9 Days

Mood: nervous
Thinking about: prayer and single digits

Last night I went to a party for a bit, which was really fun. I havn't gone to a party in so long, I was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of everything. Oh well, twas enjoyable. P.S. Vicki is, in fact, very good at pool. She is also an excellent liar about her abilities. P.S.S. I have never met a more ruthless cheerleader than Tyler. Beware.
Today I went to the 8:00 service at Mt. Pisgah, which I will now say was a mistake. The pastor has lost contact with me but doesn't realize it, so when my parents briliantly decided to fill him in on my surgery, he made an instant prayer bubble around me. (InstaPrayer! also available at your local WalMart, side effects may include halo shaped rashes and increased guilt.) I really didn't enjoy the impromptu prayer session. I had just walked up to him, to say "Hello!" and had about 7 people touch my shoulder or head to pray. First of all, too much contact. I didn't even know some of the people. Secondly, he had just found out about the surgery, and didn't even ask if he could initiate a prayer bubble. He should've talked to me about my sentiments first.
But I can't really be upset with him, because it was my parents who wisely decided to let him know about it. I don't like this surgery being paraded around to people. And if it has to be mentioned, you don't go into serious detail, unless the person is highly trusted, or a blood relative. My parents were mentioning every single detail. Of course, now when he looks at me, he has a look of fear like I am going to die. UGH stupid stupid stupid decision to tell him without me being there to make sure he didn't take it too seriously. x.x
I fell down again today after church, I had lost my balance in my right leg while climbing the stairs. Probably more from clutziness than leg though.
Hmmm I can't find a quote I like tonight...