was really good today I'd say. Lots of new faces. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since I've only been to 1 Monday night this quarter besides tonight. Anyways. The conversation flowed markedly more smoothly with the help of a couple of the newer dudes. It was good. It's good time. Be around people that love Jesus of course. I haven't done it enough this quarter. Getting a little ahead of myself.
Jake and I have resolved to spend Wednesday nights bonding on our way to sleep. Here it is in writing Jake.
Jake and I find surprisingly few times when were both conscious at night, so the roommatey assistance to our friendship hasn't been all that great.
American Authors is the most boring class I have taken since...since...well. Stats was pretty boring senior year, but at least there was homework to do every night. Now there is a midterm on Monday. It is not a good sign that I don't really know what on earth will be on it.
The bomb essay I wrote for East Asia won't get back to me until Friday I hear. Too bad. I couldn't really use some indication of how this quarter is going. Other than that 3/10 I got on the first quiz.
It's the third week of my every-hour-of-every day plan went into action and It's pretty much a bunch of chaos again. I'm going to try and reel everything back in again this week. Try and try again. No harm in that. It'll start sticking. If very slowly.
Mooooooom. Hi. <3
Blargh. You know. I never thanked Matt Binnsfield for giving me that work two summers ago. It is really distressing me (when I think about it) that I haven't gotten a paycheck since September. I don't understand. I mean. I guess I felt pretty busy last year with 20 credits and 20+ hours. Especially Spring quarter...but up here, I've only got 15 credits and no job, yet I feel like I have less time than ever. I dunno. I think both of my parents are J's. and so is Sara. or at least they have a healthy balance of J in their personality. It makes things a lot easier that way. Everyone's always up at the same time each morning and in bed at the same time at night....Here there's no...no discipline! Darn it. I need discipline.
I was turned on to these admittedly hilarious reviews of the star wars prequels by this guy named Mr. Plinkett. There's a lot of legit comedy in them but for ever teaspoon of that there's a tablespoon of unwholesomeness. I think...I dunno. I try and justify a lot of things in my life because they're funny and. I like them...but. I mean. They are pretty clearly of the world. Pretty clearly something I wouldn't have Jesus over to share a bowl of popcorn over. Gaaah. True, Noble, Right, Pure, Lovely, Admirable, Excellent, Praiseworthy.... those things! Surrender the rest of that poop. so hard...
I want to have a day in the week where I can jam with Matt. with Music that is. I miss worship team on Sundays...
I should start thinking about where I'm going to live next year. Going through my degree track once more today I am realizing that the latest I'll be here is Fall 2012. I need to straighten out the hear and now so I can actually get into these larger things hanging over my head. like. Careful not to get anxious over them though...
We watched Eternal Sunshine on Saturday night. did I already say that? Everyone really liked it. There was some confusion but that's expected isn't it? Joel Barish says so many things that I can hear coming less eloquently out of my own head. I think he might be a T though...That movie really has a great theme in the end though. I think it hits on some very real realistic love. "Ok." Hm.
All is quiet on the girl front still. That's fine...I'm hardly ready to be distracted by something like that now anyways. Seeing all the Godly guys around me. Sheesh. Skylar Sorsby, did I give you a shout out yet? You are truly amazing. I have met very few people who are in prayer as much as I see you are.
I'm breaking out worse than I have all year by my estimation. I haven't run since Friday. but that'll change in 8 hours or so.
I think this is me hitting the sack. I love you all down in Silverdale. Really missing you. Especially when I grocery shop.
matt
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday
Titles are dumb anyway right?
I don't think there is a band with lyrics more consistently relevant to...stuff (my life? now? the church?) than Sanctus Real. I don't understand how they've fallen out of a more regular listening cycle for me than they have had recently. They are so flipping real. I think I've said something like..."honesty" or..."realness" is a word that I think is overused by people who review music, but I don't think it'd be misused in this case. They've got a pretty good ear for melodiousness as well.
I was going to make a post about how awesome Skylar Sorsby was, but that didn't get very far off the ground. But he is pretty awesome. Constantly in prayer. Always showing love. pffffft. Awesome guy.
Today we are finally going to watch Eternal Sunshine del mind spotless. I love Joel Barish.
Church is tomorrrrrrow...
Remember when I used to talk about quasi-substantive things? Those were the days.
I finished my first of three essays in 307. I think it turned out pretty bomb afterall. Not to brag or anything...or yes. to brag. Yeah mom & dad, let's see someone else's kid write an essay that good. Didn't think so. You rock at making babies.
