emma and ruthie

Here's a pic of the little girls I've been babysitting for this week. Awww...
Today was awesome. I watch the blonde while her mom is in class and so we sit on the porch and you can hear the music and it's on Duke campus so it's pretty and you can see the dancers going and the little girls playing and your outside... it was some good living. I met someone from Amsterdam today with his little girl and someone from Italy. I'm gonna take class on Monday. yay.

I could live off of peace

Soooo... here I am sitting in front of my comp, wet and chlorinated and full of milkshake. and actually in a good mood. I've been kind of sad for the past since sunday. Signey is awesome. and so is Callie. And so are all of you, and my whirlwinds and yeah... I finally got some peace back today. You don't know how much I've missed being at peace. Shalom.

So... the whole war cry deal. It was amazing. It was so fun to be around hundreds of Christians. To be able talk during the day about God and it not be an awkward subject. To meet ppl from different churches and get to know them and get to know about God thru them. I miss some of them though. That is kind of sad. And my Johnsons are leaving in 8 days to Romania. That's sad. So, in war cry there are two words that I remind myself when things aren't going well. Yeild and spirit. (well, filled with the holy spirit, but something like that). So before WC I was all hunky-dory going along thinking life was good if not great. The I happen along God. And he shows me things inside myself that I'd succeeded in hiding from myself. And I'm still working on that. there is a lot of pain inside that I knew was there, but pushed aside for lack of something better to do. And I learned it was ok to cry. For me it was like another beginning. Let me just say that Brandon Palmer is the coolest dude ever. He is a pastor somewhere, but I was in his workshop and any time he saw me he'd go, Hey Kim. His wife's cool too.

Now I'm tired. I want to recover my sleep or not be so exhausted or something. So what I learned at war cry was good, but this week I've felt like crap the entire time and havn't really talked to anyone much, but today I rediscovered peace and how good that is.
John 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world does. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
All the yeilding and speaking in tongues didn't help me till I remembered that. Now I have two parkwook Piranhas tatoos on me. one on my ankle and one on my forearm. I'm not meant to be a swimmer. That's all I'm saying. Me and Signey are the heat 2 thrillers! booyeah.
why is the word father depressing? why do the initials of my dads disease and the state I'm going to college in have to be MS? Why can I feel so low after such a high with Jesus on the mountain top? Will my countless questions ever be answered? oh well.
I know that I know that I know that God is good and he loves me and he only does what is right and he has splendiferous plans for me and that I'm going to have joy in my life so intense that I can't stand any more. While I'm alive. I know it. So I can just sit here and learn and be ppl's friend and wait until I get to shine joy. And I know that I will go through horribly hard times that I can't imagine, but ya know... thats ok. It's ok b/c I'll have God on my side and I plan on hearing well done up in heaven. And ya know what? heaven rocks, and if I was just a little less well in the head, I'd think suicide would be pretty nice b/c then you get to see God. But, that would be a bad idea. no well done, messed up family members back here, no fulfilling my awesome destiny where I'm gonna be a great mother. So hey, I got stuff to look forward to. and now I'm in a really grand mood.
Just grand.

I'm fried

Wow.... am I ever sunburned. you can see a distinct outline of where my suit was. Anyways, I have finally figured out how to get pics although it is still a rather annoying process. I'm actually not going to bother at present, but later I'll make a new blog to put all my pics on. Copying George the great. Oh well... there was something that I was just about to write down, but it just slipped my mind.

