cant. stop. watching. numbers. change.
heeeeeeeerrrrrre
try and count with the "google searches today" or the "public healthcare expenditure today" ones.
ive been trying for about 20 minutes now.
i think its impossible.
Archive for April 2012
its one of thoooose mornings.
you know,
the one where you slam your leg against the corner of the desk, the same leg you have a grapefruit sized bruise on from the day before and have now acquired a limp because of it.
the one where you go to pick up your tea-to-go and the lid isnt on so hot stuff goes all over you.
the one when you realize you emailed your teacher named Matt happy birthday instead of you little brother. realizing this only because of the response received from the teacher.
the one where you forgot your work keys at home at 8am so you run back across campus just to realize that you did not forget them. they were just in a different pocket in your back back.
the one where you look at the weather report and it reads that there will be rain, wind, and clouds all week.
the one when its only 8:31am and the reoccurring thought in my head is"is it 4:15 yet?"
whatever.
i watched this video, and had some good discussion about it with my roommate.
weve been trying not to say "sorry" so much when sorry isnt what we mean.
ive been failing at it.
but im recommitting my self right meow.
"Without God, life would end at the grave and our mortal experiences would have no purpose. Growth and progress would be temporary, accomplishment without value, challenges without meaning. There would be no ultimate right and wrong and no moral responsibility to care for one another as fellow children of God. Indeed, without God, there would be no mortal or eternal life."
while cleaning out my closet two things i said way too often:
1. this dress is good for wearing to the beach.
2. i ll keep this for when i grow an inch or two.
well,
1. i live in idaho. as far as i know there is no beach here. and no, Riby lake does not count.
2. i am almost 23. preeeeeety sure i am not going to grow an inch or two.
therefore, the closet has been emptied. youre welcome shoppers of the Rexburg DI.
p.s. my life is good.
i am so blessed.
i am happy.
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
now on to southern california, and then back to the real world.
"I'm going to stand up and somebody is going to pay attention to me."
i am at home.
california home. it is really great. sun shine. family. dogs. thrift stores. the few friends that are left. lots of time to read. and think. and do nothing if thats what i want to do. its odd being the only child at home, but im enjoying it. ive been watching disney movies on vhs. lots of disney movies. one of my many talented friends should cover this song. i feel like it is under appreciated.
tonight is a dr. strangelove kind of night.
lots and lots of prayer.
lots.
and
de-cluttering. Sly and Family and Muddy Waters. last minute teacher meetings. finished projects. stress.
finished semester. lots of happiness. white glove. packing. playing catch up with old friends.
and this guy:
a bench that easily sits 4 all to him self while 5 girls sit on the floor.
and singing with his head phones on while playing video games on his computer. he was killing me.