*Matt Dugan enters the room shirtless after returning from the gym, he plucks a piece of fruit from the bowl of fruit and indulges*
I watched the first set and a half of the women's final at the Australian open. It looked like that cute Asian girl was gonna pull it off. I woke up and saw Kim Clijsters hoisting the trophy at 4 am. Then it was to bed for...something like 5 hours of real sleep. I could not bring myself to stay in bed much past 9.
Lodrick was gracious enough to guest me into brunch at Fairhaven. That was at 10. I still feel like I just finished thanksgiving dinner. Carb after carb into my face. Creamcheese. Syrup. Frosting. Powdered sugar. I think my last two Saturdays have been negative 2 or 3 days with the calorie burning/abstaining I do the other 6 days of the week. I think I'm going to fail to have any sort of visible abdominals by Easter.
It is really odd (?) to see adults make posts on facebook about them being...tired...less than peachy...I dunno. Refreshing I suppose! I know ya'll ain't fine! who is?
I am feeling a lot of love for my familia right now. It would be really lame if it is some sort've inverse relationship between time spent with a person and desire for their company. Bah. Regardless ya'll are pretty tight.
Grandma and Grandpa! I still have your autobiography and I have done nothing with it recently. This is terrible. Ya'll can make it 'til spring break right?
What is it with people getting old? Lame. I keep telling people it's a bad idea, not a road I'd ever consider doing down, but they keep doing it anyway.
I actually finished 1L for real this time.
This blog is frustrating me more and more. Too much thinking again over who's reading what and. how much of this comes out of me trying to let people know I'm not incompetent. (A rather ironic "paragraph" eh?)
Blargh.
I don't think there is a band with lyrics more consistently relevant to...stuff (my life? now? the church?) than Sanctus Real. I don't understand how they've fallen out of a more regular listening cycle for me than they have had recently. They are so flipping real. I think I've said something like..."honesty" or..."realness" is a word that I think is overused by people who review music, but I don't think it'd be misused in this case. They've got a pretty good ear for melodiousness as well.
I was going to make a post about how awesome Skylar Sorsby was, but that didn't get very far off the ground. But he is pretty awesome. Constantly in prayer. Always showing love. pffffft. Awesome guy.
Today we are finally going to watch Eternal Sunshine del mind spotless. I love Joel Barish.
Church is tomorrrrrrow...
Remember when I used to talk about quasi-substantive things? Those were the days.
I finished my first of three essays in 307. I think it turned out pretty bomb afterall. Not to brag or anything...or yes. to brag. Yeah mom & dad, let's see someone else's kid write an essay that good. Didn't think so. You rock at making babies.
*Matt Dugan enters the room shirtless after returning from the gym, he plucks a piece of fruit from the bowl of fruit and indulges*
I watched the first set and a half of the women's final at the Australian open. It looked like that cute Asian girl was gonna pull it off. I woke up and saw Kim Clijsters hoisting the trophy at 4 am. Then it was to bed for...something like 5 hours of real sleep. I could not bring myself to stay in bed much past 9.
Lodrick was gracious enough to guest me into brunch at Fairhaven. That was at 10. I still feel like I just finished thanksgiving dinner. Carb after carb into my face. Creamcheese. Syrup. Frosting. Powdered sugar. I think my last two Saturdays have been negative 2 or 3 days with the calorie burning/abstaining I do the other 6 days of the week. I think I'm going to fail to have any sort of visible abdominals by Easter.
It is really odd (?) to see adults make posts on facebook about them being...tired...less than peachy...I dunno. Refreshing I suppose! I know ya'll ain't fine! who is?
I am feeling a lot of love for my familia right now. It would be really lame if it is some sort've inverse relationship between time spent with a person and desire for their company. Bah. Regardless ya'll are pretty tight.
Grandma and Grandpa! I still have your autobiography and I have done nothing with it recently. This is terrible. Ya'll can make it 'til spring break right?
What is it with people getting old? Lame. I keep telling people it's a bad idea, not a road I'd ever consider doing down, but they keep doing it anyway.
I actually finished 1L for real this time.
This blog is frustrating me more and more. Too much thinking again over who's reading what and. how much of this comes out of me trying to let people know I'm not incompetent. (A rather ironic "paragraph" eh?)
Blargh.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The State of My Union
Is not good.
Well just kidding. Mostly.
The Australian Open is shaping up to finish pretty awesomely assuming Nadal moves past ferrer in an hour, we've got murray v. nadal and federer v. novak in the semis. Jake thinks the fed express is an attractive man. He said it. right out of his mouth.
The state of the union was tonight. I watched about 10 minutes of it before we had to go. I think it's pretty dumb that the conservative judges (minus the super classy, and also attractive John Roberts) sat this one out. Come on guys. It would at least be some good exercise for your senior bones.
