Thursday, September 30, 2004
This is a link my uncle sent me, asking if I'd to take a shot at designing the new look for the Long Now Foundation. Their philosophy is fascinating.
They want to build a millenium clock.
Some specific sections to check out:
Jenihe, Ninjai, Fred, and Evan, especially... check these out.
Monday, September 27, 2004
I was floored when I read this. God totally did this to me, and I never realized it. I was falling into emptiness, being swallowed from the inside by a darkness I begged God to save me from. This isn't the only explanation for that period of faithlessness, but it sure makes alot more sense now. I kept thinking how God was breaking His promise, because it seemed like He kept Himself at a distance, but really it was just part of His plan.
Man, He's so cool... I swear, every time He makes a good call, I feel like celebrating.
Par-tay time! Bring on the band!
i can't recall havin' sunshine on my face
and all i feel is pain
all i wanna do is walk out of this place
but when i am stuck
and i can't move
When i don't know what i should do
When i wonder if i'll ever make it through
i gotta keep singin'
i gotta keep praisin' Your name
You're the One that's keepin' my heart beating
i gotta keep singin'
i gotta keep praisin' Your name
that's the only way that i find healing
can i climb up in Your lap
i don't wanna leave
Jesus, sing over me
i gotta keep singin'
can i climb up in Your lap
i don't wanna leave
Jesus sing over me
You're everything i need
and i gotta keep singin'
Sunday, September 26, 2004
There were probably no more than thirty people in that sanctuary, leaving about a hundred seats empty (or so). That includes men, women, children, and senior citizens. I guess I was subconsciously expecting the people to be 'small' in proportion to their church, but that wasn't the case. Their faith was big, their passion was big, and most of their youth group (about five people) serve as the worship team there. Right on.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Studying. It actually feels Right, even though I don't enjoy it. It feels good to be doing stuff I have to do, instead of stuff I only want to do, even if the desire to do them (and the resulting satisfaction) is strong. Maybe avoiding the things I have to do makes the things I want to do less satisfying.
I went to Taco Bell for lunch, and I'm really confused about something. If baja is better than supreme (chalupa), then why is it called 'supreme'? Doesn't supreme mean 'the best'?
I gave $3 to this one-legged toothless black guy outside of K-Mart today. He seemed nice, but how can I know that? It's always hard to make that decision. I gave $5 to a guy in Pismo once, and about five minutes later the police were escorting him somewhere. I don't know what to do in those situations. How do I know that guy is going to Boston Market to get their veggies? Maybe their veggies are soft, and the guy did look and sound toothless, but... how can I know? God wants me to be caring and kind towards the poor, the widows, the orphans... et cetera, but how do I know which are poor, and which are lazy con artists who would rather pretend to be good-hearted victims of life's storms than go and get honest jobs?
He said, "God bless you," and I smiled and said "God bless you, man." God blessed him with $3... I hope he didn't notice me as much.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
The other had the voice of an adult black male, and it said, "Hey, cutie-pie... ... *heavy breathing* ... ...I'd like to get to know you."
So I deleted it.
Crap. I'm missing my favorite class.
I jumped out of bed, threw some water on my eyes, threw some clothes on and burst (okay, dragged myself) out of my room. At this point, my hallmate Jesse saw me and said good morning. "morning" I replied, rushing to tie my bandana.
"Going to chapel?" he asked.
"mhejfrnl," I said.
"grbldnuh," I muttered again.
Then I made a break for the stairs. On the way down, I started thinking. Why did he ask me if I'm going to chapel? Chapel never overlaps with classes, and I have Foundations of Christian Life from 9a to 9:50a every MWF...
Foofy. Today is Thursday.
I trudged back up the stairs feeling stupid. Chapel started at 9:30a, so it was good that I woke up, but...
Hold up. I haven't had that class in at least a couple days. When was the last time I was there?
I realized that I had completely forgotten about it yesterday, probably due to lack of sleep. I had gone to my fitness class, gone back to my dorm, and then attended part of chapel, and never even realized that I'd missed class until this morning when I tried to go to it.
Four hours of sleep the night previous. No wonder I was so out of it, but... I freaking forgot my favorite class!!! What is my problem?!
Yeah. Stupid. I don't regret the conversations I had with people, the deepening/strengthening of old and new relationships... but... I am staying up so late, trying to do all the things that are important to me, that I wake up to my alarm the next morning, turn it off and go back to sleep, wake up two hours later, and not remember waking up at all.
But wait... it gets better.
I went to the gym at 12 today for hip-hop, and there was no one there but some maintenance workers. I looked at the clock, I thought through everything again, and I honestly asked myself, Is today a Thursday, or have I been double-mistaken?
I asked the guy, and he told me that all dance classes were canceled today. Well, at leas tthat means I don't have to explain to Heather about my stupidity.
I am so messed up. That's only like the 12th time I've said it since coming here. How is it that everything here is so awesome, yet I'm so crappy? I feel like a weed in a flowerbed. No, wait... what's a really ugly bug that devours everything it comes across? Uhhh.... let's just call it a foofbug. I am a foofbug in a flowerbed, eating all the beautiful flowers and making little poop-piles wherever I crawl.
I must now crawl to class. Please pray for me, that I may build discipline in my life.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
My hallmate says I venture forth onto the campus like a silent, screaming seagull, with my black tresses. And he said something about melancholy and descending like a plague.
Okay, so I was up until 3a last night for some AWESOME reasons. Man, I can't believe how awesome last night was... anyway, I set my alarm for 7:10a thinking I'd get up for my once-a-week 8a class. I r teh stupid. God woke me up at 7:55a (I swear, He's done that like ten times now...), and I got to class just in time to take the quiz, and fail it. I hate myself. But I don't regret last night.
And THEN I went to chapel expecting worship and the Word, and instead I get a bunch of foofy speeches from a bunch of foofy foofies who are running for foofy offices in ASB (whatever that is). I left early. I didn't get credit for going to chapel, but I was kind of proud of not getting credit for THIS chapel.
Weight-lifting was good... it was good to pass some more limits. I lifted (lat pulls) my own weight, only once though. I still think my flexibility is terrible... I may have to do stretching outside of classes.
It's really Çôô£ reading all of the blogs/xangas you guys write. Brandon wandon, your writing rules, and I'm considering making a separate set of pages just for that kind of stuff.
K, all done with random babblings. I'll be working on non-blog stuff tonight...
