Hello Sugarlooters! I guess you've run across my lovely little profile.:) Well I'm glad you did. Here, you can read all about me and my dramatic little life. I'm very poetic when I want to be so bear with me. Okay. First comes first. I am CRAZY about the Jonas Brothers, especially Nick. We actually have a LOT in common, including diabetes. I think I know everything about them and I am determined to meet them.. Someday. Now that that's out of the way, I'll start, what I think is, poetic. So you're looking at this girl. The girl who isn't some big, famous pop star. She isn't seen in any magazines or any TV shows, or even commercials for that matter. She's just an ordinary girl living an ordinary life. Sometimes, that just doesn't seem like enough. When you get to know her, she can be pretty cool. She has a ton of friends, and a few best friends. She gets lost in her fantasies a lot, wishing she was gorgeous like the people around her. She likes her life for the most part. She's not selfish even though she seems it at times. She's not spoiled, but at the same time, she is. She loves music. If she could marry it, she would.:) She doesn't move a lot, but the opprutunities seem to find her. She says she never wants to, but she secretly wishes she would. Thinking about it, it would be a fresh start. She could start over. How nice. She likes to pretend. She likes pretending everyone likes her and everything is just perfect. But that is all just a dream. A distant dream that she laughs at thinking 'Yeah right.' She doesn't really know what she wants in life. She loves God more than anything and He loves her too. She loves her sisters and her dog. She loves to draw and write and be friendly. She likes to read but only sometimes. She loves to talk, so comment her if you want. She's done now.

Featured Songs:
When You Look Me In The Eyes - Jonas Brothers
A Little Bit Longer - Jonas Brothers
That's Just The Way We Roll - Jonas Brothers
Inseperable - Jonas Brothers
Broken - Lindsey Haun
The Call - Regina Spektor
This Is Home - Switchfoot
Set The World On Fire - Britt Nicole

Camp mFuge changed my life. First of all, let me start by saying I really grew closer to God. I thought I did last year at camp, but mFuge was so amazing, especially the Thursday night sermon. Moses, our camp priest, really connected with a bunch of us that night.

Monday: I woke up at 9:00 to finish packing. At 10:30, we headed off to the church. We loaded up in the work vans and arrived at Belmont University (where we stayed for camp) at about 2:00. We had to wait outside until we got the keys to our dorms, where we stayed. So after we got completely dehydrated, we went and settled into our rooms and stuff. So then we filled out our ministry track cards in the auditorium. Basically, just what we wanted to help with the rest of the week. Then it was time for dinner. It was pretty good. All the food was in general. After that we had our opening celebration which was where we were introduced to all the movies and videos and skits and musicians-and anyone else I left out. After that, they told us what our track would actually be. Sometimes it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. But lucky for me, I got children’s track, just like I wanted. So then we went with our ministry track groups to talk about the rules and stuff. Our leader’s name was Becca. She was so nice! So basically she was talking about how we couldn’t hold the kids and couldn’t share food with them and stuff like that. So then we played a game with the group to kind of bond I guess. Believe me. You get very close to your group. So once that was over, we went to our individual church group devotions. After a long day, it was time to hit the bunks so we went back to the dorms and slept.

Tuesday: Waking up to our first full day was very exciting! Amber and me woke up (we roomed together) about 6:45. I know, shocking for me, right? We got ready and headed to breakfast. We usually met up with our friends Sarah and Katie to go places. We “met” them on the bus but they’ve been going to our church since who knows when. So after breakfast, we went to the send off celebration where they basically try to wake us up. Worship music, a mini sermon, that kind of thing. After that, we went with out track group to quiet time/bible study. That’s pretty self-explanatory. Then a day a Preston Taylor from 10:00-3:00. I’ll explain everything that went on there later but ya. Okay. So when we got back free time until dinner at 5:00. Worship at 6:30-more deep of songs and Moses’ daily sermon. 8:00 church group devotion until 9:00 when we went to nightlife. Nightlife was fun Tuesday night! Here’s what we had to do. There were adults outside and they either had wood or plastic animals. After you got four different wooden animals, you went inside the auditorium to get the fifth, where you would place (as in 1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc). To get the animals, we had to perform a small task for each different adult. We also had to link arms or hold hands with our group the whole time. We didn’t win, but it was still tons of fun. At 10:15 it was free time, and 11:00 bed.