oh yeah! I got a $1000 scholarship for college!!! yay. always nice and good and helpful and happy. It's from the National MS society. Anyhow I found out about that today.
So now the big hullabaloo in my life will be about War Cry and all that stuff. I'm in both of the dances that are going to happen. It's kind of a an easy way to make some friends. It's not hard b/c I'm a good dancer. IT's so weird... in the normal world I feel like a great dancer, but I don't want to brag or anything, b/c I know this one kid at swimming who brags all the time and I just want to tell him to get over himself and chill out and maybe even smack him once or twice. So I don't want to be overly proud or anything. But sometimes all I want to do is dance around and show off. I even do it on occasion. But when I'm around other dancers (especially the ones at Raleigh) I feel like a mediocre/ ok dancer and always see things I wish I could do better. It's very strange. I really wonder how it will be at college. If I'll be one of the better dancers or not. There better be at least a few dancers who are better than me. I'm sure there will though. I wonder about it all. And it's one thing that I don't talk about much with you kids b/c you don't have any similar experience. Maybe some girls have taken dance, but most havn't taken much and ya know how it goes. So that brings me to that whole thing about marrying a dancer. It would be kind of nice, b/c he'd understand and have similar experiences and you could dance together. (it is fun to partner and be lifted around and stuff) but it might just be too weird. And there are not that many dancers around who aren't gay and even fewer who are christian. So you can bet I'm not holding my breath. Anyways... not sure exactly why I said that. see most of you tomorrow.

I'm sunburned.... well fried actually.

~* Everybody's got a waterbuffalo*~

I'm surrounded with the noises of artificial gunfire and of boys discussing the said gunfire and other weapon/war related topics. Such as "I don't think they're really letting you hit your own guys" or "that was painful." But here am I, sitting at this wonderful computer that isn't slow and works wonderfully, and as a result, is not in the Holloway household.

Over back at my house, I don't even know if it could be called a house b/c the inside does not particularly resemble the house I once knew and lived in. The living room furniture and carpet was outside in the front when we left and everything from the boys and Katherine's room was transferred to my small and now very full bedroom that was so beautifully clean just a few hours ago. One of the carpet mover and putter inner ppl is hilarious. He's hispanic and doesn't speak perfect english. He picked up this quarter and was like oooh I found some money. so he gave it to me and was like go get yourself some lunch. It was quite a generous offer. He also liked these plastic glasses that looked retarded. he was like, oooh, now I can see better. Mom tried to give them to him, but he apparently didn't need them that badly.

So.... I now have a digital camera which is absolutely wonderful, but I can't hook it up to the comp. I tried for hours and followed all the directions. Oh well. Matt K is coming over tonight I think to try and fix it. Then I 'll put pics on my blog. How wonderful. ALso I had a lovely time at my party. Many ppl came and we all hung out and yeah, hung out. I had fun though. After all the grace ppl left we played speed scrable or whatever and i even won once. then mom showed the Harrises and Barrows our stupid music video that we made this year with the Ritches(our friends from VA). It is always slightly emabarrassing, but it wasn't too bad. I was nice to see Cally Harris. Hadn't seen her for awhile.

It seems like everyone is reminesing about their life. It's the time of year to do it. Especially seniors. It's so weird to think about all the people I'll never see again. It's sad. It's even more sad that youth group is over, but that won't be too sad until after War Cry. Oh well, I'm tired of typing now. Off I go...

I love to swim...

I have been at the pool every day this week except Wed. I got up to go to a meet this morning at 6:30 in the dang morning. Oh that was not fun. The meet was fun though and I might have even gotten third in one or two things. Who knows. Do you know how cold the water can be in early June when it's 8:00 in the morning and raining? Well... cold.

My graduation party is tonight and I hope it goes well and that all of you and lots of other ppl come and have fun. And I hope I can maybe get my digital camera today. That would be bliss. I've eaten a TON recently and I'm so full. I woke up this morning full. thats so sad. And for lunch we all went to Cici's pizza after the meet and ate a whole lot of pizza. the cinnamon rolls were awesome. Signey ate 10. hehe.

I havn't danced in so long. It strange. I was thinking about going to Orlando for 2 weeks to dance b/c I got a scholarship, but room and board for 2 weeks was $1000 and I didn't really want to go and the lady never called me back, so thats not going to happen. Nope, nope, nope. And I'm going to babysit my dance teacher's kids (the modern hippyish one who's really nice) this summer and make some money. Money is always good. I'm gonna go beg mom to come with me to Best Buy now and hopefully get a camera. I'm so excited! anyways... bye, have a good weekend, and goodbye Joanna. Have fun. I wanna go to England!!!!