The whole world is on my chest, and I just can't breathe in enough air. Why do I stand and take it? I'm not fighting my own war, I am fighting yours. So who is fighting mine?

Do you ever get the feeling that the world is passing you by? Or is it the other way around? Maybe you are passing the world. If that is the case...then it really doesn't matter because nobody will pay attention anyway. Whatever. I like this picture.

“But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass — our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean?”

—	Quentin Jacobsen

God.

Hello everyone. It has been a long while since I last posted anything with thought or substance. So, now I will. I am going to share Friday, May 14th with you. I wasn't going to write about that day, because for many of you what I am going to talk about is irrelevant. Which is fine. You can think anything you want.

I have never been a person to preach religion, it doesn't do any good. I have my opinions and you can have yours - it won't change anything in my mind. Many people that know me actually have no idea about what I believe in. Sometimes I just don't feel the need to share.

People will walk around proclaiming their love for God, and attempt to change the way people live by converting them to Christianity. Whatever. Does that make you a good person? No. I don't love people so that God will love me. I love people simply because I love them. I am kind to people because in a world full of sadness and hurt, it is the least I can do.

Don't worry! I am getting to the punch line soon! =) I just have a little story that put a smile on my face.

Friday morning I had my math cumulative exam at 7:30am. I am awful at math. I have struggled through all of high school math, which is probably because I didn't care to learn in junior high. Haha What a fool. Anyway, yeah...math is usually bad. I am lucky when I get 75%. So as you can imagine I was pretty stressed about this exam. It was worth a fair bit, and I really need to pull up my grade in this last month of school.

I tried to study all Thursday night and failed. I am so tired and distracted these days that I didn't get any studying done. I didn't end up going to bed until 12am. I just sat there, stressed and thinking. I texted a girl whom I worked with last summer at a children's camp, and asked her to pray for me. This is something I never do. I usually just drift through life, taking things as they come. But I talked to her anyway, and then went to sleep.

I woke up at 5am to have another attempt at studying. "Last minute cramming" is a better term for what I did. I go into school early, not feeling good, not looking good, and definitely not ready for the cumulative. The test is 40 multiple choice questions. I first go through everything I know how to do first, which took about an hour and I had only finished 20 questions. I had 30 minutes left to do everything I don't understand. I guessed A LOT of the questions. I walked out at 9am, positive that I had failed.

3rd period my math teacher hands back all the exam scores. I got an 80%! I couldn't even believe it. Out of 40 people I ranked 6th. This is the first math exam in high school that I have ever reached 80. So was it God? Who knows? But for me...it was incredible.

Friday nights are not my favorite. I usually end up sitting alone for most of the night, with way to much time to think. This last Friday was no different. I was a little bit sad, but I was drawing and listening to music so I was doing alright. At around 11pm my facebook chat opens with a message from my friend Nick. I worked with him in the summer, and we had not talked in a couple months. He asks me how I am, and if I have been doing okay. He told me that he just got the feeling that he should ask. I found this interesting, and seeing as I am pretty curious I asked him why. He told me that it must be God. He had just been sitting on youtube listening to music when it lead him to talk to me.

It was just simple, no major production. But it was something I needed. What is interesting, is that both of these events happened in the same day.

When all is wrong, simple love is the answer.

You are probably thinking now...so what? Is that really God? And do you know what I have to say to that? Nothing. I don't have an answer for you. You can take from this what you want.

Happy Sunday in May.
Love, Lexi.

Ps. I didn't correct errors in this, it is too long =)

There is a reason for having cute kitten pictures.

Dear World,

Could you kindly pick up your heels? That would be very nice.

Where did I go?