Revolting.

This video made me want to vomit. A 55 year old Canadian journalist was taken hostage by the Taliban; she now looks well over 80 and a depressing shade of gray. She has a second hostage video, as well from about a month ago. Even if the Taliban didn't kill her, she doesn't have long to live by the looks of it. I don't think I've ever seen somebody look so pathetic and sick in my life. The woman claims that her captors will kill her by the end of March - less than a week away, if they don't receive their ransom of 2 million dollars. The choice of death: beheading her with a small kinfe. It's heartbreaking to see somebody plea like that and knowing you can't do anything about it; it's not a movie. I can't put it into words.

She's screaming, pleading, begging for somebody to help her. She's desperate and can't understand why her country, her business, the NGO's (non-governmental organizations... think Amnesty International), the government, everybody is ignoring her pleas for help. The US government won't save her; we have a no tolerance policy with terrorists. We have refused to make negotiations with terrorists. When I first heard this theory several years ago, I thought it was good - once you negotiate with one terrorist, you have to negotiate with them all. That will ultimately lead to being manipulated by the terrorists once they see an ounce of weakness. I can't imagine being in that position; do I let this poor woman die, or do I attempt to possibly maybe prevent further negotiations? I can't imagine the desperation she must feel. I'm worrying about getting a B in Spanish and threw a fit today about my mean English teacher, and she can't sleep because she doesn't know if she'll wake up the next morning.

I can't fathom the idea. Somebody needs to help her. Yet nobody can nor will.

Can we just make a blanket statement...

Boys are dumb.

Self-explanatory.

It's been so long

since I've posted on here, that my browser didn't recognize the website anymore. Slacker.

The past few weeks have been crazy. Testing, bronchitis, FCAT, SLT, Sweet 16, VBS stuff, hanging out. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing SO much that I never have a chance to fully enjoy where I am at the very moment. I'm totally going out on a limb here, but I'm going to guess that if you have anxiety when you're not working, there's probably a problem.

Friday afternoon Kinsey, Lacey, and Haili came over to the house. We went tanning (well, they went tanning; my chicken-pox scarred, albino, no-sun medication side effect self sat in the shade) at the condo's pool, and made some friends with some spring breakers. Holla.

That night we went to stay at Kinsey's. Cameron brought us home McDonalds late at night... which gave us food poisoning for the rest of the weekend. That's some fun stuff. Kinsey and I laid in bed all day Saturday doing absolutely nothing, until my two favorite people in the world called to ask if we wanted to spend the night.

Saturday night we stayed at Nate and Amanda's. Nate's getting a legit night light for his guest room - it is SO dark in there. After a few "what are you? Five?" comments from Nate, the lovely Amanda put the bathroom light in our room.

Sunday I went to church, took a nap, and went back to Fuel (aren't those the best kind of Sundays?). I'm pretty excited for Fuel. My "spiritual gifts" totally fit me. Planner, Learner, Organizer.

I love the weekends when I'm not home. It's refreshing :)

Now, I'm procrastinating the work I need to do, and my legs are crying - 6 mile bike ride after not working out for a few days. Ouch. But I want to fit into my old clothes, so it's all good :) I think I'll take a deep breath, do a bit of work, and then spend some time with God. It's really interesting that whenever I don't study or do my work, and instead read my bible, I never have a problem the next day.