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
However, the atheist's life was good, he had a well-paying job and a beautiful wife, and his children were healthy and good-natured, whereas the pious man's job was strenuous and his wages were low, his wife was getting fatter every day and his kids wouldn't give him the time of the day.
So one day, deep in prayer as usual, the pious man raised his eyes towards heaven and asked: "Oh God, I honor you every day, I ask your advice for every problem and confess to you my every sin. Yet my neighbor, who doesn't even believe in you and certainly never prays, seems blessed with every happiness, while I go poor and suffer many an indignity. Why is this?"
And a great voice was heard from above...
"BECAUSE HE DOESN'T BOTHER ME ALL THE TIME!"
Sometime last year, Andrew Peterson, a very close (and very, uh, God-seeking) friend of mine asked me about my relationship with Laura Kennedy. I wrote the following letter to him, so that's why it ends with a paragraph addressed to a specific reader. Most of the paranthetical statements are made to you, the reader, and not to Andrew. Hopefully it won't be too confusing.
I should warn you about the mush. You may feel like you're looking at what used to be frozen yogurt, before I let it get lukewarm and spread it all over the web for you to slog through. Skip over stuff if you need to; I won't be offended (much). The main reason I'm sharing this with my friends is because it shows God at work in my life, and that is something I am not only compelled but commanded to do.
Secondly, I want other people to know who Llaura and I are, and why we are. I hope there's something encouraging, amusing, profound in here for you, whoever you are. I am especially hoping that Kiko and the Jay (whoa, sounds like a cartoon...) will be able to relate, and to reflect back to me some of these thoughts and experiences and feelings.
Monday, September 20, 2004
you home for lunch or something?
home for lunch?
I live here.
I live in the dorms.
I was thinking you were in high school
it's been awhile
what year are you right now?
well, I went to a JC for two years, so I've got 44 units, but it's my first year at Vanguard
so, this is your 3rd year out of high school
19 or 20 this year?
beginning of my 3rd year
I turned 18 last month
you must have graduated early from high school
lol that was weird. first I saw the text, and then a few secons later it turned into the smiley
did you skip a grade at some point?
or did you just start school early?
finished 1st and 2nd grade in one year, and skipped senior year
I'm not a genius. I'm a homeschooler.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Today, I went to church with my second cousin Jeremy Triechelt. He's Çôô£. It's been quite a long time since I've spent time with him, since he lives in Irvine. We went to Calvary Chapel.
It was strange. There was a .ppt slideshow before service started that was looping through, and two of the slides said:
1. "Please remember: All cell phones and pagers should be off during service."
2. "Note: If you leave the sanctuary, you are not allowed to re-enter during the service, as is it a distraction."
Cheese. Can't even go to the bathroom or anything... there's something terrorist-y or hostage-situation-y about this church.
They led the most varied selection of songs I've ever heard in one service before. We sang a hymn out of the hymnal (acapella), then the band came up (guitar, keyboard, drums, piano, and string bass!) and led "Blessed Be Your Name," "Let My Words Be Few" (Phillips Craig and Dean), and another hymn, and some other old song I hadn't heard before. And "Create in Me."
The pastor began speaking about the Messiah's mission on earth, and after mentioning the fact that Christ told the disciples that He was the One they were looking for, the pastor made a speech about terrorism.
He spoke almost like a book, but the basic message was, "I cannot begin to fathom what twisted, evil mindset those terrorists must have to commit such atrocious acts of violence and destruction. I am so very glad, that I follow a religion that speaks such commands as, 'Let the little children come to me.'"
He went on and on about how bad terrorists must be, and how he couldn't imagine being that evil, and how he was so grateful that he was so good, I was thinking, "He must be giving us an example of the Pharisee on the street corner. 'Oh God, thank You that I am not like that sinner over there.'"
I let myself half-doze just a tad. This church wasn't exactly like the Nazarene place I went with Llaura's family a few weeks ago, but... I dunno. It seems like either 1) they're in a transition phase, in terms of staff and beliefs and practices and traditions, or 2) they are trying to appeal to several groups of people all at once, and thereby failing to present a true and pure doctrine.
Oh, well. Jeremy and I went to Norm's, which was like a half-hour wait, so we went to Benihana's, which was closed until 3p, so we went to the gas station, and then to National Sports Something-or-Other where there were TV's and speakers in every freaking corner. Their onion rings were soft, but the patty melt wasn't bad.
We might go to a movie with Ryan (my other second cousin, and Jeremy's first cousin) tonight. I mentioned to Jeremy: "You know, it's freaking me out how similar you and Ryan look."
He laughed, and replied, "I'd say, go look in a mirror. I think we all look the same."
o.O Right. Except they're not bad-looking. *shrug*
Will someone please tell Danny that there is no such thing as Mr. Yarbles?
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Life is grood.
But now I'm hungry. I missed brunch, so it's a choice now between water and poptarts, or waiting until 4p for the manicotti (sp?) and Swedish meatballs over white rice. Life is full of tough choices...
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow: extremely entertaining, but the quality was, how do you say... craptastic? I mean, I'm the kind of guy who likes to ask questions like, "why is her make-up still on after falling in the water?" and "how did that airplane shoot a harpoon/grappling-hook out of a previously hidden compartment, thereby attaching itself to some scaffolding and making a perfect 180° turn without losing any speed or compromising structural integrity?" or how about "how did that man tackle a 15-foot metal robot into the ground without hurting himself?"
If I had written down all the questions of that type, I would have had a nice term paper. Heck, if I had somehow gotten ahold of all the answers to those questions, I would've been able to publish a nice novel!!! The movie is so full of holes (interesting concept, huh?) and inconsistencies and mistakes that about a third of the way through, it was just getting too hilarious, so rather than getting bogged down- no, buried in the avalanche of flaws, I just enjoyed myself.
Rabbi Evian, go see it. It may be inspiring.
Friday, September 17, 2004
I had something else to post. I've forgotton OH yeah. I'm going to take voice lessons. They require auditions for just about every musical group here, and I can only read flute music at this point, so yeah... I'll be learning to sing. And lead better. I'm happy.
I swear, I could spend all day talking about it. It's like reading a book you've never read before but thought you had. It's like meeting a close friend for the first time, and realizing how far away you are, how close you could be. It's like discovering that you're more than you thought. It's like looking inside your refrigerator, expecting it to be empty, but instead you open the door and discover a secret tunnel that leads to some exotic place that seems vaguely familiar and yet entirely new to you; and instead of finding like two week-old macaroni noodles, you find not only a buffet, but an entire world that you had no idea existed.
