"Your need for God is never more or less. It is always total and absolute." John Piper

This weekend was so good. I love going home. 


Wore high heels to class today for a presentation. Forgot to bring sandals, so I've been trudging around campus with developing blisters. 


On a more positive note, I'm making a turkey burger with black bean and corn relish for lunch. So excited.

Sitting in 4210. 


Professor is flapping his arms like a pigeon. Get me out of here.

"The only safe rule is to give more than [you] can spare." CS Lewis

Determined to organize my life. Created Google documents labeled "Health and Wellness," "Finances," and "Daydreamer." Accountability is good, right?


In other news, I really want one of these:

Dear Daddy Long Legs,


I stole you from Jean Webster. I'm sure she understands. Sometimes a girl needs a handsome benefactor to talk to (however fictional you may be). 


I hope you don't get the wrong idea. This friendship, however stimulating, is strictly platonic. 


See, I fell in love a long time ago. His name is Cash Rawlings, and he lives between the pages of City Girl. I don't think God Himself could create a man as perfect as the one stealing Reagan Sullivan's heart in Chapter 6.


You should read it. If I could inspire readers to fall in love, I'd move to Barcelona tomorrow to write novels and drink wine all day.


Yours,


Mary K. Staub (the) I

In the last 24 hours, I've eaten nothing but candy. Literally. Candy bracelets, candy buttons, candy roses. By 2 o'clock, my teeth were covered in an inch of corn syrup and artificial coloring. By 8, I was jumping on my bed from corn syrup overdose. Passed out at 11, woke up with a hangover.


I have the self control of a five-year-old.