They way EYE see it

(Yeah my puns are corny, but hey I can be savvy like, oh I dunno, 24 hours of e'rry day.)

The way I see it;
If people are totally hot in high school, they most likely reached their peak and won't be gettin' much cuter as the years progress. Meaning: if you were ugly or lacking curves in high school (as was I) then do not fear! You're hot days are most likely a'comin'! And all those meanies in middle and high school who hit puberty 5 years earlier than you? They'll be saggin' a lot sooner than you.

The way I see it;
When I think mean thoughts about someone, like "oh they are a floosy," or "wow, she won't be getting married anytime soon," or "he probably contracted so many STDs they haven't even discovered them all," I think... these are people GOD loves. How dare I? It's not so much judging is wrong, but I don't know the whole story of their life, and honestly that's when I really want to run up and give them a big hug. But that would be creepy.

The way I see it;
Everyone says, "Don't judge me," or "don't judge them!" But, everyone judges everyone. Even if it is subconscious. And heck, if you don't want people to think you are a slut, don't act/dress like it! If you don't want people to think you are a partying, trashy floosy, don't act like it!
People have been fitting into the stereotypes they "hate" by generating themselves that way! If you don't like people assuming you are from the hood, change your status! It can be hard. Duh... But if you are sick of "judging" then don't act like what you hate. And don't judge back. By people saying "you're just judging me" they are technically being judgmental too. And, TECHNICALLY, we should all be rightfully judgmental. That way we can discern what's right and best. If you see someone in a dark alley with a knife and you walk the other way towards the well-lit and populated shopping center, you were making a judgment call. Should we say, "oh I don't want to judge that sketchy person with a knife in the dark, he could just be shaving bars of soap because he is sad! Let me go witness to him..." You tell me.

I'll make a MAN out of you...

What is WRONG with the world these days? Time after time, I am confronted with the embarrassing fact that we have all "changed genders." By that, I mean it's like all men have become little pansy girls.
I don't care how many video games you own,
how much you like "Taking Back Sunday,"
or how black your skinny jeans are.
Men have become girls.
And it's disgusting.

I've been realizing this more and more as I blaze through my college career at an incredibly rapid speed.
Boys fret over the dumbest things that most girls fret over... or don't!
"My hair!" Really?!
One time, someone took my friend's seat during a movie in one of the dorms when he left for a good hour.
He comes back and whines about someone sitting in HIS SEAT. Dude, didn't yo daddy ever teach you one of the key rules in the universe? "Ya snooze, YA LOSE!" Ya left, so the chair was free game.
He proceeded to block the tv until he had his way.
OMG.

These boys SERIOUSLY need to learn how to MAN UP. I don't want no boy, I want a MAN.
Granted, I am not a fan of excessive hair, farting, burping, or spitting. Like most ladies, I prefer to refrain from that behavior.
But if a guy likes Britney Spears more than most girls, and is overly jazzed about her concert he's attending, something's not right. (This doesn't really apply to gay guys)

I am more of a man than some of these guys. That's sad! I can hold my own, I'm aggressive. I can be provocative and shocking. I spit on occasion. I work out. So, I need someone to out-do me in my manliness!

Guys these days who don't get texts from their "baby" FREAK OUT  and get paranoid. "Baby are you mad at me? Call me! When can you call me? Did I do something? Why aren't you talking to me?! Fine be     B@#!%! I bet you're with another guy. Baby please don't leave me I need you....." Etc.
GIVE me a break. And then, texting her friends asking, "Is she mad at me? :(" Bahhhh, that's like the girliest thing anyone can do!!!!!!!!

I want a man who can lift at least 100lbs.
I want a man who can take rejection like a man.
I want a man who can grow a beard IF HE WANTED TO but doesn't HAVE to grow one to feel manly.
I want a man who doesn't obsess over superstars or celebs.

That doesn't mean his sensitive, intuitive side is completely shut down, however.
I like a guy who can cry with me over the loss of someone.
Who can feel the way I do (sometimes).
Who takes things to heart.
Who loves Christ with all his heart.
Who likes puppies.
Who is musically talented (well, it's a bonus).
Ya get the gist :)

Just, please, SOMEONE teach these boys how to be men.

Dear Diary, my adolescent anxiety has a body count.

It would be an understatement to say that I am normally chill. Everyone knows I don't freak out about much, at least in the bad way. I happily freak out over quesadillas, puppies, chocolate cake, and reuniting with friends.
When it comes to drama, I really do try to be the peacemaker. Cuz most of the time, I really do not care about your stupid pointless vendetta against the other "floosy" across the street. I don't.
But, I do have compassion on people who deal with real pain. I deal with real pain, sometimes. So I know.

So, normaly, I am known to be pretty chillxed and casual (except for that time I washed my memory card in my jeans pocket that had my video project on it). But recently, I have been worrying so much about a certain thing.
I am SO SICK of people telling me, "I am not coming back to pba," or "I'm transferring." It's been so often that I just want to yell in their faces, "COLLEGE AIN'T NO DANG SUMMER CAMP!!"
But that would be "mean."
I am so dang sick of my stomach dropping when I hear those words, "I'm transfering." So. Sick.
I understand that money is the big issue with pba. Believe me! I know that not all the majors are the greatest there... I know...
But it hurts me so badly when my friends peace out. So many people have already left. Heather, Lauren, Kim, Courtney, Grace... GRACE!!!!!!! I've got friends who are staying, but that doesn't soothe the burning feeling I get behind my eyes when I hear of YET ANOTHER friend leaving.

And now, somone else might be leaving. I can't disclose their name yet, because it's not for sure.
But if she does, it will change everything...
And I've been very worried about that recently.

In Bible study, Pastor Mike told us to all silently read a chapter in Colossians, and then tell him one thing that stuck out the most to us. I heard God tell me, through the passage about letting the Prince of Peace rule your heart, to give it all to Him. So I am trying.
I need help. Please pray for me. For my situation. That whatever God's will is, I will be able to cope with it.