In other news totally unrelated to me, I want to see the King's Speech. and not just because it got 12 Oscar nods. True Grit got 10, including best actor for Mr. Bridges, and best picture. I haven't seen social network, or the King's Speech yet, but True Grit has my vote for best picture this year.
Here's a history lesson of my own best picture award over the last few years...2007: Sweeney Todd. 2008: The Dark Freaking Knight. 2009: District 9 and then 2010: True Grit.
Before that...I didn't really keep track...
I'm also a pretty bad picker of superbowls...I have not cheered for a winning team...ever. The first one I really cared about was the Seahawks...that was...well. Not good. Then the bears lost...There was no perfection for the Patriots...Kurt Warner was tragically defeated...and there was no justice for the vikings. the year after. But I'm pulling for you packers. I want to have my first super bowl with a happy ending. Jake Gyllenhaal.
I just saw a gum commercial that claimed the average person has 28 first kisses. I do not believe it. What is a kiss even worth at that point? 28 different people? Goodness. Am I counting my mom here?
Should I write about my own day for awhile? I guess.
Ran again this morning. Flossed again tonight. Read some more about China. Learned this awesome game called...pictionelephone or something...Basically you pass as many notecards as there are people in your circle around. Everyone rights a phrase on there first note card then passes it to their left. That person draws a picture of that. Pass to the left. That person draws a sentence describing what he sees in the picture. Pass to the left. Draw a picture of what that phrase is...etc. etc. Once your original phrase gets back to you (and sometimes it is hard to tell if it is indeed your phrase) you have...probably not what you started out with. (same ideas as the telephone game you played in elementary school, where you start with "old mcdonald had a farm" on one end, 30 people later you have moldy donkey set off alarm...so it's...pictionary and telephone...what I think they called pictionelephone) It was pretty fun. Among the more memorable transformations were "my pet polar bear shot-himself" to "Koala terrorists hate eskimos, they shoot at their igloos," and, "Super man burns a sack of puppies with heat vision" to "The famous super hero, Super C, flies over a smoggy city"
I'm staying up to watch Nadal play Ferrer. Probably not really a good enough reason to lose sleep. But...I feel like not caring.
GC is going bowling tomorrow. I honestly might have to pass. Money and homework.
This week I actually have something to produce for class, instead of just reading.
Oh yeah! I had my first study group meeting for 313 today. It went pretty well. Considering it was mandatory and beard guy didn't show up. It's pretty clear to me it's not going to do anything to enhance my comprehension of the course material but, It was at least not a painfully awkward hour. We found a way to discuss Harry Potter and Dr. Horrible, and I exercised my social muscles.
Matt, Jake, and I also made our first trip to the rec center of the quarter (together at least). I benched 135 with ease. Next week I will move on to 145 I think. I know it's not a Richie Meier number (mr. 300) but, I'm happy to be keeping pace with Jake and Matt.
Matt caught me admiring my left bicep as we were watching the beginning of the state of the union address.
Well just kidding. Mostly.
The Australian Open is shaping up to finish pretty awesomely assuming Nadal moves past ferrer in an hour, we've got murray v. nadal and federer v. novak in the semis. Jake thinks the fed express is an attractive man. He said it. right out of his mouth.
The state of the union was tonight. I watched about 10 minutes of it before we had to go. I think it's pretty dumb that the conservative judges (minus the super classy, and also attractive John Roberts) sat this one out. Come on guys. It would at least be some good exercise for your senior bones.
In other news totally unrelated to me, I want to see the King's Speech. and not just because it got 12 Oscar nods. True Grit got 10, including best actor for Mr. Bridges, and best picture. I haven't seen social network, or the King's Speech yet, but True Grit has my vote for best picture this year.
Here's a history lesson of my own best picture award over the last few years...2007: Sweeney Todd. 2008: The Dark Freaking Knight. 2009: District 9 and then 2010: True Grit.
Before that...I didn't really keep track...
I'm also a pretty bad picker of superbowls...I have not cheered for a winning team...ever. The first one I really cared about was the Seahawks...that was...well. Not good. Then the bears lost...There was no perfection for the Patriots...Kurt Warner was tragically defeated...and there was no justice for the vikings. the year after. But I'm pulling for you packers. I want to have my first super bowl with a happy ending. Jake Gyllenhaal.
I just saw a gum commercial that claimed the average person has 28 first kisses. I do not believe it. What is a kiss even worth at that point? 28 different people? Goodness. Am I counting my mom here?
Should I write about my own day for awhile? I guess.
