Irony

A person with a gun to their head, we put in a hospital.
A person with a cigarette to their lips, we put 20 feet away from our building entrances.

Just because it's slower, doesn't mean it's not as bad.

Random tidbits

~According to the middle school kids I work with, I'm gay. Because when I have a cup in my hand I have a tendency to swirl it subconsciously (because I do that to my coffee in the morning to mix it better.) I'm not sure what they have found in their extensive amounts of scientific and psychological research that has lead them to this conclusion, but I think they need to double-check their data. (Or just stop calling everyone and their mom "gay".)

~In England the expression "everyone and their brother" (or mom, as I tend to modify it) is "everyone and their dog."

~"Potable": def. suitable for drinking. Good to know. I was thinking that it was an alternate pronunciation of "portable."

~I may actually get an A in Spanish this semester! It would be the only A I've gotten in a college Spanish class. I'm pretty excited!

Calvin and Hobbes

Since I'm in the middle of fighting off a cold/ sinus infection/ whatever it is, I found these quite appropriate and amusing.

Enjoy!

Desks

They say that a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind.

For me, a cluttered desk= a cluttered life. It's rare that my desk-space isn't clear, and when it isn't it's because life is so stressful that I don't have time to keep it organized.

Perhaps it works in the reverse too: if I organize my desk, then maybe my life will become less stressful.

Why yes...

...I DO listen to sermons, do my dishes, and clean my room to relax on a Friday night.

Doesn't everyone?

Optimism?

Well, I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight anyway, b/c of my exam. So this isn't making it much worse than it was going to be in the first place....

A good rule of thumb:

Don't tick off your pharmacist.

"Yeh, I know what about 3/4 of this campus is on...But I won't/ can't say what."

They're powerful, knowledgeable people.

Old habits die hard

I'm trying to stop cracking my knuckles. It's not easy.

Sometimes I just need my space

I need to be by myself. I need to not hear the rest of the outside world. I need to play my music. I need to space out. I need to not think. I need to not worry about everything in the world.

That's not easy in college.

Things of today...

Today I lost the last tiny bit of respect that I might have had for Emily Dickinson. This poem is part of a song we're singing in choir, and once I got past the trippy wording, I realized what it said...hence ruining her for good in my mind.

Gah! This kind of theology is so upsetting. I mean it's right there in Hebrews!

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We had an interesting announcement in choir tonight. CAS (the creative arts society) was have a free pizza and condoms night. Yes, and it's everything that it's name would indicate. They give you free pizza as a draw (though it's hardly necessary...which is the lamentable bit) and they have someone [presumably...i never went, but know people who have] talk about safe sex and the like and then pass around a bag of assorted condoms and you take as many as you like.

I just breaks my heart, quite honestly. To think that one of the most precious things God gave us....and that He said was "very good".....is being so terribly abused.

Sex is for marriage! And for nothing else. You know what it is outside of marriage? Fornication. Once again. Pick up a Bible- it's in almost every single list of sins that are made.

Gah.

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On a happier note- God is awesome. And turns little-to-no practice time into worship that praises Him mightily. 'Tis good.

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I learned something very interesting in pscy class today: so....basic psyc 101 lecture- there are pleasure centers in your brain, to which a molecule called dopamine binds when you experience something enjoyable. (There's a reason why "dope" is derived from dopamine. When you smoke it, it creates more of this molecule which binds to the pleasure centers making you happy/ high.)

People who are easily addicted to things (drugs, alcohol, and most anything you can get addicted to) have more pleasure centers in their brains than the "average" person. So when they ________ (fill in the blank...say, have a drink) they enjoy it more than a "normal" person would. The dopamine has more places to bind to, and you feel happier.

So if you've been addicted to something in the past, you're predisposed to becoming addicted to something else (or the same thing) again.

It's just a matter of psychology.

And we wouldn't be able to overcome any such obstacles without His love, mercy and grace.

It's just the Truth.

Musings of a miscellaneous nature

~Yay for coming to college completely exhausted. I slept so well last night its not even funny. And as I rule I don't sleep well in new places for a few days until I'm acclimated.

~I'm liking my dorm room. It's pretty swell. Kinda the perfect size too; although movable furniture would be really nice.

~It's my second day here, and I went for my first run today. I like that. I missed running. I've always maintained that it's like a shower for your insides- afterwards you feel so clean!

~Hands down I'm an introvert. So why is it that most of the time when I'm in a group I'm the outgoing one?

~I love having an introverted roommate. It makes life so much easier, and my room so much more relaxing.

~God is good. It's going to be a great year. I can feel it!

Hey dol merry dol ring a ding dillo

I'm excited to go back to school. I'm glad that I can finally say that. Glad that I've put my trust in God and put my fears aside. Glad that I've accepted that whatever will happen will happen, and that He has control over it, not me.

Packing today got me psyched. (Although it could have just been the room-cleaning aspect....)

I'm ready to move back in. Ready to re-start dorm life. Ready to live in smaller quarters, with fewer things. Ready to live on a floor, with roommates.

And yet...

I wish that were do-able without leaving my friends. I wish I could mesh the two. Wish that I could say with certainty that I'd see them all before Christmas break.

I mean, honestly. You can't find people this cool anywhere else!

Oh the world we live in...

My friend sent me this link, it's ridiculous beyond reason...

Wikipedia may be normally accurate, but it's got some major issues.

See for yourself....

Nostalga?

I've officially maxed out my bookshelf. The one I got in 4th grade, that I swore I'd never be able to fill.

And in an attempt to clear some space, I attempted a second round of cleaning it out, to donate books I no longer have a use for.

But unlike last time I couldn't get rid of any of them.

At this point, I've got the following shelf organization:
-religion books/Bibles/hymnals....obviously not going anywhere.
-my row o' classics/ books I really want to read at some point- Tolkien, Lewis, and various
-books from high school
-misc- yearbooks, old textbooks that'll be helpful, etc...also staying put.

So, theoretically, I could regain 1/4 of my shelf space if I'd be willing to knock out that 3rd row. Which I thought would be no problem...all the books I wanted to burn all thru high school, I could finally rid myself of.

But apparently it's not that easy. Even though I shuddered to look at the books on the far right (senior year English project books), and all but dropped a book when I recalled the memories of reading it, I couldn't get rid of them. I just can't. They're too much a part of me.

And maybe it has something to do with the fact that I wrote a lot in those books. A lot. And it'd not be too helpful to give them away. All my notes would make it impossible for someone to read.

But there's a part of me that wants to re-read them. Even Silas Marner. And The Old Man and the Sea. (blasphemy! I know!) Partly to re-read my notes. Partly to see what they're like without the pressures of school. Without the obligation of a project. Just to read them for fun.

And yet these books made my life miserable for 4 years...

Is this me just wanting to live in the past? Or just an excuse I'm making to keep some of my worldly goods? Do I just not want to erase the past? Or is there some part of me that just doesn't want to get rid of something I put so much of me into- even though it was too much?

Perhaps it's like my stuffed animals...I needed to be a few years detached from them before I could donate them....

HaHa!

No more of this blog. I am finished w/ it. (For various reasons)

Sorry to those of you who were greatly entertained by it, or were hoping to read it.