Lent

I celebrated Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) by being gluttonous. Now I'm ready for Lent, today being Ash Wednesday. I Looked up Ash Wednesday online and how to observe it. It is for reflecting quietly on your personal relationship to God, and setting some time aside to grow in holiness. Ash Wednesday is a good time to think about what's really significant in your life, or life in general, and to try to set your priorities straight. Receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation during Lent, if you're Catholic. If you're not Catholic or you're not religious in a formal way, you can simply contemplate the meaning of Ash Wednesday as the beginning of a time of repentance, reflection and prayer. Think about fasting on this Ash Wednesday, whether giving up one meal or abstaining from food the whole day. I'm not Catholic but I thought it'd be nice to celebrate more. I'm all for celebrations. So for lent I am fasting from one big thing. I am giving up.....drum roll please.......SUGAR. Ahhhh! Me? Not eat sweets? Yikes. I'm real scurred (gangster speak for scared). I can do it. I can do hard things. Wow. No sweets. I'll just have to be sweet myself. That was some word play, trying to throw in some humor for this blog post. But seriously I'll have to just eat fruit all the time to curb my sweet tooth. This will probably make me skinnier and give me less cavities, so that's good! Happy Ash Wednesday! What are you willing to give up for lent?

an upper for my downer

so...I might only blog when I'm upset. so...I'm going to say something positive and conceited.
I have the coolest shoes out of most people I know. Try and find someone with cooler shoes than me. Maybe you can find someone with a cool pair of shoes that I don't have, but overall I would win in a shoe-off. So that makes me cool in the world. I'm cool. I love myself!

Love, Mepisha

Life is full of...sometimes it's full of rejection and why's

I recently quoted myself saying, "How can it not be a great day when it's today?" But I don't feel that great anymore. Sometimes I decide it will be a good thing to apply for leadership positions. Sometimes (and by sometimes I mean every time) I decide to do that, and I get rejected. Why do I let people talk me into these kinds of things? (And when I say people, I really mean myself.) Why do people tell me I would be good at it? Why do people tell me I would be good at it, then interview me? Why do people tell me I'd be good at it, interview me, and make me feel great about the interview? Why do people tell me how great I'd be, interview me, make me feel great about the interview, and then give me a scripted r-e-j-e-c-t-i-o-n? Huh? Huh? Huh? This is depressing. FML worthy? Probably not. But totes wouldn't qualify for MLIA. I don't even feel like finishing my EFY application to be a counselor. And this day started out so well. I think I'll skip studying, watch a movie on Netflix, and be asleep before 11pm. Happy birthday Justin Bieber. Next year you'll be an adult. Woot.
-Mepisha, no longer a born-leader. call me if you need to reject a wallflower.

gumball face

You know those lovely encounters you have with people, the ones where you're going one way and they're going the opposite way. In your head you're thinking she's going to move, I mean I'm obviously walking here and she is totally going to move, not me I'm not moving. And she's thinking, she's going to move, there is no way she's going to make me move, she's for sure moving. Then surprise surprise neither of you move and you are within an awkward distance of each others faces. You both apologize and step in the same direction again. Then you think hmmm I'll go left this time, well guess what she goes the same way. You then both give a can we please just walk around each other/you're really bugging me laugh and somehow do manage to walk around each other.

Good, I'm glad you have all experienced that. Now do you want to know what makes it even worse? The other person is a dangerously attractive man and you look like a yellow gumball because you just got your wisdom teeth out. Guess what, no one even likes the yellow gumballs. Yup, welcome to my life. So the next time you run into this little awkward moment you can think of me and my face the size of a bowling ball and not feel so bad about your predicament. 

love, Sholanda.