Ran again this morning. Flossed again tonight. Read some more about China. Learned this awesome game called...pictionelephone or something...Basically you pass as many notecards as there are people in your circle around. Everyone rights a phrase on there first note card then passes it to their left. That person draws a picture of that. Pass to the left. That person draws a sentence describing what he sees in the picture. Pass to the left. Draw a picture of what that phrase is...etc. etc. Once your original phrase gets back to you (and sometimes it is hard to tell if it is indeed your phrase) you have...probably not what you started out with. (same ideas as the telephone game you played in elementary school, where you start with "old mcdonald had a farm" on one end, 30 people later you have moldy donkey set off alarm...so it's...pictionary and telephone...what I think they called pictionelephone) It was pretty fun. Among the more memorable transformations were "my pet polar bear shot-himself" to "Koala terrorists hate eskimos, they shoot at their igloos," and, "Super man burns a sack of puppies with heat vision" to "The famous super hero, Super C, flies over a smoggy city"
I'm staying up to watch Nadal play Ferrer. Probably not really a good enough reason to lose sleep. But...I feel like not caring.
GC is going bowling tomorrow. I honestly might have to pass. Money and homework.
This week I actually have something to produce for class, instead of just reading.
Oh yeah! I had my first study group meeting for 313 today. It went pretty well. Considering it was mandatory and beard guy didn't show up. It's pretty clear to me it's not going to do anything to enhance my comprehension of the course material but, It was at least not a painfully awkward hour. We found a way to discuss Harry Potter and Dr. Horrible, and I exercised my social muscles.
Matt, Jake, and I also made our first trip to the rec center of the quarter (together at least). I benched 135 with ease. Next week I will move on to 145 I think. I know it's not a Richie Meier number (mr. 300) but, I'm happy to be keeping pace with Jake and Matt.
Matt caught me admiring my left bicep as we were watching the beginning of the state of the union address.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Mr. Kopp, and others
will be pleased to know that I have disabled...random word verification thingy, and now anyone can comment w/o signing in. anonymously if they want. If you're the kind've person who's inclined to give me a piece of your mind. Or probably you don't care.
That is all.
That is all.
A Monday
In my limited experience with the newly discovered art of clothes folding I've found something truly therapeutic. Going through all of those t-shirts (some dating back as early as 2005) and remembering...things. Generally quite happy things. Band Camp, Vancouver, Portland, Band Camp, Creation, Band Camp, Creation, Creation...the mailbox. I suppose more it's more encouraging (for me at least) to look back and remember how dumb I was, and see how far I've come, than it is depressing to think about...how dumb I was. Many miles to go yet!
My alarm failed me this morning, fortunately I woke up anyway at around 6:30. Early enough to get out and run whilst campus is still dark and largely abandoned.
I think that my 307 prof, Kristen Parris (the one I met this summer and have been so enthusiastic about) is not altogether pleased with the amount of class participation. The class is not eager to talk. Which is actually pretty good for me, because after a just-awkward-enough-silence, I'm primed up to finally put my own two cents in. However...to date I haven't been the most informed student. I should finally have caught up with that wave by Wednesday though. 30% of our grade is due in five pages this Friday.
Jake, Matt, and I had a great conversation about. Nice substantial things. Which is great right? I love you guys.
Hmm...I've mostly got nothing to say. I spent 1-8 in the library yesterday. Ate dinner at Fairhaven courtesy of Lodrick. Nick came to Church again in the morning. Along with Caleb, who left at around 9. I didn't have the greatest of days as far as transit is concerned. I missed the first 9:43 bus (at 9:39), then the 2nd 9:43 bus bypassed our stop. so having about 15 minutes to go before class, I set off on a brisk walk to class. Little did I know apparently there are at least 2 more buses, which as far as I can tell are not listed on the schedule, that pass by. I had left the giant bus waiting crowd thinking I was being the smart one (I thought the next bus was 10:04), but no. Another bus pulls up and I am too far away at this point to make it back, and my unfortunate choice trail was just just...mud and an inch of water. the next bust stop is less than a quarter mile up the street. and I think I can make it. so I sprint through all this crap and just. get covered in splattery crap. (This is about as terrible a recounting of these events as I would give in person. Not worthy of 1/3 of the number of words. But. We've come this far.) and manage to get on the bus at the next stop, having run along side it for a period of time. This bus with all the people I had just abandoned at the previous stop thinking I was being so intelligent. I would have been pretty red enough without the 100 meter dash.
Yeah. I really have nothing. I don't like I've done enough today to call myself burnt out. But I'm still pretty dang tired.
