Moved stuff into my new place. It's coming along pretty good. It's a cute condo... although I keep calling it an apartment. I even bought a bed frame from IKEA, dang those things are hard to put together. Francia and Derrick helped me though.

So a couple of days ago, the day before I went to Irvine, my dad gave me the same lecture on graduation and my classes and the whole no volunteering thing... I don't know what I'm gonna tell him about the Liwanag retreat, now I don't even think I can go. ::sigh::

You know, last years LOG retreat I was scared half the time. Not because of the people or the place or anything like that, but just the whole fact that I didn't know what we were gonna do next. Kinda reminded me of the Days retreat (I was scared that whole weekend too, but there was less down time). I always have this fear that I'm gonna end up doing something I don't want to do, like pray aloud or share... I don't know why sharing scares the crap out of me so much, but it does... maybe it's the idea of sharing something that I don't anybody know about... I mean my life is pretty much a closed book except to a few people, and I mean very few, cause only a couple of people really know me know me... not even my parents fully know me, and I've lived my life not really opening up to people because it seemed like everytime I did as a kid we moved somewhere else and I lost that person... or that nobody really wants to hear my side of things so I just don't bother... ::sigh::