Taking a Moment

Coming off the Jesus high from Synod is always hard. You go from "Yeah! Life is awesome! I'm gonna read my bible every day and go to Africa and feed the poor and spread the word and maybe become a pastor!" to "Ugh. I don't want to wake up. Where is my coffee?" in 1.9 seconds flat. It's quite a fall.  I mean, lets be honest, I can't do anything for more than a week in a row (see the irregularity with which I blog), I'm going to college in three weeks so getting to Africa may be difficult, and, let's be honest, I would probably be a horrible pastor.

So I devised a plan. I am going to try my hardest (and maybe this will actually happen because it requires almost no effort) to see God in one random thing a day. Sunday, for example, it was in Tina, when she brought my brother a trampoline she found in her garage. Yesterday, in my drive home from taking my mom to work, and today, in my lovely dinner-party-planning friends. 

My mission is not to go "find God" everyday, but to recognize Him in the things that are already in my everyday life, whether it's a beautiful day, a butterfly, or a well placed cup of coffee.

On a completely unrelated note, HEALTH FORMS SUCK AND ARE STUPID. 

Love, 

             Skylar

P.S. I have continued my run of amazing roommates at Synod, this year I had Anna, who is essentially exactly like me. Like really. But healthier. I want to grow up and be her...

What I haven't posted about

So I haven't posted in a week. Why? Because I've been busy!!! So here is your update on my life:

Friday: Saw Brave. It was super adorable. Also went to Chickfila. It was super delicious. William, I appreciate your life.

Saturday: Registered for classes!!! I got all the classes I wanted and all the times I wanted and it makes my life super happy. I also got my hair done, and there is nothing better than someone else washing your hair for you. Then I went fishing with my Daddy, which I enjoyed very much.

Sunday: Went to church and such. Got to see Daniel's lovely sign, though I am upset that I won't be here for his Eagle ceremony. Some things just don't work out, no matter how hard you try. Oh! And I went to Frilly's and had delicious fried sea food. Makes my life awesome.

Monday: I went to a funeral for a friend's grandmother.

Tuesday: I went to the dentist. Mark your calendars for August 10th, that's when the wisdom teeth come out.

Wednesday: I successfully put the interior door panel back on!! It was a shining moment in my life. I even understand what's broken on the door!

Thursday: I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except go to VBS and play with the kids. But that was it. It was awesome.

Friday!!! Today I dyed my hair pink. Like PINK. It's kinda a magenta color. I also got to have lunch with my mom and grandmother, I love those people. And I have a cake to make because it's CRYSTINA RENTERIA'S EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY!!!! YAY YOU MADE IT TO ADULTHOOD!!!

Well there's your update on my life. Next week I go to Synod!! Super excited. Tina, I expect cupcakes when I get back. Love y'all!

"An' I can't stan' 'em!"

Tonight I had the glorious experience of seeing Singin' In the Rain in theaters.

It was amazing.

I've always loved this movie; it's my favorite musical. Something about the look on Gene Kelly's and Donald O'Connor's faces when they're dancing in "Moses Supposes", or the way that Debbie Reynold's   hint of a Texas accent comes out when she sings, or the way that Gene Hagen manages to be beautiful and painfully annoying all at the same time, or Cyd Charisse's ridiculously long legs (thats her in the picture with the hat on her foot) just makes me happy. This movie was a bunch of people who were not only extremely talented, but they loved what they did. Any time that Gene Kelly dances he's smiling, and not that "they told me to smile so I'm smiling but since I'm an actor so it's almost but not quite convincing" smile. It was a "wow I love to dance" smile.

Watching people do things they're good at has always been something I enjoyed, as weird as that sounds. That's probably why I've surrounded myself with talented people. Whether it's my dad painting, any of my friends acting, Jackson playing guitar, Crystina getting a whole group of people organized, Daniel playing drums, Will building things (whether or not Tina and I approve), Anna doodling, (I would say Ariel writing, but I haven't ever actually witnessed it), or Maggie crafting things you wouldn't expect, I find it fascinating. 

That's why I love this movie. It's like they found a bunch of people who were really talented, and built a movie around them. I mean, they brought Cyd Charisse in just so she could dance in one scene. She doesn't even have a line or a name, but everyone knew that she and Gene Kelly would dance beautifully together. And they did. 

Accomplishment?

I started packing today, and I learned a few things.

Firstly, I have a ton of shoes.

Secondly, I don't know how to pack them.

Thirdly, I don't know which ones to pack.

Fourthly, I don't know what else I need to pack.

Any answers to any of these questions, beautiful people?



My shoe pile.

GOOD THINGS!!!!

So I got my AP scores today.

I failed AB Calculus epically. Like really. I got a 1.

BUT. I did pretty well on the other 3 that I took.