Wednesday: Pretty much the same schedule until after site. We were supposed to have free time in the city but our church is just too big. Instead, we had church group devotion early. They told us during that, that if we really cared about the youth group and stuff that during our regular meeting time, we should go to the regular meeting spot. So quite obviously we all felt like we had to. They were just talking about the new setup of Sundays and stuff. It really didn’t apply to the freshman much. After that, it was time for bed.

Thursday: Just another day, another Thursday, right? WRONG! We might’ve woken up thinking the same thing, but that sure to change. It was a day just like Tuesday until about 6:30. When we were headed to worship, everybody was just so pumped and ready to worship God. But I’m not going to lie-for whatever reason I was in a bad mood and quite frankly just wanted to go back to the dorms. So about the time Moses started preaching, something just really slapped all of us in the face. I mean everyone! It was so powerful. By the end of the worship time, it seemed like everyone was in tears. During the invitation, people I thought didn’t even believe in God were up at the alter. And the little girl who was so upset walking in the building left with tears in her eyes. I guess it was just God’s night because after that it was time for church group devotion and the tears kept pouring. Everyone spilled. They told their stories of hurt and pain, mistakes they’ve made. There was this one story and I just want to put it on here: So after mFuge, you’re always so pumped and ready to serve God. So this girl, she was pumped. And all of a sudden, in July of last year, her dad had a heart attack and died immediately. It was hard, just like it would be for anyone. But then, later on last year, her grandma had a heart attack. She didn’t die immediately but a few days later after being hospitalized, she passed away. At this point, the girl was drawing away from God. She asked him in prayer how He could do this to her, but she accepted it, thinking it was what God wanted. Then on Valentine’s Day of this year, her cousin died in a tragic car accident. She prayed and prayed and asked God how he could do this. She got mad at God. She was in such emotional pain. And that’s why she came back to mFuge. To have the time she did last year and re-establish her relationship with God. During this story, I lost it. I couldn’t even imagine this happening. Now, I try to thank God for my family as much as I can. I realized they are each a blessing and I love them very much. Anyways, back to camp. So we got caught up in the church time and kind of skipped nightlife. And free time. It was totally worth it thought. After we actually finished, it was time for bed.

Friday: Friday was exactly like Tuesday except instead of nightlife, we had hang night. Hang night is mega races. Okay that was like one of the most exciting and fun things at camp. But I was so tired; it was hard to enjoy it. But basically we did this race where we had a whole bunch of events to complete as fast as possible. After that, it was 11:00 and time for bed.

Saturday: It was hard waking up Saturday, knowing we had to leave. We had to leave mFuge; we had to leave our memories-for a whole year! We went to breakfast and then to our track groups. We said goodbye and took pictures and stuff like that. It was sad. Then at 9:15 it was time for the closing celebration. We sung songs and listened to Moses for the last time. That was sad too. Then at 10:00, us freshies rode back home together, oh, and Matt. We stopped at McDonald’s for lunch. Haha, the trip was so fun!

Boys: Okay so as usual, I had my eye on a couple hotties! For my own purposes, I won’t use anyone’s real names. Haha. So “Robert” is from our church and I’ve seen him a couple times around and stuff. But dude. We were totally eyeing each other the whole time. Well maybe not while he was all over “Ashley”. But anyways, he is so hot! The other one’s name was “Gavin”. Well I was just kind of watching him all week. Not in a freaky way, just a notice every time he walked by sort of thing. And I swear he looked exactly like this other guy I used to like. (Gosh. This is hard trying not to give anything away!) He was so cute! And one night he actually introduced himself and everything. And then there were the boys that liked me. Actually none of these are confirmed crushes, its just people told me they liked me. So “Cody” goes to my church. And he kept wanting to hang out with me and stuff. Then there was “Chase”. He was actually really sweet, not that Cody wasn’t. But whatever, I have a story but I can’t tell you so if you want to know comment me and I’ll think about telling you. **Okay this is the only section I majorly edited just because I don’t want anyone to know who I’m talking about.

