Goodness.

Dear Fleur.
I went to a wedding. It was good. Because weddings are always good. I will mention that I drove seven hours to get there. That is how much I love weddings.
I got to see La. She is sweet. So sweet, I bought her a plate. That is less than how much I love her.

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. About school coming up and doors to India opening and stargazing and friends and humility.
The other day, I got embarrassed for the first time in a long time. I'm only telling you this because I think it's important and a part of my transformation and change I'm doing and God's doing in my life. It was stupid really. I got very red in the face and pretended that I didn't exist.
But then I got over myself by reading Jeremiah and praying.
I think God was teaching me about humility.
And that was hard, but so worth it.

Also, I do not throw rice at weddings. I am against it.

I have been reading in Jeremiah just like usual. I think it's growing on me. The stories are intricate and they make me nervous. Jeremiah is continually thrown in jail. But it's probably a humility thing. Maybe prophets used to get prideful. So they were beat up a lot.
I really don't know.

And now I am listening to Noah & The Whale and watching "The Waltons." But I'm tired, and my back hurts. I should just make a loaf of bread and sleep. We're supposed to watch the meteor shower tonight, or rather early tomorrow morning. At about three I think. Or maybe it's the next night. I don't even know. I'll research it.
Okay.
More later.

Bella.