I have very nearly finished committing the first chapter of Philippians to memory. I also am finishing (reading) 2nd Kings today. Next up is Chronicles.........
I hope I feel better after this week. After the next two days. I should. I've got many more things I'd like to do, that I need to do, besides homework. After this week I should be able to find some free-time to do those things that isn't accompanied by anxiety over class. I think this is the bad kind of anxiety...so I shouldn't really have it anyway...in a perfect world.
This most just be the most babbly I've been here so far.
New idea for a boy baby name: Josiah. It's refreshing to run into a King in Kings who followed the Lord "with all his heart and with all his soul and with all his strength."
Currently listening: Phil Wickham's "Singalong", Victor Ewald, quintet #1 OPUS five, Clint Eastwood's Million Dollar Baby soundtrack, and flipping Eric Whitacre.
My alarm failed me this morning, fortunately I woke up anyway at around 6:30. Early enough to get out and run whilst campus is still dark and largely abandoned.
I think that my 307 prof, Kristen Parris (the one I met this summer and have been so enthusiastic about) is not altogether pleased with the amount of class participation. The class is not eager to talk. Which is actually pretty good for me, because after a just-awkward-enough-silence, I'm primed up to finally put my own two cents in. However...to date I haven't been the most informed student. I should finally have caught up with that wave by Wednesday though. 30% of our grade is due in five pages this Friday.
Jake, Matt, and I had a great conversation about. Nice substantial things. Which is great right? I love you guys.
Hmm...I've mostly got nothing to say. I spent 1-8 in the library yesterday. Ate dinner at Fairhaven courtesy of Lodrick. Nick came to Church again in the morning. Along with Caleb, who left at around 9. I didn't have the greatest of days as far as transit is concerned. I missed the first 9:43 bus (at 9:39), then the 2nd 9:43 bus bypassed our stop. so having about 15 minutes to go before class, I set off on a brisk walk to class. Little did I know apparently there are at least 2 more buses, which as far as I can tell are not listed on the schedule, that pass by. I had left the giant bus waiting crowd thinking I was being the smart one (I thought the next bus was 10:04), but no. Another bus pulls up and I am too far away at this point to make it back, and my unfortunate choice trail was just just...mud and an inch of water. the next bust stop is less than a quarter mile up the street. and I think I can make it. so I sprint through all this crap and just. get covered in splattery crap. (This is about as terrible a recounting of these events as I would give in person. Not worthy of 1/3 of the number of words. But. We've come this far.) and manage to get on the bus at the next stop, having run along side it for a period of time. This bus with all the people I had just abandoned at the previous stop thinking I was being so intelligent. I would have been pretty red enough without the 100 meter dash.
Yeah. I really have nothing. I don't like I've done enough today to call myself burnt out. But I'm still pretty dang tired.
I have very nearly finished committing the first chapter of Philippians to memory. I also am finishing (reading) 2nd Kings today. Next up is Chronicles.........
I hope I feel better after this week. After the next two days. I should. I've got many more things I'd like to do, that I need to do, besides homework. After this week I should be able to find some free-time to do those things that isn't accompanied by anxiety over class. I think this is the bad kind of anxiety...so I shouldn't really have it anyway...in a perfect world.
This most just be the most babbly I've been here so far.
New idea for a boy baby name: Josiah. It's refreshing to run into a King in Kings who followed the Lord "with all his heart and with all his soul and with all his strength."
Currently listening: Phil Wickham's "Singalong", Victor Ewald, quintet #1 OPUS five, Clint Eastwood's Million Dollar Baby soundtrack, and flipping Eric Whitacre.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Seattle from Green Mountain
I'm having a hard time feeling my hope and a future right now. I know it's there. and I'm thinking that I sound pretty sappy right now. and now that I'm annoying for pointing it out in myself. and redundant for saying that I don't care, 'I'm just putting out how I feel.'
I don't see anything at all tangible in my future, and it's not just slightly scary, it's. Maddening. Blood boiling. Trust God more.
Reading in the morning, reading in the afternoon, reading in the evening. Nothing to show for it really. I got a 3/12 on that quiz. That made me feel great after I spent the better part of the last 2 days reading for that class. It was trade and grade too. Even better.
The adopted kids name is Biniam (phonetically at least). So sorry if you were offended when I called you the adopted kid in an earlier post...Jake can also read my mind apparently. I hate you Jake. I really really. Really. love you. (in a totally maaaaanly wwaaaaaaaaayyy). Anyways big B. I have mad love for your high-fiving-awesomeness. so we're cool?
