An extremely awesome night to end the worst week.

So, my brother's girlfriend IM'd me yesterday afternoon,
and it turns out,
he's not moving(:
It just goes to show what prayer might be able to do. All my friends prayed for me about this, and it worked. Never forget, God is good, ALL THE TIME(:

Last night, I went to hear my dad's band with my best friends.
I had an absolute blast.
I made some new friends, and I learned how to line dance. No joke.
But my blogs aren't supposed to be a recap of my life.
So heres some real whining:

I have pretty fun times. I love the nights like that, like at school dances or when we go hear my dad's band, where we dance the night away. But they come on very rare occasion, and I can never decide if that's a good thing or not. If you party nonstop, doesn't it get to be boring after a while? Or is it always fun to have a good time every single day and night?
Although, I do wish nights like this would come more often. My life is so boring, sometimes. I just need to feel like I'm a part of something. When I sing there, everyone seems hooked on me. And then people talk to me. People who don't even know my dad know my name. I love feeling like a part of something...
even if it's in a bar. o.O
If you were me, that would sound normal. I mean I don't drink at all, but I mean when people know me at this place...idk. I know it sounds weird. I'd think it sounded weird, too.

What do you do when everyone is moving?

So I found out the other day, that my brother's moving to Florida.
I don't like him, but I love him, and I don't want him to go anywhere.
I also found out my best friend might be moving.
And my ex-best friend might be moving this Summer. We don't talk much, but I don't want her to move, seeing as we've been friends for eight years.
That's all that's been on my mind. I felt so stupid today in Biology. Let's just say I made a complete idiot out of myself and everyone laughed. Heck, I would have laughed at me. My teacher asked me an extremely easy question with the visual on the overhead and I couldn't answer because of all that's on my mind.
It's impossible right now for me to think about the hug that I give my brother on Sunday will be the last one I ever give him. That's the absolute worst feeling I've ever felt in my life. Ever.
I hate Algebra. I suck at it. I'm in the extended classes, and I still don't get it. I passed my first two terms, though. I hate when I have to go up and show my work on the overhead thing. Because I always have those wrong. And if I have them right, I can't remember how I got the answer.
I hate being called on in class. I could answer a question at just under a college level answer on a piece of paper, but ask me to say it in front of the class, I'll have no idea what to do or say. People think I'm stupid. I can't blame them. I'd think I was stupid, too, if I didn't know myself. (If that makes sense...). I'm actually really smart.
It's weird; ask me to sing in front of a bunch of people, no problem. Ask me to answer a question in front of 20 people in my class, I look like an idiot. It's how I am. And I hate it.

-Olivia Ann McFarland