buh.
how do I start explaining a summer like this?
Okay. I'll start at the beginning.
So, the first weekend after we got out of school, I went to West Palm Beach for the assistants meeting, which was, as I remember it, really awesome. Before I walked in to the institute, I remember being upset about something, but studying the Five Year Plan for like 6 hours totally changed that, and all those little petty things that had been bothering me, suddenly vanished and weren't important. I hung out at the Cornwells and started reading comic books. the next day me and andy and justin went to islands of adventure and met layla and mike there....that was pretty fun. Then Justin and Andy came and hung out at my house the next day for my birthday. Then they departed. ANd that was the last time i saw mr. justin rosenberg and now missiles and rockets are flying at him and trying to kill him, but I'm quite certain I'll be seeing him again. He's pretty much protected with this mad crazy shield, made up of prayers from around the world and also...God's will. boooyaaaaaaaa!
Then my parents and lil bro left for Utah and I spent a week and a half at Vahid and Shirin's house. That was lovely and may possibly pass as my most lovely part of the summer....not the BEst.....the most lovely.
then i got andy to come and visit for a couple days before I went to Miami....that was also lovely. We saw the Break Up (haha..thats kinda funny huh) and NACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Libre which I'm definitly planning on buying on DVD as soon as it comes out so i can learn all the words. Then we went to Miami. The drive down, as I remember it, was also pretty nice, even if I was in this wierd bobo mood (i'm really sorry for that by the way). The tae kwon do tournement went really well. I saw the video of the demonstration yesterday. The dance is a little scary and really embarrassing but the video makes it look not as embarrassing. Then Vahid got a concussion when he was sparring which was really scary. He couldn't remember his name or how old he was or where he lived for like an hour. If I had gotten kicked in the head like that, I probably
woulda died. It's probably a sign that I should NEVER SPAR, which sucks becasue I love sparring. Anyway, vahid was fine after a while. We went to dinner later with the Deans and Cocoa's and Smiths and one Cornwell.
And Dang....this is only like a quarter of my summer so far. this is taking too long.
So then I went to Utah with my family and saw some cool landscapes and went whitewater rafting and didnt take a shower for a long time wich was reallly BOBO but i survived.. We went camping in Colorado too. I love the mountains but i have this phobia for them because of the accident we had.
So finally at the end of June I was home for like two days which were really nice and relaxing. I spent some good quality time with fat cat. She missed me a lot this summer.
Then I went to summer school. ON the way i had lunch with my cousins who just moved to switzerland.
Then. yeah. I went to summer school. The adult workshops were really good, but summer school as a whole was a big let down.
This is basically the turning point in my summer. While the rest of my summer was in general full of anxieties and insecurities and definitly not LOVELY at all, it was definitly the most fruitfull. My understanding of my purpose at this point of my life is much clearer, but I'm still trying to figure out how to control those anxieties and insecurities. I'm trying to figure out what I could have done to prevent those feelings from coming out. I mean. This part of my summer was good, because I prayed. A LOT! and I basically did those two things (teaching and praying) which are the only things i really need to worry about, because God does the rest. Both of those are things I wasn't doing much of in June. It's kinda like, while June was lovely, I was receiving more love from God in July, which made me grow more than I have in a really long time.
and what could prepare me more than growth for my senior year?
Now I seem to have come to a point where praying is difficult. I've said the Tablet of Ahmad so many times that now when I say it it's hard to say it with the sincerity with which it demands, and it's like that for almost any other prayer too. I mean, you can't just take a break from praying. you can't be FULL of prayers. but that's how i feel. and NOW is when I need prayers more than ever.
so ...i've gotta figure out a way to end this entry. Because it's really long. Probably no one is even gonna read it because its so long.
But...yeah. I'm gonna go to the beach with Layla today. that should be festive.
I hope everyone else had a wonderful summer....okay this ending stinks. Sorry.
Im out.
Peace IN THE MIDDLE eAST
and everywhere
O HEEDLESS ONES!
Think not the secrets of hearts are hidden, nay, know ye of a certainty that in clear characters they are engraved and are openly manifest in the holy Presence.