Oh my goodness.
This post may be long, but trust me, it will have good substance. I just want to start off by saying this semester has been ANYTHING but easy. I have been taking classes that demand a lot from me and those classes aren't even my major classes... they're for general education requirements. I also have been working a job during the week, and it takes 9-14 hours (depending on the week) where I could be taking more time to get ahead, study, or just spend time with myself. I am very blessed to be making money, but at the same time, it is frustrating when I cannot watch one episode of a show of my choosing, write in my journal, or just reflect on my future without thinking about how I have no time to do so. My semester would be less crazy if I didn't have my job, but it is necessary to have if I want to thrive. College is hard. I have had moments where I wondered if this is for me. I find myself breaking down, getting too overwhelmed, and complaining about my hectic schedule more times than I have wanted. When 4/5 of the classes you're taking have nothing to do with what you want to do with your life, it's hard to feel like college is what you're supposed to be doing. I've wondered what it would be like if I just dropped out, did some independent media work, and hoped for the best. Would I be successful? Would I be happy? Most importantly, would it be what God wanted for me? However, there is hope. There is always hope. Even though I have not had as much time to spend with God as I hoped for and had last year when I was a freshman, I have been able to speak to Him. I find that the times I really take advantage of Him are when I am walking to class. I usually put headphones in my ears (to make it look like I may possibly be talking to someone on the phone through the speaker) and talk aloud with God. I pray, but I also speak. I find that the times where I am struggling the most are the times where I have forgotten that He just wants to hear from me. God wants me to just talk to him like a friend, but also wants me to know that He has it all in His hands. The reason I have low points are because I am human, and I try to take things on myself. I obviously cannot do that, and I learn that EVERY TIME I make the mistake thinking that I can. I am not saying I have mastered my faith and I know everything about how a 'good christian' should look. I am not a good christian. Is there even a thing?? Nah. Christianity isn't what a lot of people think it is, despite the publicity media give it. Christianity isn't about a bunch of perfect people who have their lives together pointing at other people telling them they are going to hell because they don't believe in Jesus and because they have sex and say cuss-words. Christianity is a relationship with a loving and jealous God who wants us to love Him and His son because He sent His son to DIE for us. He died because He knows we are messed up. NEWS FLASH: I am just as messed up as anyone who doesn't know God. I try to figure out my faith everyday, and sometimes I spend more time trying to figure it out than other days. But I know that I need Him because I have seen how broken I can be, and I hate my brokenness. I come to Him so I can feel full. Trying to find fulfillment in things other can God is like drinking salt water. No matter how much you drink it, you end up thirstier than before (I read about this in a book we are reading for my small group: Jesus > Religion). What I am trying to say is that I have had a rough semester because I haven't been trusting God. I admit it. I haven't tried to talk to Him a lot about the plan He has for me. It has been hard to trust that He would truly bless me when I am going to be graduating at 21. What is a 21 year old supposed to do in the real world? What does that even look like? I just need to trust him fully, and that takes time and a LOT of prayer. I just ask if you all ever sit down to pray, just say a little prayer for me. And if you don't pray, which is fine, just keep me in your thoughts. This is a crazy time in my life filled with new responsibilities and I am ready to take it on with My God. (ALSO I will NOT be dropping out, don't worry Mom and Dad). GOOD NEWS ABOUT THIS SEMESTER:
Have a blessed day. <3
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The time has come, once again.
