'm sad he's gone, but most of all, I want to be where he is. I wish I could see what he's seeing.
If you read this, please pray for his family. Cry out to God for grace, mercy and peace to be granted to them.
~Nala
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| Life goes on like normal. The only strange thing that has happened recently happened on Saturday.
Saturday, I worked. That wasn't normal. I never work Saturdays. People kept commenting on how muggy and humid it was. That meant, to me of course, that it was going to thunder at some point during the day. HURRAH!!! As a lifeguard, I LOVE thunder. (whee!) Well, sure enough, around 3 o'clock, it thundered. Right on cue too, because I had just called break time (ten till every hour), when it thundered, so everyone got out. It kept thundering for the next hour and a half, at least. This put opening time at 4:30. We were pleased with this. For some reason though, at 5:30, one of the lifeguards spots something in the pool that looks like a scrunchy. They asked someone to go and get it for them, but, much to the person's consternation, it turned out to be a turd. And they had stepped in it. So, once again, we got all the people out of the pool. Then, someone found another turd in the indoor baby pool. Whoever had done the deed in the outdoor pool had gone immediately inside, and done it some more in the indoor pool. Both pools were closed. The Y building (with both indoor pools) closed at 5:45 anyway, so that was no hardship, but what was really weird was keeping the outdoor baby pool open until 8 o'clock. There were four lifeguards (me included) left, after everyone got sent home, so we could vacuum the pool and rotate the baby pool. It was surreal to say the least.
That's lifeguarding for you. *shrug*
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| Yes, that's me. Lax. Lax as in, not motivated to do anything interesting. I don't even really want to be awake. I'm not even motivated to be awake!! How awful is that? It's not that I don't have anything to do. Actually, it's almost exactly the opposite. I have lots to be doing. Sort of. I SHOULD be taking a nap. I COULD be figuring out my computer (because I just got a new mac). I could, and DID, figure out how to take pictures on my built in camera. Dude, it's got a built in mic too! I can make youtube videos now! YAY!!!! That's what I SHOULD do, but I'm busy being...inert. And chewing on crushed ice from our new fridge. *loves it* I probably should be trying to write Lee, but I can't seeing as how I've got no microsoft office on here. I will soon enough.
Jill and I are going to Boone for the weekend! Huzzah! *throws tri-cornered cap in the air* *wiggle* three and half hours in the car with Jill!
We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog for this rant on lifeguarding.
Lifeguarding has to be on of the most over looked jobs in the universe. SERIOUSLY!! They have the ultimate patience when dealing with all types of people. They are ever vigilant...most of them. Who's the lifeguard's worst enemy? You might think it is the little kid that runs every single time they come to the pool, without fail. You might think it is the kid who knows how to swim, but pretends they don't just to get some attention. But no! The lifeguard's worst enemy is the parent. Now, as a lifeguard, when sitting in the chair and blowing my whistle at the little kid who's been running, I pull them over after the third offense of the same thing. I then tell them that the next time something like that happens, they'll have to go count holes in the fence, or sit by my side for the next ten minutes, or even worse, they won't be able to ride the slide for ten whole minutes. Then they do it again, and woe betide them. I must punish them. Their parents don't like this for some reason. Do you know, I've had parents actually STEP IN and override my authority. It DRIVES me nuts. And then there are the hypersensative parents who think that every move their kid makes should be watched by the lifeguard on the stand who's also trying to watch 20 other children. ("YOU'RE LETTING MY CHILD DROWN!!!" "WELL, IF YOU WERE RIGHT THERE YOUR CHILD WOULDN'T BE STRUGGLING!") Stupid parents. Let the kid swim! He swims fine! He's doing doggy paddle. Sheesh.
To those of you in the lifeguarding business, I applaud you. May your hard work not go unnoticed.
Over and Out,
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