My gosh, the OC is seriously one of the most soulful places I have ever been to.

People aren't afraid to stand up to worship even though the rest are sitting down and they aren't afraid to sing aloud whether or not they're great singers or not. I really wanted to get up and sing too but there was like super glue between my butt and the floor or something. I am such a coward. I am so going to do something next week.

And Annette and Elizabeth Tan were talking and talking on my left and I was like screaming in my mind,"SHUT UP. Can't you see how great this place is?!" And I didn't say anything. OH GOSH. What the hell is my problem.

I feel like pudding now. Wobbly and fragile.

I miss 6.4 08' so much, I feel like screaming. My class isn't so bad but I don't feel like I belong there as much as I did last year. I'm in, but yet I'm out. I think I'll just give up on socializing and become my quiet self again. It seemed to work last year.



Would it be wrong to feel sad because someone else is feeling sad too? :l