It's My Story.
It's really yours, too. Actually, it's everyone's, whether they're aware of it or not. Ultimately, it's God's Story. He's writing each scene, creating all the characters, making cameos (sp?), and even giving us the free will to shape our own sub-stories inside the bigger scheme.
"Yeah, yeah... the grand scheme of things. We get it, Isaiah." Well, normally I'd believe you, but not this time, because this is a story you've never heard before. This is a story, the Story of Life, Love, and Laughter, of the ultimate Hero and the most ancient Villain. This Story is of faith, betrayal, justice, and mercy. In this Story, mighty angels are merely messengers and servants, compared to the really important characters...
...and those really important characters happen to be you guys.
"Right, right... free will. We get to decide what to do. Kinda like R. L. Stine's books, where you choose your own ending." Okay, well... sort of. Not really. Maybe a little bit. Free will is much simpler, and much more vast, far more significant, than you may have thought up to this point. According to the Story, anyway.
"Jeez, alright already! Tell us this freaking story so we can stop wondering about it, and get on with more important thoughts!" Patience! I know you're all on the edges of your seats (respectively, not collectively), so I'll try to satisfy you with some tidbits. See, I haven't actually written this Story from my own perspective yet. I mean, you could read it as it is right now, but it would be difficult.
So, I'll get to work on that. Here are some glimpses:
Our Story: Chapter 1
Our story does not begin with a dilemma, as some storytellers have said. This story begins with Life, Love, and Laughter, even before mankind was around at all. The beginning was Joy... Ecstasy. Perfection. There were no cars, no animals, no diamonds or compact discs or political struggles. There was only Community. Relationship. A dynamic, yet peaceful existence that simply... Was.
Our Story: Chapter 2
Then there was more. Light, ferrets, bananas, sound, eucalpytus trees, you name it. But these things weren't all that important in the Story. Far more important was the beginning of Mankind, the climax of creation, the extension, expansion, and expression of the perfect Community that had already existed for eternities past...
...when God Himself walked with Us, in the cool of the evening.
There's my dragon, Kaizer. Do I say that too often? Lemme know, if I do. And let me know if you've heard this Story before.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
But then began the complete madness.
First, the play at Clovis High had auditions, and Jessica got a main part. I play a police officer, but all I do is walk in, beat up someone, then leave. So I don't have to be there that much, while Jess has to be at every practice, thus, no worship for her. Then Carrie tells us that she can't be there on Tues. anymore because she has choir practice. Poop. So we decided to move it to Wed., but Jessica says that she can't do it then because she has dance practice. Double poop. On top of that, I've been busy every single wed. except for last, so we've had 1 practice all together since you left, and nothing has gone right. We'll figure it out, but until then, poop.
Lemme share one of my beliefs with you: "To err is human."
Heard it? How about the second part:
"To forgive is Divine."
And of course, the third part, the one I wish didn't apply to me so much...
"To make the same error repeatedly, is stupidity."
But I haven't been stupid today. Yet.
I'm very glad I got up. Had a good breakfast with Jesse (scrambled eggs and white rice and boiled eggs and fruit and tater tots), and went to a good chapel with Jesse. Finished my homework just now.
Dang, I thought I had more news than that... oh, well. Maybe after hip-hop, literature, and New Testament.
Rabbi Wade, you need to post something about how the worship team is doing.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
(What is faugh? I guess it means the same as "patooey" and "yuck" and "blech" and "ugh" and "agh" and "eeewww.")
Due to extenuating circumstances, Llaura was unable to call me until 1:40a this morning. We talked until 3a, and I enjoyed it immensely, moreso because of the relationship than because of the subject matter (although we do have some great discussions that are great in and of themselves).
Yeah, I was so happy when I went to bed last night. Even before picking up the phone, I had set my alarm for 7a, which is the earliest I get up during the week because I have a once-a-week class at 8a on Wednesday. So I scooted my alarm clock closer to my bed, and slept.
I do not remember waking up at 7a, turning off the alarm, and going back to sleep.
I do remember waking up at 8:30a or so and thinking, "Crap, I missed my once-a-week class. I hate myself." And then I fell asleep again.
I also remember waking up at 10a, and thinking, "Crap-for-crap, I missed foofing chapel. I hate myself again."
This time, I didn't go back to sleep, because I also realized, "Crap-for-freaking-crappy-crap, I missed my favorite class of all time!!! DIE, SELF!!!!!!"
Yeah. And then I got up, showered, and vehemently exerted myself in the weight-room.
I hate me. I hate my science class which starts in half an hour and ends four hours from now.
Cuss-word. I know poop occurs, but why do I always have to step in it, deliberately???
My number one priority is to shine a light on Rabbi Wade's efforts to help obscene Neanderthals back up their prejudices with "scientific" proof. At the risk of sounding a tad redundant, let me add that I frequently talk about how Rabbi Wade descends from a long line of besotted troglodytes who like to scrap the notion of national sovereignty. I would drop the subject, except that when one examines the ramifications of letting him strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love, one finds a preponderance of evidence leading to the conclusion that he likes pronouncements that erode constitutional principles that have shaped our society and remain at the core of our freedom and liberty.
Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that he commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions, because that makes it easy for him to give money-grubbing nymphomaniacs far more credibility than they deserve. It is clear from what I have already written that I appreciate feedback and other people's views on subjects. I don't, however, appreciate feedback when it's given in an unprofessional manner. So, sorry for being so long-winded in this letter, but Rabbi Evian Wade III hates, with a pure and perfect hatred, all those who tell you a little bit about him and his self-righteous convictions.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Monday, September 13, 2004
One thing that's really standing out right now is the fact that God is alive. Sometimes there are coincidences in life that make us wonder, "Did God see that happen? Did He do something to arrange it that way? Was it a God-thing?" Well, I didn't even ask those questions this past weekend. I knew it, for sure. I usually doubt everything unless there's a lot of concrete evidence. I'm the kind of guy you can argue with for hours and get nowhere because I'm so stubbornly, logically practical.
This weekend, I felt different. I can list out for you a dozen things (easily!) that I know God did, directly, just since Saturday morning. I could give you two dozen more if we went back a few weeks before that. I'm overwhelmed in that way; it's hard not to say anything.
