Wednesday, March 30

Pass the sugar, babe

Yeah, so life is quite the definition of "oh heck yeah" at the present. I am on spring break, and boy am I breaking, like freaking hell I'm breaking...

In my opinion a "break" is really a designated amount of time-like a week, or three months- into which you cram every darn thing you possibly can. Who wants to sit on their keister for the entire vacation? Is that really a vacation? It isn't for me. If I were to sit on my buttocks for this entire week doing absolutely nothing but computer, TV, and movies when I go back to school the first thought that enters my mind will be, "Did I do anything cool this vacation? Did I do anything worth remembering?". If I "sluggard" my vacation I won't be able to answer yes to those questions, and I want to answer yes to those questions.

So then, what's going on you ask?
Sunday I had a freaking Easter Feast and a half. Then that night my two buddies Matt and Jesse called me up around eleven asking if I wanted to hang out. That was an enthusiastic "oh yeah!". So we chilled for a while driving around San Diego, windows rolled down, talking and carrying on like highschoolers do, all the while listening to a crazed punk band called "The Matches". Then we headed over to Jesse's house. We busted out multiple bags of peanut M&Ms and ate while we watched the Yellowcard DVD. I ended up spending the night and we hit the sack around 3 am and woke up at about 10 am. Then Matt drove us to Bonita Vista Highschool to pick up his girlfriend. We were all going to go to Mission Valley and hang around the malls, which we did. Jesse shopped around for clothes, Matt went off with his girl, and I headed off to Borders. I bought the book "Watership Down", but I haven't started reading it, I remembered the cartoon, and I remembered it being scary as hell so I decided to pick the book up. Then we found out that "The Matches" were playing a show that night downtown at 7 pm. That was radness. We all needed to be home by 11 Monday night so we had to leave the show early (we were all pissed at whoever invented the cursed curfew). I found myself at my dark doorstep naturally, at midnight, not 11. My mom was pissed the next day.

Tuesday was jam packed. I needed to practice Cello. I hadn't done that for a while and my lesson was the next day. My cello was practiced. It was lunchtime when I finished and my mom came home unexpectedly. I had kind of forgotten that my driver's license test was that day, and in an hour. So we drove off and I practiced parking on a curb. I found myself at the DMV waiting in my car for some mean Arab guy to test me but instead an extremely pissed-bored white chick walked up to my window, "oh great!" I thought. So anyway I passed the test, then drove over to our church's Reformed Book store, bought some books, went to Blockbuster, rented some movies, went home and chilled, but only for a little bit. I had some reading to do.

Today, Wednesday, I had a job interview with In N' Out. The chick who went over my application liked me and told me she would give me a call to set up an interview with the store manager Craig, I said "sweet, thanks" and then drove home, got my Cello and went to my lesson. I found out at my lesson that I had practiced the wrong movement of the concerto I am learning. I said "crap" in my head and did my best to not let my teacher know. Turns out I did a stellar job on it and she was very pleased, especially when we went over the part of the concerto I had practiced. When she found out that I hadn't practiced the right part she told me how disgusting she thought it was that I sight read it so well and how if I would actually practice I could be a genius. Nice! But yeah, don't want to do that too often.

Tomorrow is a new day. I need to study for our Ethics exam on Monday. And I am getting behind in Logic, mostly in the understanding Logic part. Being single and having no commitments or requirements kind of rocks the fun boat at the moment. I like it, I like it alot. Well have a good one and peace out homedogs.

Tuesday, March 22

Christian Pick-Up Lines

1. Nice bible.
2. I would like to pray with you.
3. You know Jesus? Hey, me too!
4. God told me to come talk to you.
5. I know a church where we could go and talk.
6. How about a hug, sister/brother?
7. Do you need help carrying your bible? It looks heavy.
8. Christians don't shake hands; Christians gotta hug!
9. Oh you are cold, Ecclesiastes 4:11.
10. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
11. What are your plans for tonight? Feel like a bible study?
12. I am here for you.
13. The word says "Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry"; how about dinner?
14. You don't have an accountability partner? Me neither.
15. You want to come over and watch the 10 commandments tonight?
16. Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
17. Would you happen to know a Christian man/woman that I could love with all my heart and wait on hand and foot?
18. Nice braclet. What would Jesus date? I mean "do".
19. Do you believe in Divine appointment?
20. Have you ever tried praying at a drive in movie before?
21. (For the ladies) Excuse me, I believe one of your ribs belongs to me.
22. My friend told me to come and meet you, he said that you are a really nice person. I think you know him. Jesus, yeah, that's his name.
23. You know they say that you have never really dated, until you have dated a christian.
24. Yeah, I predicted David over Goliath.
25. What? Friends listen to Amazing Grace in the dark.

Saturday, March 19

Memento

A bed groans with agony as the deadweight lands on its humble mattress after a battle with time why is this happening to me it all seems one thing after another no ending no rest not even sleeping is rest rather another block of time to ponder nothing or not even nothing is pondered pondering nothing is pondering something which is'nt nothing and I come back from a joyful weekend and it is shattered it drops onto the floor actually down the fricking drain and I wish I could tell you to shut up shut the freak up and "take it to God" you walking contradiction take what...In this world of confusion where nothing is really confused He provides help to those who stumble always testing you to take it for granted always challenging you to appreciate the help more than the helper and when you least expect it once again you are asked to rely on the helper but you ask yourself why try to rely on the helper when He will provide help soon enough but soon enough is never soon enough and when soon enough comes its arrival is almost too late resulting in a desperate cling to help only to have it taken away for want of appreciation or for lack of due appreciation I swear it was neither it was neither it was neither yet where did it flee I cannot find it the hell with your desire for "right" you don't even know right where is your help when disdain is the answer to what He gives you...Maybe tonight will result in the rest a human body necessarily requires or so it compels you to think that the future will hold better days go and pass and every one gone by is another that control disappears from and gives way to letting yourself go I don't want to go as for me it's nothing new I have some answers now I understand this now patience is a damn good virtue I just need to close my eyes and don't worry I forgive you I tried so so hard times require desperate measures I just need to close my eyes but it all went down the fricking drain

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