All of my boxes are backed to the rim; bulging at the top so they can't be stacked. I tried being organized by putting my shirts with shirts, pants with pants, desk stuff with desk stuff, but some boxes ended up being labeled "...misc." Packing this year was a lot easier than last- I left a lot of things the same way I packed them up when I came back for the summer. I didn't have to buy anything new for my dorm (perks of being a sophomore and having an awesome roommate) and I ended up dropping off a few things at Darren's (SUPER NICE AND AWESOME AND PERFECT) apartment which is just a few minutes from campus to save up some space in the car. With all of this packing nonsense said, I am going back to JMU TOMORROW!! Tomorrow is the beginning of FrOG training: two to three days of nonstop activities, info sessions, icebreakers, etc to help us aid the first years that'll be coming that Tuesday and Wednesday. I am SO pumped for 1787 August Orientation because when I experienced it a year ago, it was by far one of the best parts about my freshman year. To be an Orientation Guide to 15-25 people and impact them is definitely a privilege that I am so thankful JMU has given me! Leaving home is a lot easier than it was last year. For starters, I knew hardly anything about how JMU worked, so leaving for college was very frightening. Another huge impact on my easy transition is that my lovely boyfriend will be attending college with me now! To have him there with me supporting me as we do this college-thing together will make my life so much better. Not only will he be there, but my best friend since middle school, Issi, will be coming in as a first year! After knowing her for 7-8 years, we finally get to attend school together; which will be really new and REALLY awesome. On top of all of that, last year I was able to see my wonderful family a lot (perks of living 40 minutes away). Going into it, I know if I ever get home sick, want to see my pup Delta, or just want a good ol' home-cooked meal, my mother is more than willing to come up and get me, just like last year. Lastly, I get to be reunited with some of the best friends on this earth. Going a whole summer without seeing them has made this moment worth it! So many reassuring factors are making my return to JMU a piece of cake. I am eager to see what God has in store for me this year! This summer has been consumed by working, which in the long run was exactly what it needed to be (thanks college tuition..) but I haven't been able to spend time with God the way I have wanted. I am ready to go back and be surrounded by my Jesus-loving friends and an inspiring and welcoming club we all call InterVarsity to rekindle to flame I have with Jesus that has sadly dimmed over the summer. Overall, this summer has been a rewarding one. It's been filled with hard-work, DIY, endless trips to goodwill and tjmaxx with Darren, and HGTV marathons on the couch. Realizing it's coming to an end is bitter-sweet, but knowing that I am going back to THE university of Virginia for my second year makes all the difference. I am currently in Carrier Library on the third floor (The most quiet and intimidating floor in the library) surrounded by my Spanish text book, an agenda filled with assignments, a beaten up 5-subject notebook, a torn up folder filled with nonsense, and an empty starbucks cup. If this doesn't describe the end of the semester, I don't know what does. This semester has been a roller coaster that was super slow and really steady up until 2 weeks ago when there was a huge drop, a couple of spirals and twists and spins, and me screaming my head off during it all. First, I will tell you all the bad news (saving the best for last). Well, 4 out of 5 of my professors this semester decided that there would be maybe 4 or 5 grades throughout the entire semester, and those grades would be tests. Do you know how much tests suck? Well they suck. A lot. They also suck a lot when you're a person who over-thinks just about everything to ever exist- this makes me not the best test taker. So there's that. Also, all of my professors decided that it was a good idea to assign every possible huge assignment during the last two weeks of the semester, so in the next few weeks I have tests (too many to count), a speech, a sociology project, mandatory events I have to attend, and probably something else that is slipping my mind currently. If you are a senior in high school reading this, I am not trying to scare you, but seriously, college is hard. GREAT- but hard. So that's that. On the other hand, I have SO much to be thankful for. For starters, I was accepted at one of JMU's 300 FROGS! If you go to JMU, you know how awesome those people are. If you are about to be a freshman at JMU, you'll realize you want to become a FROG after your orientation week. If you're someone who doesn't know what I am talking about, this is what it is: JMU is awesome (duh) and has a week for incoming freshman where they can just get to know JMU better before classes start. This involves TONS of fun events, getting familiar with the people that live in your dorm, walking around campus all day, and several other things. I decided to apply to be one of these First Year Orientation Guides because the two women that lead my group around were absolutely amazing. FROGs have a great energy about them and love JMU more than anything, and I want to be able to impact First Years the same way my FROGs did! So after a 2-3 month application process and multiple interviews, I got an email this morning saying I got accepted! I kinda jumped around my room and screamed (sorry guys below me) and called Darren 4 seconds afterwards to tell him about how excited I was. This opportunity alone fills me with so much joy! Out of 900ish people that applied, I was one of the few that were accepted, and I think JMU won't regret giving me this position. Another blessing is that I am truly starting to realize I have a great group of friends here at JMU. Between the beautiful ladies in my dorm, the wonderful people within IV, and the angels in my small group, I have a lot to be thankful for. I have had some of the best moments with them recently. Between crying in room 104, late-night cookout runs after Large Group, and study and dinner dates, I have become extremely attached to these wonderful people. It's apparent that God placed them in my life to make me stronger, more honest, loving, understanding, and happier. Also, Darren will be in Harrisonburg (hopefully attending JMU, TBD) next year (and years after that) so that is AWESOME. Lastly but certainly not the definitive last, I get to go home this weekend and spend it with Alaina, Lauren, Josh, Darren, and Darren's friend. We are planning on exploring God's beautiful creation by hiking on Saturday. I am extremely pumped to just get away from the stress of school and realize how small I am compared to the Creator's creation. So although this post was super long and all over the place, it kinda describes my semester. Also, while writing this, I realized that there is a lot more to be thankful for than to stress about. School is super important, yes, but so is realizing that God is always there for me. In the midst of all of this stress and commotion, one thing always remains the same. This semester is a big deal for me.