Being at college here has been really... transforming. It's a completely new experience, and I'm not talking about the menu or the dorm life. I'm talking about my purpose, my beliefs, and my life. It's been amazing, it really has. My mind has rarely ever been this clear; my spirit, rarely ever this nourished. And I know for a fact that my heart has never had a stronger beat than it has had since God put me here in southern California.
If I had limitless amounts of time and energy (mental, emotional, physical), I would write each and every one of you a ten-page letter. LoL Being a freshman in college, though, I think if I asked a genie to fulfill that particular wish, he would say it counts as all three of my wishes. I can't write everyone about everything I want to, but I can at least speak to you briefly before I go to bed. When I say "you," I am referring to the circle of friends still living in Fresno (mostly!), of whom I have recently been reminded. This is for you.
To Alissa Rose Kennedy~
Greetings, once again, from someone who used to be a strange question mark, from your perspective. Maybe even from mine. ~_~ After talking with Llaura, and being touched by God Himself, I cannot help but say thank you for our relationship.
I see my life as a set of choices and opportunities. I think the majority have been badly handled, but the few things I have done Right, have had a far deeper impact than I ever could have dreamed. God has really taken the few tiny, misshapen seeds I've clumsily planted and nourished them until they towered high above me, further than I could ever hope to climb on my own, further, even than I can see, I suspect. It's not my intention at all to boast about the effects of my actions, but rather, I rejoice in the things God has done through my feeble, unskilled efforts.
One of the seeds God has nourished has been my friendship with you, and so I want to thank both you and our Father for making it happen. I have not the slightest doubt that God meant for us to meet, and intends for us to continue in community with Him, and with each other.
May He bless you even more abundantly than He already has, as you continue to deepen your relationship with Him.
To the Bixler family~
This letter will be the most brief of all letters on this page, yet the brevity does not indicate any lack of gratitude and thankfulness towards our God. Of all my friends, you have been the firmest, brightest, most constant examples of spiritual maturity I have ever known. Yes, all of you, each of you, has shown me what the Holy Spirit does to a person willing to be changed, willing to be transformed by the renewing of their mind. I admire your Godly character more than you know. You are all devoted worshippers of God in spirit and in truth, and I would be spiritually blind not to see that in you. I thank God for my relationships with you, and pray that He would give me more time with you in this life.
To Jeremiah, Brandon, Alex, Ben, Evan, and Garrett~
I swear on the sword of my father Domingo Montoya, I am both happy
and taking a hip-hop class. I wish I could explain everything to you. Or, rather, I wish you could have experienced what I've experienced these past three weeks. I miss all of you.
You should know that I've always known that you guys are too cool for me. No, I'm serious. I don't smile when I say that. Take it literally, word-for-word; I honestly feel the way Strongbad does when he hangs out with Senor Cardgage. "Oh, man, he's so cool... Say somethin' else!" It's another blessing God's given me that I have friendships with all of you; I don't deserve any of the enjoyment in life that has come as a result of me knowing you.
Jeremiah, I know it sounds stupid, but I have valued you as a friend and even (sometimes) a role-model ever since I met you. You've had leadership characteristics long before you became a marine, even if those characteristics are not obvious and up-front, as some others are. I have admired your strength and passion and energy since Northside. I hope you know that I'm blessed to know you, and to be known by you.
Brandon, it bugs me that I did not take more initiative to get to know you, when I still lived up there. Whenever I hear your name mentioned, I think to myself, "I never spent enough time with him." =D I don't think you ever had reciprocal thoughts, so maybe this surprises you. Well, I should've told you earlier, and I should've done something about it. If there's anyone I want to get to know better in the future, it's Brandon Scott. I wish you a life full of God's presence and blessings, as you move closer and closer to a different stage in life, and I have every confidence that God will use that time to shape you into the Godly man it's obvious you want to be.
Alex, believe it or not, I admire you for being quiet and strong and laid back all at the same time. I admire the way you respect others, especially Llaura, and I'm really grateful that you put up with how annoying I am. Your sense of humor sometimes throws me off a little, and I consider that as much a blessing as any other blessing. I just pray that God would continue to bring you into contact with people who will benefit from your example and your personality.
Ben, it's been awhile, hasn't it? but I haven't forgotten our two-person campaign, the one guitar lesson you gave to me and the one flute lesson I gave to you, the nods of acknowledgment as I walk (often unannounced) into your house to fix your computer (i.e. plug it in), or to borrow a book or CD, or to ask you a question about music or d&d or whatever. Junior camp was a great experience, as was that one overnight party at Clovis Christian a few years ago. I'm honored that you would consider me a friend (at least, I think you do!), and hope that we can still hang out and enjoy the more noble pursuits in life (LOL) together every once in awhile. And by the way, you probably won't understand this or even believe it, and it sounds cliche, but take it from someone whose faith has been ripped to shreds and then rebuilt even stronger than before: God has a specific plan for you, and though the past may indicate that the ""Christian life"" of today is not the life for you, the Life that God offers you is more real than anything else you could ever experience or attain or accomplish.
Evian, honestly. You are proof to me that God has a sense of humor, because no mere human could have ever created yours. Laughing with you (or at you; either one works) is something I miss almost as much as singing with you. Quotes are pretty fun, too. If I couldn't be Isaiah anymore and I had to pick someone else to be, you would be my first thought for a candidate. I can tell that even when life doesn't go the way you plan, or the way you want, you still enjoy being alive, and that enjoyment is the same feeling I have when you and I hang out, whether we're worshipping God or reciting Strongbad's lines or making fun of Jesus videos. I hope and pray that God will fill your life with joy, excitement, and a passionate motivation that keeps you going in the direction He's leading you, even when you're not sure what that direction is.