Preston Taylor: The people of Preston Taylor changed my life. From 10:00-3:00 everyday, this is where our track volunteered. Preston Taylor is a place where kids in the area go to a summer program where they are helped with a few academics and they get a chance to do things like crafts, games, etc. It was run strictly by volunteers. Without the help of mFugers each week, they wouldn’t have enough volunteers and the program wouldn’t run. This is where our mission work was done. Here’s a typical day: Arrive at PT about 10:20. Go outside and play with the kids until about 11:00. At 11:00, welcome time. Then my group went to the following classes: math, bible, and reading. Lunchtime! We had good lunches, usually a sandwich of some form or shape, then chips, granola bar, and cookies. The kids had about the same thing except minus the granola bar. And instead of chips, a fruit cup (and sometimes they added the chips as a treat!) After that, my kids went to snack (I know, kinda pointless right after lunch-but sometimes they did a craft instead), then games. Games were outside. I did not like that one bit. They had a bad mosquito problem. I learned something. Mosquitoes like me. One of the days, I stood legs open, arms out and Charlie and me just kept slapping them off of me. I’ll tell you more about him later. So some times, I went inside and hung out with Dylan in crafts while I waited for my kids. Which brings us to craft time. Then computer was last. Then we had closing time where the kids got ready to leave. Two days, the bus was broken so we had to walk some of them home, which really wasn’t bad because they all live fairly close. So now let me tell you about my boys. Tuesday morning, we were assigned groups. Sarah and me were paired up together as shepherds. We were assigned the nine and ten year old boys. There was Steven, Anthony, Jeremiah, and Charlie. Monday passed and I pretty much thought it was going to be misery the rest of the week. But Wednesday came around and in math, I sat down with Charlie and really just tried to help him. He was the troublemaker of the group. But I don’t think anyone else had done that before, really tried to help Charlie. And I think he appreciated it. And from that point on, he was the reason God brought me to Preston Taylor. I could feel it. Charlie needed me. So me and little Charlie buddied up the rest of the week. But on Friday, we both had memories to last a lifetime. And that would have to do. Friday was sad, our last day at site. It really hit me hard. Harder than I think it hit anyone else. I might be wrong, but that’s what it felt like. First thing we did Friday morning was make cards. The volunteers made cards for the kids, the kids made cards for us. I made a card for Charlie, he made one for me. Then as the day went on, I did anything I could to make that kid know I loved him and I was gunna miss him. At lunch, I sat with Charlie. It was pretty quiet between us. I think we were both just sad. He had been complaining all morning about how hungry he was so finally I asked him what we had for breakfast. He looked me in the eye and said nothing. He had the saddest look in his eyes, I just about cried then. I hesitated for a minute, wondering if I should ask him about dinner. I decided otherwise because I knew if he looked at me that same way and told me the same thing, I would surely breakdown and have to leave for a minute. So the day went on. Snack was craft with a rock. I have mine still. I’ll never forget it. Games were outside. And I tried my best to stay with Charlie but the mosquitoes played the devil. Becca let us go inside that day. So in crafts, we make glitter cards with Dylan. I made Charlie a birthday card, because my baby’s birthday was the next day. I received two glitter cards-one from Charlie (obviously) and one from Anthony (surprisingly.) Then it was the time we dreaded most. It was closing time and we took pictures of the group and stuff. Charlie was sad and wouldn’t take pictures. After all the kids went home, Charlie stayed. He said his grandma was picking him up late. He said he was still hungry, I peeled him an orange. Then she came. His grandma was there to pick him up. We hugged for about five minutes and when I let him go, I watched him walk out the door. It took me a few minutes to settle down. I was crying so much I could barely see anything. I’ll never forget him and I hope he never forgets me. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. Sometimes I still cry. I loved that boy. I wanted to help him. I think I succeeded. He means the world to me. I’m counting down the days until I see him again. I love him that much.