Not only is it in my first official semester in college where I actually went in knowing what I was doing, but it is extremely important academically. As some of you may know, I am studying Media Arts and Design here at JMU (commonly known as SMAD; the S standing for 'School'). For the first semester, I was required to take SMAD 101, which was the entry level course for the major. The class was designed to be a difficult lecture class that required a lot of studying, preparation, and endurance. It was extremely fast-paced and challenging. A lot of people here call it a "weeding-out" class because the professors make the material and tests harder than normal so that students will have to try harder to exceed. However, if you ask the professors if that's what the class is, they will tell you know. It's more of a student-lingo ;). Those who care enough about getting in the major will endure through the hard tests and spend endless hours studying a week or two beforehand Those who feel like the class isn't worth it will eventually drop it; in turn, leaving the major. I can speak personally and say that the 101 class was very difficult. It was heavily based on the history of media and was very broad-- it didn't have much to do with the nitty-gritty of the major. I bombed the first test, but studied EXTREMELY hard for the next three and improved my score every time. I ended the class with a great grade which is already a good start. However, that's not the end of it. I have been working on the written application since winter break. It is due in about two weeks and is an important part of my admission. Aside from my application, I had another important academic occurrence. For a while, I have been thinking about double-majoring or minoring in communication studies. With SMAD, being able to communicate with an audience is important- in fact, it is unavoidable. Employers would be extremely impressed to see that I have studied communication techniques because being able to project those skills in my career will lead to me being more successful. I went to my academic advisor yesterday and talked about it with him. I expressed to him my want of graduating in 3 years. I came into JMU with 24 credits so graduating early is definitely possible; especially considering my major requires a low amount of credits in the first place. He told me that double-majoring would be more time consuming and would keep me here all four years. I would love to be at JMU for all four years, but financially, three years is a lot more attractive to me. After him telling me that minoring in communication studies would give me a great amount of experience in the field and employers would know that, I decided to go with the minor route. I signed the official major-minor paper thing that colleges do, and it was official. All I have to do is wait for an email, and I will officially have a minor in communication! What I want to ask from you lovely people is prayer that I am accepted into the major if it is what God wants. I know I am a great candidate for the major, and I am sure admissions will see that as well. However, you can never be too sure. I am just asking that you all pray for me in this nerve-wracking time. I know that if God wants me to do this, He will let it happen. Please pray for peace and understanding. Those two things are what will get me through the treacherous 2 month period I have to go before I find out if I got into SMAD or not! Overall, these have been the two big things that have happened to this semester. So far, everything has been going great. It's only the second week back, so classes aren't too challenging yet. I'm just trying to get ahead in everything so when they do get hard, I won't be behind! Oh, and my roommate Darcie and I have been working out. So that's pretty ground-breaking. Hope you all are having a great week! I will leave you with this beautiful verse you can use as a prayer in times of trouble: Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life. -Psalm 143:8 Wow.
