Details, details..

I was putting away my freshly washed and dried clothes (isn't it a wonderful feeling?) when I noticed the abundance of blue shirts, which just happened to be my favorite color,  hanging in my closet.
Laughingly, I thought to myself..

Look at my closet..now, what's my favorite color?

Then the little introspective part of my brain started churning..

Little details can tell you so much about a person.

Look at my clothes and you can tell I love the color blue. Look at my bag stocked with deodorant, Germ-X, brush, etc. and you can tell I like to be prepared and am a little, kinda, sorta, yeah, I'm a germaphobe. Look at my school binders and you can tell I'm pitifully unorganized. Look at my grades and you can tell sometimes I slack off.  Look at my Facebook and you can tell I spend waaay too much time on there.

But all these little things add up to well, you. All the little things come together to make you who you are.

I've never thought about it before, but I thought it was pretty cool.

So. That^^^ is a picture of my latest love,Wentworth Miller, aka  Michael Scofield from Prison Break.
With piercing blue eyes, a cute smile..

ain't he cute?

and over all intelligence, how can I resist?

He almost makes me forget about my crush on the Winchester brothers from Supernatural

and John Mayer.

and Keegan Allen

Almost.

I have way too many men on my mind.

Say that ten times fast.

Life is so busy for me this year. I love staying busy and trying whatever new things I can, but I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. Between sports, church, school, and the occasional (occasional?! try, all the time.) I've scooped a lot onto my plate this year, and my academics are showing my struggle to juggle it all.

I'm trying to bring up my grades, but .. it's hard.

Pray for me?

Thanks.

So I found this great verse the other day..

I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)

When I'm feeling stressed or upset over typical meaningless teen drama (I don't like teenagers, and I am one.), this verse is comforting.

I've noticed I care about people more than I know. Seeing so many people around me in highschool hurting and dealing with problems at home, rumors, with people who aren't even worthy to be called "friend" kills me inside. People don't have to hurt. I hurt for people.

It's definitely made me into a praying woman, that's for sure.

Anyways, I'm stepping off my little soapbox.

Later,

Kaiti

So dang adorable!