no regrets

this is how the story goes. so my teacher is somewhat unhappy with me, and so i am in a crappy mood thus, i was joking with my aunt that i should start to plan my funeral. well i did and it was actually pretty funny. i was telling her who got what when i die. like rachel and hannah get my bottle caps, shealeen gets my pink relient k shirt and her scrapbooks, josh gets all of my scrapbook stuff for if he ever decides to actually sit down and scrapbook, kristen gets to take anything she wants, clay gets lucy the hacky sack and of course emery-the question, after my clothes lose my scent, take them to mexico, give all of my cds to kristen or kirsi, let the boys divide all of my photos among themselves, divvy out the boxes underneath my bed to each rightful person, kristen gets all of my books, and i think my parents should have everyone sign my hi-tops at my funeral. donate all of my stuff to mexico, have bob church do my funeral, donovan and molly have to sing, (come on these are my last wishes!), marianna gets my dog, and you know, while i want some adults to give ulogies, mostly let my friends, come on, they probably knew me better and have lots more to say. in essence, if i were to die today, my aunt would be able to tell everyone what i needed to say to them. but i really think i have said that to a lot of them. maybe not all of the time. but hey, i die with NO FEARS, NO REGRETS. i'm in christ, i have nothing to fear. you can do anything to my body, but you can't touch my soul, its in the loving hands of god.
until later,
sarah