So here I am sitting at my computer typing up useless information. It's a Saturday night--almost Sunday morning. I'm drained.

Gave the KCF worship team a necessary pep talk and thanks to Simi at least I feel like a useful broken radio. Worship was great. The songs flowed great. We sounded awesome! The parents comment. The Bible study Pastor Koshy started was interesting. Worship with the kids was pretty good. My message, which ended up shorter than anticipated, was okay, could've been better. But all in all, it was a pretty good night.

Apparently, people are starting to notice my laziness in putting outfits together. I tend to wear the same things over and over again for a long time. I have this one black sweatshirt that I bought from Garage that I absolutely love!! I love it so much that I went and bought a second one after it went on sale. So now I have two.

People talk about comfort food, but this is like my comfort sweatshirt. It's not totally a sweatshirt cuz it has a hood, but it's not as thick and it could pass for just a shirt--so I can pretty much do anything with it whether I want to dress it up or dress it down. I wear it everytime I don't know what else to wear, or too lazy to think of something to wear, or too insecure about myself to try something new, or just plain crappy--the black sweatshirt always manages to make me feel better about myself. So to all of you that don't like my choice of clothes, I wish to say that I'm NOT sorry. I'm going to wear what I want to wear and if you don't like it--deal with it.

I rearranged my room yesterday, moved the bed and the dresser, and I like it so much better and my room feels so much bigger too. The furniture is so freakin heavy! I was so sick yesterday too and the extra activity just left me feeling like utter crap with my head near ready to explode. But I'm very happy with the results and I feel a lot better today. I just want my voice back. This cold that started around Christmas Day 06 just kinda lingers and won't go away.

Niki attempted to give me a "manicure" today. The massage was really nice. We tried a whole bunch of different nail polish but ended up taking it all off. I'm really not a nail polish kinda person. I hate the fact that it gets chipped in a few days and I play guitar so it's not a pretty sight. Not to mention it doesn't really fit my personality and I end up feeling like I'm trying to be someone I'm not. So yeah, I don't like nail polish. But she tried. And the massage was good.

Alright, so I've written plenty. Nothing of vast importance, however.

Signing off.