Today was so.... what's the word... weird. At the same time, everything that happened was so typical of a normal day for me. This is how it went- I was at Lauren's house when I got a call at 11am (I was still asleep when my phone went off) from my mom. She asked me to run a few errands for her since she had a meeting in the middle of the day. She asked me to drop some clothes off at the dry cleaners and pick my brother up from school at 2pm. Me being a lovely daughter (and me really having no say in it), I told my mom of course I would do those things. I went to the dry cleaners and walked in with a yellow basket filled with fancy, dirty clothes. My mom instructed me to just dump all of the clothes on the counter and they would do the rest. A little nervous from my lack of experience with the dry cleaners, I did exactly what she said. I dumped the clothes out into a huge mound on the counter in front of the old man in charge of the joint. He started separating the clothes into shirts and pants. I took a breath and just stepped back until he said something to me about when the clothes would be ready or what my name was or whatever dry cleaner men do. Suddenly, something caught my eye. I looked over at the mound of clothes being separated and saw a pair of underwear. Not just any underwear, but my dad's used underwear. I quickly darted to the counter and stuck my hand in the mound. The man looked slightly confused and I realized that maybe I should tell him what I was doing. "Uh, these aren't supposed to be in there.. I think... I mean it's my dad's dirty underwear." The man looked up at me with a confused glare and licked his lips nervously. He kind of brushed it off, but me being nervous and awkward, I kept talking. "I don't think my dad wants these dry cleaned. In fact I have no clue why they're in here," I said throwing the underwear back in the basket. "It's not like they're fancy underwear.. or anything..." Then I look up to see him holding one of my dad's work-shirts. The shirt is worn and has at least one hundred individual splatters of paint on it. He hands it over to me and says, "I suppose this isn't supposed to be in here either." "Yeah, there's no going back for that shirt..." Eventually I just kinda run out of the store and slump into the car seat with intentions to never show my face in that place again. (Sorry mom). Just about 20 minutes later, I find myself in the school parking lot. Riley wasn't supposed to come out of the school for another 20 minutes, so I decided to listen to my music in the car while I waited. I knew I was using up the car battery, but I didn't realize how much. Right as Riley walks out of the school, the car shuts off. I figured it did that because it wanted to conserve the car battery. Little did I know, that was the last breath of the car. As Riley sat in the passenger seat, telling me how happy he was to get out of school early, I turn the ignition of the car. The car makes a wheezing noise, almost like a raspy cough from someone who has been smoking for 40 years. I turn the key over and over again to only discover that the car is dead. I drained all of the battery listening to One Direction's new album. Was it worth it? Maybe not, but it happened. Not surprisingly, that wasn't the first time that had happened to me. I knew that I had to find a car with jumper cables so we could get the show on the road. That was a lot harder than I thought. Every car I saw was being driven by a student who was eager to get the heck off of the school's campus. The first thing I thought of was to call my knight in shining armor- Darren. Being the lovely boyfriend he is, he dropped what he was doing and met me at the school. We got some really sketchy looking jumper cables that were apparently used by my grandfather his whole life from the back of the car. Darren set everything up and started his car. The knobs on his end started smoking and we panicked. He shut his car off and tried again. After the second time, we realized that the cables were no good and probably extremely dangerous, so we took them off and tossed them aside. It was time to get help from the schools administration. I grabbed my brother and we went scouting for a new savior. Just someone with some reliable jumper cables would do. One of the school officers drove up to the school and I caught him just in time. When I asked him if he had any, he said he didn't, but let me into the school and helped me find someone who did. After a good 15 minutes of everyone in the front office contacting other staff, no one had any cables. That really surprised me because I live in GREENE COUNTY. I mean, any good ol' greene citizen should have a pair of those things in the back of their toyota. It just seemed like thing. Obviously not. I went back outside to meet up with Darren and tell him the bad news, but I saw darren's car was gone. I panicked a little, wondering why he would leave me here stranded at the place I finally left for good. Then i realized that Darren would never do that to me; he probably was on a mission to help me out for good. I got my phone, called him, and that's exactly what the sucker was doing. Darren went to go get some new jumper cables. He was able to buy some at a gas station across the street. He came back in a matter of seconds with a brand new pair that looked way more reliable than the vintage ones we used previously. We pulled them out of the package and Darren hooked those suckers up to the car. Once again, something started smoking, and the plastic around the cable started melting away right before our eyes. Darren unplugged everything and looked frustrated. We didn't know WHAT