Garrett, last, but not least. Do you know what it felt like to have Andrew Peterson leave? I thought the band was going to fall apart. I thought there would be no one leading worship for the teens at Clovis Christian. But somehow, you stepped in and filled the gap. That's only one of the many blessings I've experienced as a result of knowing you. Mexico trips have been awesome. When you're smiling, I have to smile, too. I have no choice, and I'm glad that it's that way. Do you remember what we talked about that one night, on the most recent Mexico trip? Do you remember discussing beliefs? Well, I want to tell you that the past two years (or so... it's blurry and hard to analyze) for me have been the darkest years of my life, simply because I didn't know what to Believe. If God loves me, then I have every reason to rejoice, to strive, to press on towards the goal. If He doesn't, then I can either commit suicide, or drag myself through life hoping to find something worth living for, a goal with pressing on towards. That night in Mexico, I didn't know if God loved me, and that feeling is the darkest, most empty feeling I've ever felt. But some very significant things have happened to me, have been revealed to me, since then, and I speak with all possible passion and confidence when I say that God is constantly seeking to walk with you as closely, as strongly, as passionately as possible. His desire for you to know and love Him is bigger than you can know, but that's not a bad thing. We may never know Him fully, but we are called, indeed we are created to know Him truly. God is guiding you even now, as you read this, into situations that will cause your faith, your hope, and your love for Him and others, to grow. So be firm in the belief that despite your doubts of the past or the present or even the future, God will never stop pursuing you, never stop leading you. Seek Him with everything you've got, and never stop for anything. You will not regret.
To Llaura Noelle Kennedy~
Christ tells us that the most important thing we can ever do is Love God, and Love others. Ever since my first relationship ended, I have been asking God what Love really is. Through 1 Corinthians 13, and through my relationship with you, and through His relationship with us, I have begun to learn.
1 Corinthians 13
1 If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
I could sing the sweetest serenade ever to be heard by womankind. I could offer eloquent words of affection and passion, but if I did not love you, it would all be worthless.
2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
Should I ever predict the future, or grasp the meaning of every symbol and the answer to every question, or if I were ever to bring someone back from the dead simply by perfect faith, I would still be worthless, without love.
3 If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Take everything I own, down to my greyscale wardrobe and tupperware of sentimental miscellany; sacrifice my body to save yours, or to save all mankind, and I will still be worthless without love.
4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant
5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6 it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth.
7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.
9 For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part;
10 but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end.
11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways.
12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.
13 And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
My most motivated pursuit, my greatest passion, my highest goal, my ideal self: is love. And because my relationship with you expresses all those things and more, because God turned me completely around to be with you, because you are to me a receiver and doer of God's word, and because you live in the enjoyment of His love (and of mine, which comes from Him), you are...
cheese, I don't even know what you are, besides Llaura. Look, I just want you to know that even as messed up as I am, I Llllove you, with heart and soul and mind and strength. I did not truly know the meaning of "God's blessings," nor of the Love described in 1 Corinthians, until I began my journey with you; and as I continue down this path, I learn more and more, I am amazed more and more. Perhaps God will eventually send us different ways. Who can know, except God Himself? I will never fully understand the wisdom of His planning, and His timing, but I know this for sure. If God grants me the extreme, divine privilege of knowing you and loving you for the rest of our time on earth, I will never know any greater blessing in my lifetime. You are undeniable evidence to me, that Love truly is "the greatest of these."
God bless you all.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
I checked the meal hours, and for Sunday, dinner is from 6p-7p (according to the website). So I went down to the caf just now (after my short but sweet nap), and they were closed. There was a piece of paper taped over the Sunday hours. It said 5p-6p. That paper has been there for several days. I've walked past it a dozen times at least. I never noticed it because it was never important (I've never had to worry about what time dinner is on Sunday). Now I'm stuck with pop tarts. Pop tarts are good. Pop tarts are not very filling. Don offered to take me somewhere to get food, but I told him I'd already spent enough money this weekend. ^_^ Yay-hoo for me. I'm hungry.
On my way out of lunch, I passed by it again, and this time, I only made it three steps before I was inexplicably (at least, I couldn't put it into words at the time) pulled back towards the booth. It felt like taking a really tight turn in my Supra, except it wasn't a physical feeling. I literally groaned (quietly) as if I were a child being told to go do something I know I'm supposed to do, but had semi-subconsciously allowed to not get done. That was the feeling I got.
"Hi," I said to one of the guys standing there. "I was walking right past your stuff here, but something turned me around and pulled me back here, so I think I'm supposed to check it out."
"It's probably Jesus," the guy said, smiling as he handed me a few pamphlets. He then explained that Mariners was looking for volunteers to help lead junior-high and high-school small groups. There would be an overnight event at the Marriot hotel in Irvine this Saturday, if I wanted to come and check it out, get some training, get involved, etc. I thanked him and went back to my room.
Next day, I noticed the flyer still sitting on my desk where I had tossed it and almost forgotten about it, and I thought, "That was really weird. I wanted to walk past it; nothing really caught my eye." But though I may not have been interested at first glance, I had definitely seen the words "volunteers" and "small groups" on the board they had set up. I decided to pray and see what happened.
I ended up e-mailing the event coordinator and signing up. At that point, my thoughts were, "I need to be serving down here. Not only that, but I need to find a church that needs me, or at least a church that can use me. Maybe I'm being led here." I got it all worked out. I was surprised that the event was totally free, considering the free meals and stuff that the flyer mentioned. Plus staying at a hotel.
All that was left was for me to find a ride. Well, I forgot about that part until the night before, and the one person I was comfortable asking had gone home for the weekend. So I actually considered riding my bike. I found a map, and asked a few people online how long they thought it would take to bicycle to this hotel.
Interestingly enough, one guy had asked for my screen name earlier that day, and he was online, so I asked him about it. "ask your hallmate for a ride" he said. I told him my situation, and he goes, "jesse will take you"
Jesse is the roommate of the person I would have felt comfy asking for a ride from. "I already asked him what he was doing tomorrow morning. He said sleeping in."
The reply: "omg the bum ill talk to him"
I noticed the message too late to prevent it, so Jesse stuck his head in my dorm room just as I was about to get up. "You need a ride tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but aren't you sleeping in tomorrow?"
"...not if you need a ride..."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"...no, but... you need a ride."
So he took me. Got up at 8:30a for me, and drove me to the Marriot in Irvine. We got to listen to Burlap to Cashmere (diggidy diggy dime!), and I was very grateful, so I gave him money to buy himself breakfast on the way back. I had to force it on him, but he took it.
I walk into this hotel, which is about 18 stories high. It looks like a freaking mall, except ritzy, and quiet. And dimly lit. And there are people standing around just waiting to answer my questions. And they had a Kinko's and Starbucks on the lobby floor. Sickening.
"Hi, I'm here for the church event."
"Which one, sir? We have three churches here today."
Three?! "Wha- . . . uh, Mariners."
"Ah, yes. Down this hallway, third banquet hall on the left."
