An answer.
God gave me a (what I’m calling…) a “semi-short-term answer”. I don’t think that makes any sense, but it’s an answer for now, an answer for the summer, I guess.
I’m not going to tell the general public what that answer is, because Cody thinks I should wait to tell him, since God just told me last night. And if he reads this, I don’t want him seeing before he thinks he should. So until he knows, I’ll refrain from talking specifics about it. Unless God tells Cody what He told me.
Work at 4:30 with Jenn. I like working with her the best. Probably because I’m more comfortable with her than with any of the other hosts, since I’m actually friends with her. (I think that was kind of stupid for me to just say… Because of how obvious that was… Oh well.) Anyway. I ate part of a burrito, but I can’t eat any more of it. I don’t know why. Sometimes I have so much peace and I feel really good, but other times, I just feel really bad. When Cody texted me I was kind of surprised. He was telling me that he has my favorite professor that I had last year, cause I really wanted him to have him. I asked him about when he is going up to San Antonio with his mom, and all of that. I felt like he didn’t really wanna talk that much, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to tell him when God gave me an answer of any kind. I asked him to tell me when God tells him anything, and he said he would, but I wasn’t sure if Cody wanted me to do the same. So I told him that God had told me, and that I would tell him when he thinks he should or when he wants to know or whatever.
I felt bad because I didn’t know if he wanted to talk about anything, or if he really wnted to talk at all and that he just wanted to inform me of that professor. I told him that I felt bad, and he told me to stop grubbling over myself. Heh… I guess that made me feel better, but I can’t help it, I worry so much, especially lately with things about him. I just want him to feel the same way I do, I don’t want him to stop. But mostly, more than anything, I don’t want to cause him any more pain or frustration or anything. I want to do my best to make him happy. Or to keep him happy, that is. I don’t necessarily want to be the one that is making him happy, I mean… Of course I do, but as long as he’s happy, about whatever, that is good, and I don’t want to mess that up.
I hope work is good. I’m first cut. What I’d really like is for Cody to come up there. But I doubt he will. I’m a mess. Anyway I should go get ready.
