Ridiculous.

I would like to take the opportunity to express a few of my thoughts. 1) No, I have no clue what college I want to go to or what major I am going to pursue. And it's 2 months until graduation. I realize this. 2) I have a major problem with the self-proclaimed "Christians" who treat everyone (including family members) like dirt. I've lost all respect for people who act this way. 3) I really do not believe that some people deserve what they have and/or are getting. 4) I would really love to move to Fiji as soon as possible.

But enough with the negative. I'm going to move on and forget about those who cause unnecessary drama. I hope God shows you that I did nothing wrong :)

And also, to my sweet boyfriend Evan Broom, I love you with all my heart. thank you for all the times you've allowed me to vent and tell you exactly what I thought. You're a very awesome listener and I thank God for you everyday. you're awesome and I hope we stay together for a very long time.

Senior Year.

I've realized in the past 6 months just how quickly time flies. It feels like just yesterday I had begun my senior year and was starting senior project, dreading it more and more with each passing day. Today is Thursday, February 24, 2011. I graduate high school on May 21, 2011. That means I have 3 months until graduation. Crazy, I know.

I'm still quite uncertain about what I'm going to do with my life. Here's my list of occupations I have considered:

1) Neonatal nurse
2) Private Investigator
3) Historian
4) Teacher (maybe a drama or history teacher?).......

who knows if any of these occupations will be for me. All I know is that as long as I trust in the Lord, He has a plan for which college I will attend, what major I will have, and what I will be when I "grow up".

2010 has come and gone...

2010. What a year it has been for me. Helped in the success of Sumrall Legacy show choir, 17th birthday in April, got a job shortly after, found out I'm going to be an aunt, and became the girlfriend to Evan Broom on November 14th. Not to mention that I just got back from a youth trip to Gatlinburg with my boyfriend's church where I got to hear some awesome speakers and listen to Francesca Battistelli, Skillet, MercyMe, and quite a few others.

I've been blessed beyond words this year. Things are going great.

Just remember, Jesus loves you :)

Christmas Eve.

December 24, 2010.

It's an exciting day. Santa flies in from the North Pole, and kids go ballistic because they are SO EXCITED about tomorrow morning. But as I've grown up, I get less and less excited about presents. I guess I've learned over the years that it's all because of Jesus that we have this holiday. It's not about presents at all. Some presents are nice to receive and we can be excited about them, but that shouldn't be the focus of our attention. On this day, I take time to reflect about the past year. So many things have changed. My brother is now married and is having a baby, I have a boyfriend (which has not happened in 3 years)..... it's so odd. I also think about how much stuff I have to pack to take from my dad's to my mom's when I move in with her... My brain literally never stops stirring information, but I guess everyone's brain does that. I have so much I want to say, but I fill like there's not enough room to get everything out.

Jesus loves you.

Merry Christmas to all.

Reflection.

Many times a day I look at myself in the mirror. Most of the time only to check my teeth to make sure I don't have food in them after lunch, or something of that sort. But on occasion I find myself looking in the mirror to search for something, or someone. All my life I've wanted to be "pretty". That word these days means you must be tall, lanky, and very skinny to an extreme.. or that's how life is for a supermodel. Also, "pretty" these days is someone who is bleach blonde and tanning bed fried. I have none of these qualitites and frankly, I don't mind at all. But sometimes I find myself believing that even the tall, lanky girls have something going for them. For someone of my stature, five feet one inch, it feels as if I don't have much going for me among people. And that's exactly how it is. I don't. But lately I've come to realize that although I may not have a gorgeous face or body, Jesus loves me just as I am.

 He died for the short, normal people too. Maybe I should focus less on growing vertically and more on growing spiritually, in my relationship with Jesus Christ.

December 23, 2010. Just another day in the life of Hope Lucus.