Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Nueva Musica

Aside from my family all teaming up to be ridiculously obnoxious at the same time, my day has been pleasant.

Today I;
spanked my Bio exam
found, not one, but three pennies from my penny fairy
got a sweet pick-me-up from Chels
^ seriously, amazing music blog ^

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

preservation.

Today reminds me of this song, from freshman year of high school I think...

When did I become so numb?
I want to move.
I want to live by the ocean.
I want to be cold and washed by the moon.

I got a letter from my penpal in PA.
His CD enchanted my Tuesday night.
The mundane trip to Walmart for cat litter and conditioner was made magical.
I thought about the fact that there are lives separate from mine going on.
I know, that is obvious, but how amazing that Life is that big?

Rumpus




I love my boys.


Thoughts:
Phillip LaRue
rain
candles
dreams
fires
night walks
letters and pen pals

The sky is bruised, black and blue,
because I beat the stars for you.
You said they shined too bright;
made it hard for you to sleep at night.

Friday, October 21, 2011

November article submission.

We’re…different.

From all sides, secular life is abrasive. Sometimes it feels as though your morality is being scrubbed down with one of those horrible wire brushes. Sometimes it feels more like you’re being pounded by a jack-hammer. People you love and respect pulling on you to make poor decisions, your favorite show taking a turn to the risqué, the beat to that new song is cool except for the raunchy lyrics but everyone is listening to it; sometimes it’s hard to be a sheep in a world of wolves.

Sometimes it’s OK to take time and cry out to God. This is nothing new. Thousands of years ago, when God’s chosen people were trying to make it to their promised land, they were a little nervous about how they were going to get there. And from a secular mindset, they had good reason. They were going to have to cross through borders of enemies and face big, mean, scary peoples who did all the things they weren’t supposed to do. God’s people were going to look stupid. They were going to be outsiders. They were going to smell different, eat different, look different. They worshipped a god who wasn’t on the Top 10. But God told them, ‘don’t be afraid of them, I’m bigger, stronger, faster. I’m fighting for you. Don’t give them a second thought. I’ll get you through this.’ (Deuteronomy 3:22).

Do you ever have moments where it feels impossible? I know that I feel discouraged when we have open discussions about faith in my philosophy class. The same information I hear and marvel at God’s big-ness, they suck Him right out of it. It is as if they can’t see the golden thread of Divinity that is woven through everything known and yet to be discovered. God let me kick this around for a few days before whispering Romans 8:7 to me. With that verse, I felt just a little piece of His heart. The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God, not only does it not submit to Him, it just can’t. This realization is saddening. Once again we are reminded that there is a serious need for us to shine as bright and pure as we can through Christ. How can we do that if we’re blending in with the wolf pack? We need to be sheep-ish, in a biblical way. As the holidays approach, try your best to stay true to Grace. Check your materialism. How is your heart? Remember we are set apart, so we’re going to be different. How different are you?

I love my Volvo

My mom, looking with us (Granddad and I) under my wagon.
Granddad, pointing to the ominous dripping from my transmission.
She's a lady, though.

I love my Volvo.
Sarcasm?
No, actually.
I love her.
Today I cleaned her, and also was shown her "leaks".
She reminds me of the "unclean" ladies in the bible with their, uhm, issues.
I love her, regardless.
I painted her license plate frames.
"John 3:8", my favorite verse,
with a dandelion blown by the wind.

Thoughts;
Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight; why are people telling me to bring toast?
Article deadline today...
Got a haircut!
Need a job.

I am a rose.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

hope

"If I can keep my claws and teeth,
I'll be able to see the other side," said the princess.
"Remember, proud lioness," said the mouse,
"you are but a pussycat."

Thoughts;
Fall
Anouk; kitten nugget
TGIF; thank God for frend
formal lab write ups
The Ambassador looming deadline
movie night

I want some rain, please.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

the weekend of Flats.

Room.
You'd think I wore more jewlery than just my daily-worn locket.

She doesn't smile. But I love her.


I rode my bike to the Buttes Saturday, because I am anti-social and have nothing better to do.
That little voice in my head said, 'hey, you should go home... what if you got a flat out here?'
So naturally I did the mature thing, since I am an adult and a lady;
I shrugged it off and kept going.
WAAAAAAY out in the middle of nowhere, my rear tire dramatically gives up on life.
Only then do I think back to the nudge of a warning I was given.
Well AWESOME.
Now what?
I go through the list of possible saviors.
My mom was working.
My grandparents were out of town.
My friends weren't picking up their phones or were out of town or didn't know how to find me.
Boy was working.
Sister didn't have the key to my car.
Sister's friends all are busy.
Luckily the Boy had a friend rescue me, and by 'friend' I mean hillbilly bumpkin driving a ridiculous truck.
sigh, thank you hillbilly bumpkin, thank you and your ridiculous truck.


I made them cookies, and set the smoke alarm off. I don't think they burned too bad though...

film pictures all weekend.
new camera though.

Thoughts;
Poor bike.
I've been cursing a lot less like the pirate I was last month.
Relient K resurgence!
I'm hungry.
I love my new camera, can't wait to show it to my photo professor (a vintage slr; a Ricoh KR-5).
church was good, I love Pastor David.

Breathing in, breathing out;
I'm alive again.