Two friends in one summer, God? I know that you had a plan for David, and that you were involved every step of the way, but I can't believe that you planned for this to happen to Nick. I can't believe that this is a punishment, or that it was "his time to go." That doesn't make sense. It's got to be a weird twist of circumstance, huh, Lord?

I know he's with you now, God. And I know you COULD have saved him, if things had worked out that way and you had wanted to. And that's enough, I think.

I feel like Shak, Rak, and Benny, only without the song and with more pain.

I talked to a boy! THE boy of the moment!

Hey, it might be a conversation, but at least it's a CONVERSATION.

el es muy lindo, verdad?

I got my Spanish placement, and praise the Lord, it's good--I'm in Spanish 212: Advanced Grammar and Comp. Phew.

On another note, this article is incredible, albeit disturbing. Read it.

http://www.glamour.com/news/articles/2007/08/reallifedrama

Dear Jesus,

Thank you for tonight. You are incredible. I needed refocusing, you knew it, and now I am new again.

I am so free. And I'm going to miss my church a lot.

Please help me find a new place where I can get the same sort of spiritual renewal each week. I love being around people whose desire is to get closer to you.

Thank you for being my church, above all.

I love you. And I love who you've made me to be.

love emily

So, Lolla was amazing. The concert, anyway. The rest of it was definately really fun, but it's been making me think about school. I really like my roommate, Rylee, (although I think Laurie and I would be better roommates...) but the amount of drinking that a lot of the kids were doing just made me pause to consider this coming year.

I don't drink. I'm fine with that, and I'm totally cool with hanging out with people who do... I thought. I guess, though, I never really thought about Emory's policies. If I'm caught with kids who are drinking, and I'm not, I could still lose my scholarship and end up back in erie, ready and rearing to go to Penn State Behrend. I don't want that. More than anything else, I don't want that.

So what does that mean? I don't really know. I'm not going to be that girl who says she's fine with drinking, but as soon as someone pulls out the vodka, she's bookin' out of there. At the same time, however, I will not lose my scholarship. I can't.

So, I need some guidance on that, Lord. But I can wait. I know you have bigger fish to fry at the moment.

I'm a bit nervous about school. Mostly, I'm just excited. I know everything will work out, Lord, and I'm just so blessed to be in this position. I mean, I'm going to college, and it's not Penn State, and I can afford to go.

This, in itself, is amazing.

Lead me where I need to be, God. I'm yours, and I'm excited.