So I got connected with the group and stuff. We spent the first CRAP!!! I had the schedule in the black folder they gave me, and I left it at church, or in my ride's truck or something... DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT!!!
Well, there go a few paragraphs of my blog. You're probly happy, though. I'll summarize. We had some verynice pastries, and orange juice, and then... oh, I almost forgot this part. This last spring, I went to Mexico on a missions trip, and happened to run into my second cousin Ryan Buchanan, who I NEVER see anymore at ALL. It was good to see another Filipino, especially in Mexico.
Yeah, so I'm coming back to my seat with my pastry in hand, and this guy taps me on the shoulder. "Hey," he says as I turn around.
"Hi," I reply, thinking he's just saying 'hi' because he recognizes me as a new person. I only half-turn to give him a half-wave, then turn back around to go to my seat.
"Hey!" he says, this time a little annoyed. I turn back around
"Hi- AH!!! What-!!! AH!!! What the heck are you doing?!?!?"
It's Ryan, again. You've got to be kidding. I thought I was going to know nobody here. I wasn't too worried about it, since I'd come just to serve, but all the same... it was wild.
So he and his friends and I hung out for the rest of the weekend. They all wore black (mostly), they all ragged on each other all the time, they all made stupid random comments when they thought no adults were listening, and they all made "you are one" and "your mom" jokes. All of them. It ruled. Two of them played guitar. We roomed together. Ryan found some Spongebob head stickers somewhere, and we started putting them on top of the heads of people and animals in this California Living magazine that was in our hotel room (906). Each sticker had Spongebob's head with a different expression, like him pulling his bottom lips over his top lips, or him looking embarrassed or confident or happy or sad or frightened... it was so great...
I ended up helping with the junior-high staff. We all had to use weird stuff like vegetables and pipe cleaners and glitter and play-doh and markers crayons scissors tape glue and other stuff, to make a representation of an ideal junior-higher, or what a jh'er would become after a year or two of being minstered to. It was very weird. Especially the vegetables. We had to write down what everything meant... for example, one jh sculpture had a tiny candy-corn pumpkin stuck halfway into his play-doh stomach, and that symbolized the bearing of fruit in Christ. There were little slinkies, too. The jh pastor used the weird jh sculptures for his lesson this morning.
We all went to this place called El Torito's for dinner (the little bull). The food was great overall. I just didn't order the right stuff. I should've gone for the shrimp... man... the molten chocolate cake was good, though.
The hotel ruled. The pool was half-indoor, half-outdoor. The spa was rather spacious. The acoustics in the indoor half of the pool were good for singing and playing guitar, which is how I met this other guy named Ben. He was playing some worship songs, so I got out and started harmonizing with him. Pretty soon we had a bunch of other people singing along, even some girls in the spa who weren't part of the Mariners ministry.
The guy's voice and guitar skills are really good. We received several compliments about how we sounded awesome together, so I gave him some info and we might hang out this week to jam. Unfortunately, we got kicked out of the pool area when it closed at 11p, but fortunately, one of my roommates (not Vanguard) played guitar also, so he borrowed Ben's guitar and we went in search of a place to play that wouldn't disturb anyone.
Ryan suggested the roof, and I was all for it since the hatch was open and everything, but the guitar player didn't feel good about it, so we were on our way to our rooms when we passed the door of "The Lounge," which is on the very top floor (have to be on top floor to get to the roof).
I was against playing in there, because there was obviously a party going on in the downstairs section of it, and the two levels weren't really closed off from each other. But while we were arguing about our options, this lady came over and introduced herself and asked what we were doing. We explained that he had nowhere to jam, so she offered us the top level and told us she would tell the 61-year-old man who was having a retirement party thrown for him that there were some kids from Mariners church wanting to sing some worship songs somewhere where they wouldn't disturb or be disturbed. Turns out she and her husband were Christians, too, so she even came up and listened to us for awhile.
I can't believe how much I sang last night. I must've sung around thirty-to-thirty-five songs last night, counting repeats. A few were from communion, which everyone had together... the other 30 were divided between Ben and the guy who borrowed Ben's guitar. Ryan sang with us alot, too.
Eventually some official lady found us, and told us we weren't allowed on the 16th and 17th floors. Something about a concierge. When she found out we were from Mariners, she said we were welcome to continue in the lobby, next to the piano. By that time, though, the guitar player was exhausted. We all had to leave the hotel by 7:30a, too. So we went to bed.
I had trouble falling asleep, and I woke up in the middle of the night at least once. When I woke up and saw 6:35 on the clock, I decided to get up early and avoid being 'alarmed,' which turned out to be fortunate because six different alarms woke everyone else up. Two cell phones, two phone calls, and two alarms from the alarm clock because the Shooster pressed snooze the first time. We call him the shooster because his last name sounds like "shoe."
As a result of showing the night previous (go me), and getting up a tad early, and not being a lazy bum, I went to breakfast alone, which I enjoyed. I'd been told to go the "Elements" cafe downstairs in the lobby, and put it on the Mariners Church tab. Except, the guy in charge strongly suggested we didn't get the buffet. He said to grab something small and quick so we could be at church on time.
So I walk into this cafe to "grab a bite," and it's at least as nice as the nicest restaurant I've ever been in before that. Try to picture it: me, walking into this cafe about to ask for a muffin or cereal or something, and a well-groomed, well-dressed waiter says, "Breakfast for one?"
As my siblings used to say, "sheeshtubeefy!" (It means cheese.)
So I got this cool nook-in-the-wall-type table, which made me feel like some kind of hitman waiting for word from the boss... and I ordered the french toast. It was $10, and the orange juice was like $3.50 or something ridiculous like that, but they were all excellent quality (most perfect set of bacon strips I've ever had, and the french toast is second only to the Rainforest Cafe, in my opinion), and I had already decided to pay for it all with my own money, rather than put another $14 on the church's tab. Holy crap, how do they freaking pay for all this?!
Forgot a part of the story: I actually picked up the flyer for this thing last week. I remember thinking God might be leading me to a church down here, so I asked my RA to find me a ride to Mariners last Sunday. He did that, and I did go, and I swear, the church is a mall converted into a church. There were at least a hundred junior highers this morning. It's a rather large church. And it's a rather wealthy church. The technology and buildings and the new stuff they're working on made it very obvious. They have a gift shop/bookstore/cafe thing where I found internet access! I was happy.
