Don't you love it when you open up one of your older Bibles and find your two lost Les Mis tickets from last February? Yeah, I do too.

As most of y'all have probably figured out, there's been a lot going on the past couple weeks. A LOT. I've been incredibly fustrated and confuddled (wow...that's such a Ms. Maynor word) by a lot of things. My self imposed November 7 college appliaction deadline isn't helping. Neither is diving...not even just the thought of it. I've been in serious need of a mental health weekend, as Kari calls them. And I thought that was what this past weekend would be. But I was mistaken. Don't get me wrong, I had an absolutely wonderful time. I'll definitely share fun pictures when Sarah sends them to me. But as far as all the issues I've been dealing with, this weekend didn't help. Actually, it made them worse. Not to mention that we didn't marry me off this weekend, like we'd hoped (ummm, yes, that was a joke).
So basically, I'm on the edge of an absolute psychological meltdown. I've been here for several weeks. I just know that it'll happen by Christmas. I know that diving will be the catalyst. And what's sad is, despite my knowing what diving will do to me, I still refuse to give it up.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 2:56 PM