the problem was. He went out and got new ones and everything, and my car still wasn't starting. But then, my genius of a brother noticed something- Darren accidentally switched the positive and negative ends. After praising my brother for realizing the mistake, Darren fixed it and started his car up. But get this guys. Darren's car ran out of battery too. We all just stood there dumbfounded. Darren looked angry, Riley looked irritated, and I just didn't know what the heck was going on. After calming the boys down, I decided that it was time to ask the guy parked behind me for help. I noticed him earlier, but figured it wasn't worth talking to him since we had 'everything figured out'. I started walking towards his truck, and he shook his head and laughed. I didn't even have to say anything and he knew what he needed to do. The poor guy was probably getting a kick out of us trying to do this on our own for the last 45 minutes. Long story short, the friendly man helped both me and Darren's dead cars out. He brought them to life with his very own, non-melted jumper chords. We thanked him and went about our day. Ladies and gentlemen, you may be thinking I have the worst luck in the world. However, this is just my life. It's a series of slip-ups and mistakes and awkward moments. I love it though. I wouldn't change a thing. Wanna know why? Because I can tell people all about my bad luck and to see them laugh about it makes me happy. These things make for good stories. Oh, and also, I had a GREAT rest of the day after that. So great, that I completely forgot about the bad luck I had earlier. I don't know why I am saying "bad luck" because I don't even believe in that. But whatever, you get the point. Regardless of what happens to you, it's always possible to make your day a great day. And thats what I did. Oh, and always tell people about the dumb parts of your day. It makes it easier to recover from the anger and awkward feelings and usually ends up being way funnier when you play it in your head. As much as I hate to say this, my winter break is coming to an end.
For me, break started on December 12th, 2014. I don't have class until January 12th, 2015. That meant I had one full month to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no projects, and no college reading had to be done. Just pure freedom. The beginning was pretty exciting. I had all of these things planned, with Christmas approaching and all. I made plans to see friends I haven't seen in awhile, like my two best friends Issi and Lauren. We would go into town and shop, make gingerbread houses, and paint canvases for friends and family. With my mom and Darren, we went to Newport News to pick Kelsey up from CNU. We headed to Colonial Williamsburg and gawked at the beautiful houses and walked around the historic town. Tons of cute pictures were taken. For Christmas Eve, I was able to spend time with my mom's family in Richmond. We spent that rainy evening eating in a quiet back room at Olive Garden just catching up and enjoying our time together. Christmas was awesome as always. I mean who doesn't like sitting in their jammies on the ground surrounded by things they have wanted all year? There is one plan that fell through for me. At JMU the last few weeks of the semester, my friends all agreed upon us spending New Years together. Surprisingly, a lot of my friends live in VA Beach. They said that would be the ideal spot to meet and spend the new year and all of us agreed. A few people would travel from Williamsburg, NOVA, Roanoke, and my part of town. I was super pumped for it; Darren and I would drive there together and have an awesome time with everyone in a place that isn't college. When I told my parents about it, they were fine with it. However, after some thought, they figured it wouldn't be safe to drive two hours on one of the most alcohol-based days of the year. The risks of running into unsafe drivers were high, and the odds were not in our favor. I was super bummed at first. I was excited for both Darren and I to be with everyone and actually have plans for New years that weren't just watch the ball drop at home with my family. As New year approached and I saw more and more pictures of my friends together being posted on social media, I got slightly jealous. I wished I could be there with them and Darren, and I felt like I was missing out on something that they would talk about when we got back. However, I was reminded shortly after that I was fortunate. I have a great family to spend the New year with, and an amazing and loving guy who wants me to be safe with him. I started to realize that wishing I was somewhere else was silly. I am thankful for the people in my life, no matter where they are or where I am. That meant my family and Darren too. Looking back, I wouldn't have spent New Years any other way. I was safe at home surrounded by TONS of yummy food and my hilarious, weird, and awesome family. Oh, and I got to kiss Darren for the third time on New Years. So for that, I am extremely thankful. My days after New Years have been action-packed. Darren's family invited me to go to Massanutten with them during the weekend after Christmas. We had an awesome cabin rented and spent our time there at the waterpark going down the lazy river and on the slopes tubing and snowboarding. It was a great way to spend time with them, and I always enjoy every minute with his family. Darren and I have spend the last few days together in our PJ's watching 5+ episodes of the Office in one sitting. We finally finished the show and cried out eyes out wishing it never had to end. (By the way, if you have never watched the Office before, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! Best show ever.) Right now, I am sitting on the couch looking at my mom who is wearing a scarf I knitted her. I haven't knitted since I was in 6th grade, but I saw a tutorial about this thing called "arm-knitting" so i decided to try it out. I was successful after the SECOND attempt. This break has been just what I needed. College is high-paced and stressful. At the same time, it is an amazing opportunity filled with great people and great food. However, spending the last month with my family and friends from home has been just what I needed to wind down. Now that I got my time of relaxation in, I am finally ready to hit the road running to finish my last semester of my first year. So first of all, Happy New Years Eve everybody!! I just wanted to share with you all something very simple I decided to do for the year 2014 that made it so much better to look back on. It's very easy to think about a year being horrible. For instance, I lost a job, our dog died, and I was horribly sick for two weeks straight. However, looking back on the highlights of 2014 was a lot easier for me than it has been in past years. The reason for that is because I decided to write all the good things down and keep it in a nifty little jar. You may be thinking, "Okay Faith, that's cool and everything, but honestly... How do you expect me to keep this up the entire year?" Good question, but that's easy to answer. It's really not hard at all! Put this jar in a place you see everyday, keep a few notecards beside it, and have a pen nearby. When something really good happens and you write it down, it'll become habit to run straight to the jar and plop it in. Now that you know the crazy simple idea of writing down the best moments of your year, I want to share personally how it impacted me. I knew from the start that this idea would be something I would really enjoy. I remembered from previous years that I had funny little moments happen that I wish I could remember more clearly. I remember wishing I knew the dates for certain monumental moments that happened, or even sad moments that happened. This jar gave that all to me and much, much more.
While reading through all 85 of my little moments, I was able to relive them all. Some of the things I wrote were very descriptive, like "Darren and I are going to start doing a Wednesday morning Bible study with some friends in the book of Romans!" (9-15) Others, however, were a result from giddiness and joy, so they turned out as short little phrases with tons of exclamation points: "JMU ACCEPTED ME!!!!! YAAAASSSSS!!!!!" (1-9) Regardless of how important they are, like being accepted into my top choice, or how simple they were, like "I got to bond with Alaina today" (10-2), reading back on these cards made me appreciate my year a WHOLE lot more. From the pile of 85 beautiful moments, I decided to handpick a few that really impacted me or made me smile reading back on them. Here they are from earliest to most recent.
There you have it folks. I encourage you all to do what I did. Spend the whole year focusing on the positives or how you took the negatives and transformed them. It's beautiful to look back on it. Make 2015 a great year! Now I may have only been at college for one semester, but one semester is enough time at college to realize that things there are a lot different than back home. I absolutely love being at college; don't get me wrong. However, in the midst of it all, I can't help but miss being home.
So far over my relaxing winter break that is ONE MONTH LONG (yeah, you read right), I have been appreciating home more than I usually do. First of all, I've actually had time to appreciate home, which in itself is pretty awesome. Here are a few things that college has made me appreciate more about being home, and not being at college in general:
I am sitting alone here in room 108. I have "Hillsong United Pandora" playing in the background with my brand new Jesus Calling Devo/Journal beside me (thank you Darren). I just finished taking my third exam this week our of four, and I couldn't be more at peace.
It's very easy to get carried away in the stress and business of finals week. After all, about 15 weeks of intense curriculum is a lot to remember for a (sometimes) cumulative exam, which is often placed on the same day as another exam. Oddly enough, I haven't been cramming like the majority of the students here at JMU. I haven't been frantically making flashcards of terms that I don't even remember going over or filling out a 13 page long study guide filled with stuff that may or may not be asked about. I am not bragging; please don't think I am. I am at awe with how much God gives peace to those who seek it from Him. Philippians 4:6-7- "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Over and over again in the Bible we are reminded of God's power. He can do anything, right? And he is faithful and wants the best for us. If we follow him and trust him, he will give us the desires of our heart. (Psalm 37:4) This week, and from now, I decided to choose peace. I decided not to worry about a grade defining me, but trusting that God has a beautiful plan for me no matter what happens. I've done all I could do thus far, now it's time to give it all to God. So as we go through finals week or just a stressful time in general, remember that God is always there waiting for you to come to him. He will give you an immeasurable amount of peace if you spend time with him. Besides, what is honestly cooler than spending time with God? Nothing. Show those finals who is boss! |
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