I hate that I'm still so immature. I feel suddenly a lot better after Jake barged in and bothered me for 40 seconds or so. I really hate how I'm such an idealist. I really hate that my mind just zooms around so fast, clinging to ridiculous ideas, then unclinging just as fast. I hate that I care so much what some newb might think of me reading this. Pat Mowdy. for some reason I just thought of you. I hate a lot. I should love more.
Baaah. Enough wasted time.
A long day.
That is what today was. Full of a lot of draining everything.
Well nvm. now it's Saturday morning. barely.
I can feel the bacon grease rumbling around causing problems with the other tenants of my stomach.
I think I'm going to go to the library and do work for several hours. After I make myself pretty at least.
ttyl.
Well nvm. now it's Saturday morning. barely.
I can feel the bacon grease rumbling around causing problems with the other tenants of my stomach.
I think I'm going to go to the library and do work for several hours. After I make myself pretty at least.
ttyl.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Hi Jake. I see your mind.
And you're not taking any ring to Sauron.
Man, I have said a lot of sappy things that I may or may not, for better or worse, feel slightly embarrassed over. But I think I meant them all! Every last word. So I'm an idealist! And full of emotions of every sort! Deal with it. Matt. Sheesh. I will make no apologies for my swinging back and forth from morose to overjoyed!
Officially, I am always full of joy. Officially, for real, and forever. Jesus is all about that.
I need to endeavor to change my default face from about-to-pass-out to hi-how-are-you?! I've had to fend off "is something wrong's?" almost daily since kindergarten because of how tired/grumpy I always look. It's simply not the case.
See what I mean? Who wants to talk to that guy?
I have probably 200 pages of reading assigned for this Friday. And I haven't even procrastinated all that much... I don't know if I will take another class from Kristen Parris if I don't ace her this quarter. Bah. It's probably good for me.
Calebe STEEEgiiiiile (jake's [and my!] friend) This weekend is winter camp. so no CCF. We could bump our movie plans up to tomorrow instead of Sunday.
I so badly do not want to work food again. But I have to work something eventually...and the pickings seem slim.
I only got up 22 minutes late today. (6:22) and ran to Edens and back. For breakfast I had a breakfast burrito (scrambled eggs, bacon, colby-jack cheese). Will my talents ever stop emerging?
Lunch was leftover pizza rolls, and dinner will likely be tuna on wheat if nothing better comes along.
Words I've run into that I had to look up today:
Ecumenical
Ex post facto
Sine qua non
Paucity
Salient
Augur
Nascent
See how smart I am now? Yeah. That's right.
Grace, grace, God's grace. Grace that is greater than all my sin...laalaalaaaaaaaalaaaa.
Now There's a friendly face! (Batman of course.)
What ever happened to that "currently listening" bit I did for about two days in November? Well, FYI, it's The end credits to Cast Away, the Pride and Prejudice Soundtrack, and some Chopin. It's a piano sort've day.
Man, I have said a lot of sappy things that I may or may not, for better or worse, feel slightly embarrassed over. But I think I meant them all! Every last word. So I'm an idealist! And full of emotions of every sort! Deal with it. Matt. Sheesh. I will make no apologies for my swinging back and forth from morose to overjoyed!
Officially, I am always full of joy. Officially, for real, and forever. Jesus is all about that.
I need to endeavor to change my default face from about-to-pass-out to hi-how-are-you?! I've had to fend off "is something wrong's?" almost daily since kindergarten because of how tired/grumpy I always look. It's simply not the case.
I have probably 200 pages of reading assigned for this Friday. And I haven't even procrastinated all that much... I don't know if I will take another class from Kristen Parris if I don't ace her this quarter. Bah. It's probably good for me.
Calebe STEEEgiiiiile (jake's [and my!] friend) This weekend is winter camp. so no CCF. We could bump our movie plans up to tomorrow instead of Sunday.
I so badly do not want to work food again. But I have to work something eventually...and the pickings seem slim.
I only got up 22 minutes late today. (6:22) and ran to Edens and back. For breakfast I had a breakfast burrito (scrambled eggs, bacon, colby-jack cheese). Will my talents ever stop emerging?
Lunch was leftover pizza rolls, and dinner will likely be tuna on wheat if nothing better comes along.
Words I've run into that I had to look up today:
Ecumenical
Ex post facto
Sine qua non
Paucity
Salient
Augur
Nascent
See how smart I am now? Yeah. That's right.
Grace, grace, God's grace. Grace that is greater than all my sin...laalaalaaaaaaaalaaaa.
What ever happened to that "currently listening" bit I did for about two days in November? Well, FYI, it's The end credits to Cast Away, the Pride and Prejudice Soundtrack, and some Chopin. It's a piano sort've day.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Good Days Work.