Anyway, I'd already been to Mariners once, so I left the hotel this morning knowing a little of what to expect. It was cool to kind of help out with the kids.
Does anyone remember the brief mention of a sparring group down here? It's in an earlier post. Yeah, those guys invited me to this big thing at a park in Mission Viejo, and that was today. The leader of the branch of this sparring group (which has branches and sub-branches (twigs??) in like forty states) was supposed to pick me up between 11a and 11:30a.
I waited. I walked back and forth between the parking lot entrance and the central courtyard area at least five times. I waited for about an hour and a half. Finally I found the computers in the cafe and checked my e-mail. Apparently he never even noticed (or he forgot about) the map I had sent him. "hey isaiah, just making sure about tomorrow... if I don't get a map or phone number from you by about 10am, I'll just go on ahead to dag" (that's Dagorhir, the group, which is taken from Sindarin and means "Battle Lords") "so talk to you later."
Crap-for-crap. Oh, well. I explained to him that I'd already sent him the map like last week, but that I should've double-checked. I had mentioned to my friends in passing (while searching the church grounds for my ride to Dagorhir) that my friend wasn't showing, and they said they'd give me a ride back to Vanguard if I needed one, but by the time I had found out about not going to spar, the ones who could give me a ride had already left.
God led me to this guy, though, who overheard a conversation I was having with someone who was related to the person who had said he might be able to give me a ride back. He was heading towards Costa Mesa anyway, so he gave me a ride. We talked about some stuff that was definitely a strong confirmation of a Spirit-led weekend, so I was very happy with that.
And here I am. I've decided not to be a jh leader at Mariners, at least not this semester. I have several reasons, but the main one is I don't believe God wants me to do it. Not right now. I definitely believe that God knew exactly what He was doing when He arranged everything for my weekend. I learned alot, and had a great time. He is definitely active.
Thus the title of this post. Comment or die. (just like poor Heliotrope)
EDIT: Forgot to say, I didn't remember to turn in my room key. It's my souvenir, now. ^_^
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Once upon a time, there was a young muskrat. His lustrous fur coat was unmatched by any other muskrat in the swamp. Every morning, this young muskrat (whose name was Heliotrope) would go the the wateerfall near his den, and bathe in its cool, crystal waters.
On one such morning, as Heliotrope was singing and scrubbing and gargling in the water, something caught his eye. It lay on the other side of the pond, a place where Heliotrope had never gone before. It was sparkling and glittering almost as brightly as Heliotrope's precious fur coat.
As soon as he had finished his shower, he swam across the pond (keeping an eye out for dangerous shoals and sunken pirate ships) and began searching through the tall grass for the enchanted twinkle he had spotted.
Heliotrope suddenly saw a small glimmer out of the corner of his eye. As he parted the thick foliage...
the RAZOR BLADES CAME AND THEY CHOPPED THROUGH HIS WRIST AND THE BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE AND HE CHOKED ON HIS OWN BLOOD WHEN THE RAZOR BLADES CAME AND MAULED HIS LUNGS AND HE GURGLED HIS LAST DYING PLEA FOR HELP AS THE RAZOR BLADES MUTILATED HIS BLOODY SKULL!!!!!!!!!$%#^&&$%^(#%!!!!!!!
...but his fur coat was still the most beautiful.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
I've been unable to publish any posts since the latter half of yesterday, but it seems to be working now. Just wanted to let you guys know that I was not hungry at all when I walked into the caf to get some apple juice today. I was going to totally skip every item on the buffet.
They served patty melts.
We just started maxes in the weight room today.
Bitter Lady Pain.
Plus, I'm running on fumes... I definitely got much less sleep than I needed. Science is going to be a disaster (three and a half hours).
Oh, hey. Don't forget to check out the Silent Hour forum today, if you haven't already.
Monday, September 06, 2004
Just jokin'... everybody's had at least a few really good quotes in their time, whether those quotes were recorded or not. Well, apparently, there's something called a "ballocke" that is kind of like a quote, except the name is not recorded. Sometimes the initials are, but not always. Anydangway, read this list of ballockes, and if you don't at least let out a little *giggle* or *teehee*, let me know, so I can beat some [non]sense into you.
"I was so surprised I did a complete 270!"
"They gave me one of those decapitated coffees"
"When is this New Year’s Eve thing happening?"
"She went into the garden and found this poor donkey - completely emancipated"
"The days of getting a foot in the door have gone out of the window"
"What time did this clock stop?"
"You talk about weeks as if they were really precise things"
"We’re splitting a fine tooth-comb here"
"Most people are below average intelligence"
"What would be a good source of power for a torch other than batteries? Solar Power?"
"And we’re going to have t-shirts printed up with the client’s name embezzled on the front"
"It's a case of making corn while the sun shines"
"Its better to fleece the back end of a sheep than all of it"
"We feel that we’re being made an escaping goat"
"Yes, we don’t want to rub their nose up the wrong way"
"I am feeling a bit weird, I fell asleep about ten minutes ago for half an hour"
"You were there until the time you left, is that true?"
"How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?"
"Did he kill you?"
"Were you present when your picture was taken?"
"Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?"
"How many times have you committed suicide?"
Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?
Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?
Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
Q: Did you check for breathing?
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?
A: It is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.
Q: This myasthenia gravis-does it affect your memory at all?
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?
"Neil Diamond – wasn’t he the first man on the moon?"
"I can smell it in my bones"
"I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been driving along with a map in one hand, mobile in the other and steering wheel in the other!"
As Strongbad would say: Problematic. But really funny to watch. Comments?
Well, I guess I'll have to put a halt on my creativeness, and give the people what they want. Sighhh. Art is dead. Anyway, Tom said he might play it on sunday, but I wasn't there because I was camping in the nature. So this anger might be all in vain, but it sure felt good. Verve was good, but we only got to play Halo for like 30 min. That's not even enough time to get a decent head shot on Garret. But Tom's talk was good, and long, but that's just the way things go. Oh, and Isaiah, maybe you should do a little somethin somethin and visit us. Oh, yeah, Keith spray-painted Bowser black. He was jealous of my paint job, and just couldn't wait.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I was messing with network settings last night, trying to get this one program to work, and it wasn't working. So I played Starcraft for awhile. After I finished, I found that the internet connection was down. Big deal, right? Can't expect too much from the college network this early in the semester. It's already faltered a few times. It'll be back in a few minutes.
It wasn't back in a few minutes.
