Newness is Exciting

One is permanent. . .

. . . the other is not.

Edit: apparently I was not nearly as clear as I had intended. The blue is painted on, the boots are permanent markered.

Soooo Embarrassingly Awkward.

Three of us were in my professor's office asking programming questions. We finished and were leaving to go fix things when my professor stopped me and asked me to stay to fix some problems with a previous program. So I did. Some lady walked in while I was in there, said something or other, and just sat in the back, waiting for him.

I get back to the other two in the computer lab and they tell me that while they were walking down the hallways after they had left Justin says "Oooh, Jess Haley and Dan Coulter alone in the abyss" or something like that. First of all, gross. Second, Cassie goes on to tell me that as he said that they passed Dan's wife coming down the hallway. She was the lady sitting in his office while I was there. I'm not sure if it was just coincidence that she sat in the back of the room the entire time, but it sure makes me uncomfortable now.

I enjoy We Swap Wednesdays

Scott cut my hair.
This was a mid-cut photo.
That's the bag of my hair donation.

Simplicity

After the All College Bike, I wasn't remotely sore, and I should have been. After my motorcycle ride yesterday, my calves hurt like crazy. Seems a bit odd.

I saw a hummingbird on campus yesterday.

I have seen a couple butterflies (or the same one a bunch of times).

It makes me happy.

My Schedule is Messing with my Head

I have had so much free time here lately. Several classes canceled, All College Hike, not a lot of homework, and homework that is not due until Tuesday/Wednesday next week makes for a very uneventful week. I have had so much excess time. I don't think I like it.

Partially, I have this awful feeling of stress; as though I should have been doing something, but have just been putting it off; as though I am going to regret all this not doing work. Partially, there's just no one around a lot. And when they are around, I don't know what to do, or they're busy.

Ugh. I just want my schedule to be normal and busy and awful again. Then, things will feel right. That probably isn't good.

A Moment of Silence, Please

As we remember Rej. My fish that died yesterday.

Tonight kind of Sucks

And my heart hurts to think about it.

I Can Only Imagine

I can't stand that song. It's slow and overplayed.

The other day, after one of the camps I was helping at was over, a bunch of the counselors all went out to Steak N Shake just to hang out and relax kid-free. It was late and we were really tired, and we ended up in one of those moods where absolutely everything is the funniest thing that has ever been seen/heard/said/smelled/or winked at (yes, we laughed for about 10 minutes about a wink). It was so much fun. On the way home, I was thinking about it and thanking God for people. I mean, there have been times during prayer that I've smiled and even laughed, but I've yet to laugh so hard I have cried. Which got me to thinking; when I get to heaven, will I? More importantly, when I see God, will I laugh so hard I pee my pants? I hope so.

kickle

That was my secret-word-confirmation-thing for setting up my new email from Greenville. I like it. Wish it were a real word.

And I hate computers.

;~)

I've decided that I need to learn how to wink proficiently.

Have you ever had someone (typically, for me, someone older) who has shared something special with you, and seals that special moment with a wink? It recently happened to me with a girl I work with, and I decided that I want to be able to make someone feel special like she made me feel. I want to be able to share that little something with someone. 'Cuz it feels nice.

Stupid animals

Animals I saw in the road today (broad daylight): turkey, deer, dog, cat, fox, and a bunch of random birds.

Guess which one I hit.

Seriously. Guess.

Oh, and you have 3 guesses.

Changes To Be Had

So the past 2 weekends, I've been at a Christian Performing Arts Camp (hereafter referred to as PAC camp). This is the place that, when I was a camper, I first encountered God and the whole idea of a Christian lifestyle. I always love going back to be a counselor, but this year was different and great.
For a while now, things have been off. I wasn't entirely sure what was up, but I knew something was wrong. I had been going to church, reading my Bible, attempting to pray, but still something didn't seem right. My prayers sounded hollow, and I almost hated asking for anything because it felt weird to ask something from someone I didn't talk to much. But still, I didn't really think anything was wrong. Then I went to PAC camp. I am not sure even what did it, but I was reminded of something I already knew. I had forgotten the whole relationship with God part of things. I realized that in an attempt to have in my view of God stuff only "real" things, shunning away anything that seemed corny or cheesey, I cut out the whole relationship. I don't know why I didn't notice it with the whole prayer part, but whatever. My faith had become more of a mechanical operation than something I wanted. But now, things are different. Still not how they should be, but I suppose they never will be. Now, my job is to find the way to redefine my faith; to find that balance between "real" and "corny". And I'm excited to do so. God suddenly seems real again. And I love it.

