Best Buy, how I love you...let ne count the ways.

Appearntly I love you in 349 different ways. Or I should say: I love m soon to be laptop in 349 ways.

I'm excited. :)

( sorry about the short post, I'm on my iPod. Dude, I'm sounding spoiled. XD just so you know, I'm usig my hard earned money on these things. Lol)

Grey.

Good Times...

"Sunburn hurts, Cymbalta sure as hell can't help." 

I love good friends and good times. 

Don't you? 

Love. God. Everything Good.

I love my friends. I love them so much. My only fear is that they don't love me back, that I'm just a space filler for them.


I guess I should tell you, I have this trust issue. (I know, I know, just about everyone does.) But, up till recently, my ability to trust was so terrible...I didn't even believe my family loved me. When I was only ten, I came to the conclusion that God didn't actually loved me, but tolerated me.


Now?
No need to fear, I know God loves me. I still might have my doubts everywhere else, but no one, not even that little voice in the back of my head, can tell me that my almighty, powerful God doesn't love me. Where I was tortured for years has been healed and it feels so good. I haven't realized that till now, nearly two years after I finally realized that God gave every little thing for me.


I owe everything to him. I think we all do.
So, whenever you feel like no one, not even God can love you, remember that if God can love me...he can love you. 1 John 4: 7-21 says:

" Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. ⁸ Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. ⁹ This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. ¹⁰ This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. ¹¹ Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. ¹² No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. ¹³ This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. ¹⁴ And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. ¹⁵ If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. ¹⁶ And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.
   God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. ¹⁷ This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. ¹⁸ There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
 ¹⁹ We love because he first loved us. ²⁰ Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. ²¹ And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister."

God is love, people! How could he not love is?Isn't it amazing, to think that even if the whole world hated, loathed,  and every other word for hate, God will always love us. And, if I have God's love...that's enough. That's more than enough. 

I wish my love for God was enough of a return, because nothing replace the overflowing love from God. Nothing. I can't say it enough...nothing. 

God freakin' loves you. 

Grey 


**Edit: Sorry about the text changing. Blogger won't let me change it.**

4:00 Blues, That Summer Soothes

I woke up at 4 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. To keep things simple: that sucks.

Anyway, I won't go on complaining because I do that too much and that is defiantly not the way to be positive, right? I'm going to move on to something more exciting...

I FINALLY get to go swimming today. Okay, I've been to the lake several times already with family and friends, but this will be the first dip into a pool of chlorine (BLECH) filled water. Why is this so important? Well, it isn't, but I'm excited because the weather is hot and the water is cold. :D And, I actually like my bathing suit. I've had it for a couple years and I still love it. I got it from Lime Ricki. Mix this and this together and you've got my bathing suit. I only got the tankini top and it has the build of the first link and the pattern of the second one. If I had pictures, I'd show you, but I'm too lazy. ;]

Anyway, I really like it and it's lasted me this long. Nothing usually last me more than a year, especially flip flops. I romp around too much for things to actually last. What can I say, I'm a tomboy (for the most part.).

I would wear a bikini if I was allowed, wasn't afraid it would come off while swimming, and if it looked good on me. Oh, and I'd only wear them around my girl-friends. I doubt any guy would want to see THAT much of me. xD

I'll stop rambling now. I'm just happy summer is here. Not because I'm out of school, no. I'm homeschooled, so I'm stuck with school year round mostly.

It's because I freakin' love summer. It's the best time of the year. It's hot, not cold. It's bright, not dark and gloomy. It means more ice cream, not hot cocoa (although I love hot cocoa.)

I <3 summer, yes I do. What about you? ;]

Grey

Getting So Close

Everyday it seems like I'm getting a step closer to my dream.

Wow. Just...wow. That was so cheesy. Anyway, it's true. I feel like things are slowly progressing forward in the dance world and now it's time to focus, zone in like some animal on it's prey. Good Lord, I got to stop this sappy stuff. What is happening to me?

Let me re-start this in a less sap filled way:

HOLY FREAKIN' COW, THINGS ARE LOOKING UP.
Better? That's good. So, to explain, nothing major has happened. I just feel like God is giving me directions, you know? Not like he dropped a huge sign with the words, "DANCE, GABRI (Yes, that's my name. No laughing. Short for Gabriella), DANCE.". But I think he's giving me gentle nudges in certain ways. I think. I hope. I PRAY.

Today, my mom made me promise to try and practice dance every day. I know it's going to be hard to do, but I feel like I have to in order to do what I want. I mean, it's a no-brainer. Work=pay. So, maybe my work will pay off just like I want it to. Or, maybe God has different plans and is going to sock it to me in the end. Who knows? Sadly, I don't. I guess that's part of the quest.

Well, excuse me while I mourn over the fact that our T.V (or something like that) is messed up and I can't watch America's Got Talent tonight. Such a hard life.

;]

Grey

Obsessions

I'm currently obsessed with...

Arms by Christina Perri 

My iPod

Junk Food 

Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

Blogging

Julian Smith

Working Out/ Jogging (which I have yet to do...)

Netflix Instant

Yeah, that's about it. 

I have strange obsessions....

Dance...

I love to dance.
I wish I was the best dancer out there. Sadly, I'm not.

I've only been dancing since I was around twelve or thirteen. I took dance one year, had to stop because we couldn't afford it, then danced again. This will be my fourth year of dance. I feel like I'm terrible, but people say I'm not that bad. I'm not sure exactly what to think though.

I would love to be a dancer. But I don't think I have what it takes. Obviously my confidence is pretty low, which doesn't help me much...at all.

I don't know. I know girls who are amazing, I mean AH-MAZE-ING, dancers and I almost hate them for it. They've got my dream in my hands. I've always loved to dance. I use to think it was too girly (Yes, I was a girl who didn't want to be a girl. I had too many brothers...what can I say?). But I danced a lot anyway. I remember playing the music from movies (like "Best Days Of Our Lives" by Baha Men on Shrek) and dancing in the living room. I didn't know it, but I freakin' loved to dance.

I never realized that till I was around twelve. I remember sitting in the car one day with my mom and randomly saying, "I think I want to try dancing." I had already tried cheerleading because a friend of mine had wanted to. Just so you know; all stereotypes about cheerlearders are TRUE.

Anyway, I started off at this dance studio in our small little town. I could only take one class because we couldn't afford any more than that. I loved it. I only had one dance in the recital, but I was so happy. I had never done anything like it before and was so excited that I actually got up and danced in front of people. I mean, I'm afraid to speak in front of people.

I was crushed when my mom said I couldn't do dance again the next year, it cost too much. I would literally sit and cry in my room over it at least once a month. And, if you know me, I hate crying. At school that year, a fellow class mate was handing out sign up sheets for their ball-room studio. I clung to that thing. The whole school year I kept it in my dresser and would cry over it. After two months it was tear stained, ink smeared. It sucked.

Luckily, we found another dance studio we could afford and I adore it. My dance teacher is old, funky and a ball of energy and I love her. Over the past two years, I've had some major ups and downs. Just a few months ago, I got so frustrated with my dancing that I was thinking about quitting it. I didn't. Why? Because I love it too much.

I love dance.

That's why I want to be the best at it. But...can I be? I don't know. I feel like I can't be. In fact, I feel like I can't even dance.

Sigh.
>insert sad face<
I feel so dramatic right now. But I just had to vent and I made this blog to full out vent on.

XD

Okay, I'll stop now.
Grey. :]