Not a perfect day. But certainly pretty good.
I put my every-hour-of-every-day-planned-out-routine to its first test today. I got up a half hour later than scheduled and as a result didn't fit devotions in until my designated discretionary time. Otherwise, after I post this blog, I accomplished all my goals pretty expediently. (Well...I'll have to floss tonight as well.)
Jake found it funny that I had to put "hygiene" on my schedule. Well. It's imperative these days that I remember that kinda stuff. I'm in girl hunting mode. and the future, it would seem, has recently gotten a lot brighter. Potentially.
Hi Aunt Gwen.
Hi Mom. I know you LOVE to read my blog. I do apologize for how brief I've been recently. Also for not posting at all for extended periods of time.
My morning run to red square and back was quite nice. I did not trip and fall even once this time. Very nice.
I continue to be fatigued throughout the day. I'm hoping with a banana bolstered diet, consistent sleeping hours, and regular exercise this will be remedied. We'll see how I'm feeling in a week or so. Hopefully better. It is definitely frustrating to not be able to keep my eyes focused on a text for longer than 15 minutes in the library.
Jake led GC tonight in Greg's absence. in preparation for him starting his campus based GC. He did pretty gal darn well I must say. It was appetizer buffet tonight. So much disgustingly delicious and heart-attack inducing food. Nehemiah Chapter 2.
My Philippians memorization has slowed down quite a few paces in the last week or so. Paul's chains might have really served to advance the Gospel, but I'm not advancing much beyond them myself. Time to get a little more agressive.
A pop-quiz is imminent in 307. and I'm behind on the reading. It will be a long day learning about civil society in China tomorrow. I've also got a load of Hawthorne and Poe to read for 309. Again I'll say this quarter is proving to be considerably more rigorous. Especially 307. So much reading. Every night. Should I pull of a trio of Aish grades and keep to this hour-by-hour plan for my life the next 3 months, I will feel more accomplished than I have ever before. (too much emphasis on me! where is God?)
Jake and I are working on more honest and fluid communication betwixt the two of us. and I think it has worked out well. The last two days at least.
I was quite pleased to find my maroon tie in a pile of my mothers old garments, bringing my grand total to six! Now I am only missing my swirly blue tie that I lent to Jason at youth group 4 years ago or so.
Austin made reference to Josh by saying his hair was like mine tonight. I was quite flattered. Where are all the single ladies at GC? I tell ya'... Not like I'd be man enough to carpe anyone's diem. Gah. Patience and Prayer. but a plan is not an unGodly thing to have! and I must know when to act. Walk that line.
Tax season. I never did the FAFSA w/ mom. Don't forget to do that $2,500 tax credit. That Expected family contribution better get cut in half. Then maybe I'd be eligible for some stinking aid of some sort. At least a subsidized loan! In the mean time. I must help myself. Job hunting is now atop my list of things to do when I am on par w/ my reading. and I must actually be doing some of it.
BRACE THE GATE!
I put my every-hour-of-every-day-planned-out-routine to its first test today. I got up a half hour later than scheduled and as a result didn't fit devotions in until my designated discretionary time. Otherwise, after I post this blog, I accomplished all my goals pretty expediently. (Well...I'll have to floss tonight as well.)
Jake found it funny that I had to put "hygiene" on my schedule. Well. It's imperative these days that I remember that kinda stuff. I'm in girl hunting mode. and the future, it would seem, has recently gotten a lot brighter. Potentially.
Hi Aunt Gwen.
Hi Mom. I know you LOVE to read my blog. I do apologize for how brief I've been recently. Also for not posting at all for extended periods of time.
My morning run to red square and back was quite nice. I did not trip and fall even once this time. Very nice.
I continue to be fatigued throughout the day. I'm hoping with a banana bolstered diet, consistent sleeping hours, and regular exercise this will be remedied. We'll see how I'm feeling in a week or so. Hopefully better. It is definitely frustrating to not be able to keep my eyes focused on a text for longer than 15 minutes in the library.
Jake led GC tonight in Greg's absence. in preparation for him starting his campus based GC. He did pretty gal darn well I must say. It was appetizer buffet tonight. So much disgustingly delicious and heart-attack inducing food. Nehemiah Chapter 2.
My Philippians memorization has slowed down quite a few paces in the last week or so. Paul's chains might have really served to advance the Gospel, but I'm not advancing much beyond them myself. Time to get a little more agressive.
