The only certainty is bad grammar

1. The camera on my Droid X is 8 mega pixles and I’m not going to lie, it’s too good. Dudes, I do not need to see EVERY blemish on my face when I snap a photo of myself in front of the mirror. Those are supposed to be the most flattering pictures of all.

2. Speaking of my Droid, I just spent the last like 40 minutes trying to upload photos onto my computer from it. And I don’t know if it’s my computer, the phone or the usb cord, but dang I just cannot get it all to work. :: Droid sigh ::

3. I dressed up as a Ladybug for Halloween Sunday, because in paragraph 7, clause 8 of my non-existent youth director contract, it states that anytime the holiday falls on a Sunday, I must dress up in some sort of non-witchcraft, non-slutty costume and look totally serious when I take communion while wearing antennas. I have the cutest pair of red heels you ever saw in your life, so I thought the red and black insect was the way to go. Then, a man came up and said, ‘You make a lovely moth.” #fail.

4. Are you going to vote tomorrow? You should. Ya, ya, all the candidates are jerk-face lameos, and sure, most politicians plan to drive our country into the ground with their policies, but I’m going to vote anyway, and you should to! What’s that? You don’t know who any of the candidates are? Well, lucky for you God created the Internet, and then he gave you 24 more hours to figure it out. YAY!

5. In an effort to burn vacation time before Dec. 31, I’ve randomly had a slew of days off work. It’s been awesome. Mostly, I just slept, watched the history channel and slept, but it was the most fun this girl has had in a long time.

6. Fine, I was a little bored. I like stress, all right. I like functioning on deadlines and coffee. But I’m sure all this sleep is going to come in handy as I start on a string of working 9 days in a row.

7. Youth group work is going awesome! When things are good there’s never much to say about them. But I want you, God, and the Internet to know that I’m happy right now with church, that I’m thankful things are progressing, and that the praise band has really grown on me.

8. Speaking of church, we just started a 5 p.m. service on Sunday nights, and you should come! Also, I’ve started a high school group at 6:30 p.m. on Sunday nights. (You should come to that if you’re in high school). Find more information at our wonderful website.

9. I’m glad the Bears had the week off because as of late they seem to suck and whatnot. I’m hoping a solid week of bye will help Culter figure out how to throw to our team.

10. I’ve started praying more. Like before, I used to only really pray at night and when I was getting in trouble, but now I’ve started praying before meals and during the day when things are going well, and so, well, if you were so kind as to read all ten of these, I’d love to pray for you! For serious. Feel free to leave a comment here with a request or shoot me an e-mail at cs.lindell@gmail.com if you’re more into the private prayer thing. And yes, I’m serious. God Bless.

The first night I met Donell I made out with him in a closet. (I was a classy 16-year-old like that). So, it’s somehow poetic that first perfect anything we spent together ended without so much as a kiss on the cheek.

I like to tell people that I went to prom with Donell because I feel like it makes things more legit. I mean, we really did go to my senior prom together, and it seems like normal people stay in touch with their old prom dates, right?

Sure, prom was awful. I’m sorry Donell, if you’re reading this and you remember it differently. But for me, the highlights included you ignoring me, my dress ripping and an exhausting night of me trying to figure out how to fix things.

Actually, I wouldn’t really be surprised if Donell didn’t even remember going to prom with me. He’s lived a lot of life since then. He’s gotten his crap together, I think.

He lives in Louisiana now, and works a really important job, where as far I can tell he’s found financial security, something both of us lacked growing up. He’s found God, and priorities and maturity.

He’s in town this week, and so we spent yesterday afternoon together. Strolling around downtown Naperville, looking through bookstores, and eating deep dish pizzas. Then, he drove me home in his little black convertible while the perfect amount of wind filled the air and Christian rock played on the radio. I’ll give the boy one thing, he knows the way to my heart.

And really, it was a perfect and lovely afternoon. He didn’t ignore me, none of my clothes ripped, and instead of feeling exhausted afterward, I was refreshed.

I kind of fell for him again. You know?

And when he was leaving, I was hoping to head into a closet somewhere, but all he did was give me a hug good-bye. A real hug. The kind of hug that shows you’re really friends with someone. The kind of hug that lasts five minutes. The kind of hug that’s worth more than a thousand cheap kisses in any closet anywhere.

And it was perfect.