I've been checking periodically since then, and... nothing. Finally I checked with someone else in the dorm, and his connection was working just fine. So I worked on mine for about 40 minutes, and... voila. But you know, as annoying as it is (not having an internet connection when there's nothing else to do), it's even more annoying when I fix a computer problem without knowing how I did it. I'm almost hoping I have the same problem again so I can figure out exactly what went wrong and how to deal with it.
Anyway, I talked with Llaura on the phone after that. I'm in a pretty good mood, not just on a daily (or nightly) basis, but in general. I think I've been in a subtle, deep bad mood for the past two years. It's nice, being away from home. I say I'm in a good mood to explain the fact that we talked for a long time, but it was never awkward in the silences between topics. I could have talked with her all night, and that's definitely a change from the past year or so.
So that's why I haven't been online. I know you guys didn't even notice me gone, but... I'm just glad to be back. And I'm really wondering how things are going at Clovis Christian, by the way. SOMEbody fill me in!!!
And please please PLEASE let me know what you think of these blogs, especially The Story.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Three days (MWF) of weight-lifting. Two days (TR) of fitness evaluations. And the grand finale, last night at the beach bonfire: two hours of sparring with an actual, real-life sparring group. I arrived with my 3rd-floor friends around 6:40p, and there they were, these guys of various ages and backgrounds going at each other with boffers. It was so beautiful.
Their rules and simple, their weapons are unwieldy but very well-padded, and they're always open to new players. I was only spectating =) for a few minutes before the lead guy invited me over. It ruled, ruled, I tell you!!!
(Just for the record, Caleb W. and Amanda B., we fought on the sand, which is way harder, plus I was wielding weapons I was very unused to. Plus I was at a low point physically because of the week's goings-on. And guess who had the most victories.)
It was really cool, too, because there were several fires burning on the beach, which threw small sparks and embers between the combatants... it also put this dark powder into the sand, which got onto our bare feet, and I swear, the skin of my feet was drow-coloured. +1 DEX, or something, right there.
We also had some great worship, with Nick on guitar and Marc playing pennywhistle, and me realizing that this was a different environment than what I'm used to. These college kids are pretty cool. I felt free to sing as I wanted (mostly), and the only person who said anything afterwards was the guy next to me. "Nice tenor," he said. It ruled. It was definitely a good night.
And then one of the girls got thrown into the ocean, and I wrapped my Mexico blanket around her, then vanished into the crowd. I felt like a good little ninja. She was standing very close to the fire, so there was some risk of singe-ing, and I knew it would be soaked with sandy, disgusting water afterward, but I felt like that only made it more of a Mexico blanket, you know? She said thank you to someone in the darkness, and I managed to leave without her noticing so she couldn't offer to give it back to me. I'll probly snag it back on open dorm night or something.
I woke up at 11a, which was nice, but I missed brunch at the caf, which was bad. I had stashed a cream soda in Marc's fridge last night, and drank it just now, so that was good, but dinner isn't until 4p, and that's bad. Early, I suppose, but I'm going to be hungry until then. Serves me right for not paying attention to the Saturday schedule that's posted both in my dorm and on the cafeteria door. I've been eating too much anyway.
Evan, or somebody, post a little sum'n sum'n on what's going on in Fresno/Clovis. And tell Garrett Stipe that I miss him, and that he should be here, not there.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
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As I was watching it, I tried my best not to be critical and aloof (which I sometimes complain about others doing), but it was difficult. They should not have let that guy play the main character. He reminded me of Ben Affleck. =Þ Carrie-Anne Moss, I expected better from. She wasn't too bad, though. And O'Ryan? Good job. I liked him.
So I'm trying to decide whether I like the movie or not, and it's only now that I realize, I'm not supposed to decide during the movie. I should decide afterwards. I wish I had realized that sooner; it might not have made the movie itself more enjoyable, but the experience as a whole might have been better.
It was only after I walked out of the room and heard my friends say, "Wow... good call, Isaiah," that I realized I had liked it too. Is that because they enjoyed it? Well, that made me feel alot better, seeing as how I was the only advocate for it (Jason was suggesting Exorcist or Without a Paddle)... but I really did like the movie. There were elements I didn't like, and I don't think I can name any individual parts that I liked at all. I just liked the movie as a whole. Hopefully, if you see it, you'll kinda have these thoughts in the back of your mind, and you'll enjoy it even more because of it.
By the way... it's come to my attention that some of you would rather IM me and get five words out of me, than read my blog and get a few paragraphs of detail and deep thought. What the heck? Wouldn't you rather have "a good conversation" (Last Samurai) after reading my blog, then ask me a question or two that I've already answered, and hear me say, "Yeah, it was good" ???
One reason I relate the events of my life on this blog is to avoid having to say the same things over and over again to everyone who asks.
"How was Suspect Zero?"
"Read my blog."
"I'd rather hear it from you over AIM."
"Well, too freakin' bad, because I already answered that question, and I'm not going to type it all up again. I'm not even willing to copy and paste the text from my blog into this AIM window, because then everyone will expect me to do it, when they could save time and energy for everyone and READ MY BLOG!!!"
I'm not going to be mean to you like that.
Just... keep reading, and encourage others to read, also. Maybe you'll get a gold star. Or a trophy. Or a gold star trophy.
My other classes went well, though. Unfortunately, all we did in hip-hop was discover how high our risk of heart attack is, but hey, it's important to know where you're at before you set a goal and start moving towards it.
It was very nice sleeping in today. Not only did I get more of the rest I need (I'm sick), but I skipped breakfast! I'm not going to come back fat! =D Sleeping in makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
Not much else to say, other than that I miss you guys. You know who you are. If you think I don't miss you, think again. Unless you're one of those people I don't miss. If you are one of those people, you should know it. But the rest of you, I miss. No, really!
Hope you're all doing well. E-mail me and let me know how things are going, especially at Clovis Christian and Fresno Christian. email@example.com
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Weirded out. But in an interesting way, since that's not a bad description of me...
By the way, some of you are laughing right now. "Mu" is not chinese for cow. In fact, I know a little chinese, now, thanks to a guy in my dorm.
Ni hao mah? Wo zi zhao chaguan. (How are you? I'm looking for the teahouse.)
But now, I'm (hopefully) off to hang with a friend who lives down here. I hardly ever get to see her. It'll be good. Today's been an awesome, Spirit-guided day, by the way. Except for that science class. Happy commenting.