Dancing with Phil

This is a Joint blog by Blog brought to you by Betsye and Jess.

Today was my (Betsye's) birthday! Well sorta. It's actually July 31st but my friends threw together a surprise Birthday party (since Betsye is forsaking her friends to go do-good in China)! We went to Pizza Hut where I received the best birthday gift in the entire world. That's right, I got fake bling. (It's cheap looking and everything.) At first I was a little hesitant to like it but after thinking a bit I decided that I couldn't think of anything else I would rather have. Thanks Jess. (You're welcome, Betsye.) After that we went to one of our favorite places in the entire world. We finally got to go dancing. We tried to go last Tuesday but we sadly learned that Phil had changed the day. But we got to go tonight. I could have not asked for a better birthday party. The YMCA offers dance classes for 2 dollars for 2 hours with the old man instructor, Phil. I think he likes it when us young people come since it tends to be heavily old people populated. Anyway I think this has been one of my favorite birthdays ever.

It has been one of my favorite friend's birthday's as well. :~) After deciding on careers as professional wave-makers in my cousin's pool (we have to decided to start a company in making waves in pools, look for us in the next movie you see waves), I accidentally lied to Betsye about not seeing her until Monday. I hate it when people lie about surprises, so I felt guilty. In actuality, I kind of forgot she'd be there tonight, even though it was for her. Dumb and embarrassing mistake. (it's ok i forgive you) Oh well. And dancing was so much fun. I think we shall try to go again next Wednesday. (we will) Betsye and I even made up our own dance step. It's slightly reminiscent of ice skating pairs. Ask us to demonstrate sometime. HannaH and Drew had to leave early, so we got some quality time in with Phil. It was pretty much amazing. (Pretty much:))

Betsye was the highlight of my day.

She got hit on by a guy today in Pizza Hut. He gave her lemon water.

I Almost Cried

I pulled my car into the garage after work tonight (because of the hail possibilities). Not being used to parking there, I wasn't sure if I had pulled up far enough. I hadn't. I stepped back to get back in the car, and I hear a crunch. I look down, and there was a poor little toad. I ran into the house, and begged Jim, my stepdad, to pull my car up for me because I didn't want to look at the poor little toad I had killed. He came back in a few moments later, and said, "I think your toad's gonna live," as he held up his hand that had blood on it. He said he hopped away when he walked toward him. So apparently I didn't kill him. He may die later, but I didn't immediately kill him. But I did squash the pee out of him.

Ice

So here's a sad story. I have always heard that chewing ice was a symptom of anemia. I never believed it since I've been tested for that before. But now, since I've been on iron supplements for a while, I haven't been wanting to eat ice much anymore, which is quite disappointing. Almost makes me want to be anemic again.

I hate shopping.

But, I did get to ride the cart on the way to the little cart corale, earning myself a strange but amused look from some guy. This made me laugh at myself.
Then, I was told I was cute by this adorable old lady.
Plus, I received numerous compliments (including one from the lady mentioned above) on my Muppets lunchbox/purse.
So, I guess the trip wasn't a total waste. :~)

For the First Time in my Entire Life,

I saw a commercial for a product, wanted the item, then purchased the item (well, my parents did). I've never been so influenced by a commercial before. It was pretty life changing. Raisin Bran Crunch is as good as advertised, in case you were wondering.


P.S. MASH decided today that I will get married in the Atlantic Ocean to a homeless bum named Christian Bale. I wasn't too happy with who I ended up married to, and neither was Betsye or HannaH.

P.P.S. My house is scary at night.

Tree Poisoning

I climbed a tree yesterday. It was a really good idea at the time. But soon after the climbing began, we discovered it was a stupid tree, aka. a tree with spikes. So in my pursuit of fun, I ended up with a bruised leg, a cut and bruise on my arm, and a thorn still residing in my left hand such that I have lost some of the use of my pinky finger. I can imagine that you would not think this that dire of a problem, but let me assure you that I need that portion of my hand. I will just be grateful it is not in my right hand. I can't get it out either. So if I die from some strange poisoning, you can blame that dratted tree.

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Happy National Pot Smoking Day, everybody.