That is all. Love y'all!

The Best Country Song Ever

So a couple days ago I got this song stuck in my head. It's still there. 
You Never Even Called Me by My Name     By: David Allen Coe

Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryingSometimes it seems so useless to remainBut you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'You never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon JenningsAnd you don't have to call me Charlie PrideAnd you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymoreOr even though you're on my fightin' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let meAnd I never minded standin' in the rainBut you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book(Hello, hello)And I've seen it on signs where I've playedBut the only time I know I'll hear David Allan CoeIs when Jesus has his final Judgment Day
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let meAnd I never minded standin' in the rainBut you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'You never even called me by my name
 (Spoken) Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that songAnd he told me it was the perfect country and western songI wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not thePerfect country and western song because he hadn't saidAnything at all about momma or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to this songAnd he sent it to me andAfter reading it I realized that my friend had written thePerfect country and western songAnd I felt obliged to include it on this albumThe last verse goes like this here
Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prisonAnd I went to pick her up in the rainBut before I could get to the station in the pick-up truckShe got runned over by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let meAnd I never minded standin' in the rainAnd you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'You never even called me, well I wondered why you don't call me?Why don't you ever call me by my name?






It's songs like this that will always remind me of riding in the car with my dad. They're old. They're country. And sometimes, they get ridiculous (look up Pissin' in the Wind), but to me it'll always be traveling music. So when I get in the car, and I turn up music that makes you cringe, deal with it, because otherwise we may get in a wreck.

SUCCESS

Apparently GW got my lovely letter from yesterday because MY FINANCIAL AID IS UP!!!

Next step: Covering the difference between tuition/room and board and my aid. Hopefully the process of taking out loans and whatnot won't be too painful or scarring.

I mean, thousands of kids go into debt every semester for their education, right? And they don't die. So maybe it isn't too horrible.

The real problem is that I worry about money. I don't know why. It's not like I've ever gone hungry, or not been provided for, or that my parents are horribly irresponsible, it's just always been something that I worry about.

One of few things, mind you.

I mean, the idea of going into debt for my education scares the crap out of me, so much so that it's hard for me to realize how much money in scholarships I earned.

Because really, I got a crapload of money.

I guess this is just the final realization that I'm an adult now.

I probably shouldn't stress about it. It is what it is. It's not like I'm suddenly going to change my mind and not go to college.

Until this is all figured out (and paid for), all I can do is learn about financial responsibility (but really just do what my mom says) and pray for my anxiety to be replaced with excitement.

I mean, come on, I'm going to college in Washington DC. Life can't be that bad.

Paying for college

DEAR GW FINAID: 

PLEASE MAKE THIS EASIER. 

<3 Skylar

Stuff I Should Tell You About

Okay, so I got back from Washington, DC Monday night, and have been way to tired to post since then. So here you go:

ON THE WAY TO DC:

I sat next to this old bald guy who slept the entire time. He had the window seat. IF YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP, YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE THE WINDOW SEAT. Also, he had the Hunger Games with him. Really? The Hunger Games?? Whatever.

Apparently my mother and I also attract storms, because with our arrival in Washington came the storm of the century. Of course, we didn't think it was that bad because there wasn't baseball sized hail or tornadoes, but some of the DC area is still without power, and a few people were killed by falling trees.

Please keep these people in your thoughts and prayers.

IN ARLINGTON:

My mom and I stayed at a swanky hotel. Like really. It was ridiculous.

AT GW:

First, I am in love with this school. Like really. I love the city, I love the campus (both of them), I love the cupcake trucks, I love everything.

Except for the stuff they call "cornbread". It's actually corn flavored cake. Not cool.

I met some awesome people, my super cool future roommate (who shares my love of tea and Dr. Pepper), a blonde Jew from New Jersey (who was a theatre kid, so I won't be too homesick), and a fellow wannabe Archaeologist (who understands my obsession with old stuff). Love y'all.

YESTERDAY:

So Tina and I went to see Magic Mike yesterday. It wasn't too bad. But the amazing part happened later.

After finally deciding to go to sonic, Tina and I are sitting in my car talking like we always do, and these two guys sit down at one of the tables. We both glance up at them because no one ever sits at those tables, and they apparently interpret this as a "heyyouactuallyhaveashotwithus".

It was a misinterpretation.

So these two guys are waving at us and motioning for us to come sit with them. And Tina and I are laughing at them and shaking our heads, and they don't seem to understand. So in order to get our point across, we leave, waving and smiling as we drive away.

I think they finally understood that we weren't interested.

So any of you guys that think you can pick up girls at sonic, you can't. Quit trying. You really just seem pathetic. And I'm still laughing at you.

Hopefully now I can get back into posting regularly. Maybe. Love all y'all.