Who Do You Think You Are, Hannah Montana?

"Fly high, what's real can't die."
-New Radicals

Just a fair warning: this post will be all over the place.

Let me start with what's bugging me, cause I'm a teenage girl, therefore I'm obligated complain all the time. Right? Right. This week will either make me or break me. I realize how corny that sounds, but this week will change everything. This week a decision will be made, a close-ended decision. I've never been so nervous. I would explain what this decision is but I can't. It'll make me vulnerable, and I can't do that. I have to keep my guard up; I'm sick of getting hurt. I trust that God will guide me to what is best, whether or not it makes me happy. I trust Him, but I'm still scared. But like I said in my first post, I'll stand tall even if it all goes wrong.

Now rain. I love the rain. I hate having a cold, but I love this spring rain, especially loved yesterday's fall. I can't explain why, but there's someone that knows why :) I'm sorry I'm being so vague, but suspense never hurt anyone. I also love rain because, in a sense, I feel as if it's Heaven's way of communicating. I don't mean to be all spiritual-voodoo on you guys (and yes that is the actual spelling) , but the rain is kind of a gateway to my mom. I would do anything to see her presence again. Photos don't cut it anymore. A photo contains a million words, yet it doesn't contain her soul. What keeps me from her soul is reality and Heaven, and the distance kills me sometimes. This week I especially need her.

I actually had a dream about her, yet I can't remember what she said. All I can remember is it was me, her, and my dad. We were laughing; we were happy. My grandma always told me that one day my mom will communicate with me through my dreams, yet I can't remember what she said. Yet maybe simple happiness was her message, maybe it was her way of saying we will be happy (by we I mean my family). I won't give up on trying to recall what she said to me, but for right now I will work with that as her message.

Since this is getting long I'll try to cut it short. You might be wondering what the significance of the title of this post is. If that makes any sense? All I'm going to say is watch She's Out of My League. You'll get it then, and I promise it will be worth watching.

And one more thing! I decided that before I die I want to visit Martin's Point plantation. It's the beautiful house from The Notebook, my all time favorite movie. And if you don't like that movie hear me out. The house is beautiful, at least give the movie that much credit. I was reading an old Time article about The Notebook and that's when I discovered the location of the house. If you get the chance, check out the photos! They're simply amazing.

Well I'll leave it at that. I'll tell you how this week turns out; I just hope it will be something to celebrate about. If you have any comments just post them, message me, or even tell me in person :)