A pop-quiz is imminent in 307. and I'm behind on the reading. It will be a long day learning about civil society in China tomorrow. I've also got a load of Hawthorne and Poe to read for 309. Again I'll say this quarter is proving to be considerably more rigorous. Especially 307. So much reading. Every night. Should I pull of a trio of Aish grades and keep to this hour-by-hour plan for my life the next 3 months, I will feel more accomplished than I have ever before. (too much emphasis on me! where is God?)
Jake and I are working on more honest and fluid communication betwixt the two of us. and I think it has worked out well. The last two days at least.
I was quite pleased to find my maroon tie in a pile of my mothers old garments, bringing my grand total to six! Now I am only missing my swirly blue tie that I lent to Jason at youth group 4 years ago or so.
Austin made reference to Josh by saying his hair was like mine tonight. I was quite flattered. Where are all the single ladies at GC? I tell ya'... Not like I'd be man enough to carpe anyone's diem. Gah. Patience and Prayer. but a plan is not an unGodly thing to have! and I must know when to act. Walk that line.
Tax season. I never did the FAFSA w/ mom. Don't forget to do that $2,500 tax credit. That Expected family contribution better get cut in half. Then maybe I'd be eligible for some stinking aid of some sort. At least a subsidized loan! In the mean time. I must help myself. Job hunting is now atop my list of things to do when I am on par w/ my reading. and I must actually be doing some of it.
BRACE THE GATE!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I have two followers.
One of them is myself. Let's not get too excited.
I promoted my blog to Brian tonight. Hi brian.
I figure I should probably not criticize people or an organization by name like I did in my previous post. It might get back to me.
It is snowing tonight in Bellingham some more. 2-5 inches tonight projected.
We had Nic and Trey over for dinner. Asian salad, Teriyaki made up from the leftover steaks from Aaron's last thursday. Rice. It was very good.
I'm feeling pressed for time. Not sure how much I'll scroll down today. I need to post some pictures. But time feels so short today.
I spent at least 5 hours today trudging through my 307 reading (East Asia) and. Really didn't learn much.
and now people what to go play in the snow...I just might. Right now.
I promoted my blog to Brian tonight. Hi brian.
I figure I should probably not criticize people or an organization by name like I did in my previous post. It might get back to me.
It is snowing tonight in Bellingham some more. 2-5 inches tonight projected.
We had Nic and Trey over for dinner. Asian salad, Teriyaki made up from the leftover steaks from Aaron's last thursday. Rice. It was very good.
I'm feeling pressed for time. Not sure how much I'll scroll down today. I need to post some pictures. But time feels so short today.
I spent at least 5 hours today trudging through my 307 reading (East Asia) and. Really didn't learn much.
and now people what to go play in the snow...I just might. Right now.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Is it worse to be in a rut or to have your head in the clouds?
My answer every time that question's come up on that test has always been rut. Well I'm certainly rutting it up right now. I just feel stagnant. I don't have the new years routine I wanted. Nothing exciting is going on. I'm hungry. I don't want to buy food. I'm going back home this weekend but I don't want to get gas.
CCF is annoying me. $45 for discipleship class, $86 for winter camp, who knows how much for the student spring impact missions trip. I'm not paying any of that. Not because I'm not willing to step out in faith, or I'm not listening to God. I've been there and done that. I feel like I've had my life's fill of paying money to go out and give myself an emotional high. God has got plenty for me to do here on campus and in the lives of the poeple that I know and love already. Fruitful labor right here for me to do. an impact to make right here. He's given me his word and a savior to pray to. That is sufficient. All that other stuff is well and good for other people. and if they feel that's what God wants them to do fine. If I did do any of that it would be out of peer pressure, and a desire to please them, not a desire to follow God. Yes, God has other things in store for me.
It's really hard for me to stomach also CCF's stance on women pastoring. I feel like it's a group dedicated to feeling good. Jake shares these insights about it attracting a huge ratio of girls to guys, and themes of coming to CCF to find a boyfriend. I remain skeptical ostensibly, but I don't not agree with him. I just wonder how much Gospel there is. I hear Brady speak though and. He seems earnest. He seems like a Gospel guy...I don't know. I'm conflicted about all this. I love the guys at core. and I feel like they are well intentioned. but I feel so much more substance at Redeemer. at GC.
Church Sunday was great speaking of those folks. Saturday night, Nic Pushcor was over watching the seahawks, and he randomly asks where we go to church. unprompted. We answer. He replies saying he's coming with us tomorrow morning. He says he hadn't been to church since 2nd grade. There was Korean style intercession and the start of a study on Nehemiah. Very cool. The whole time I was so worried about what Nic was thinking though. "Oh man...there are some people raising their hands...indiscriminate hand clapping...great...man...now we're weirdos to him..." and then out of the blue, God moved. without the help of Matt, Jake, or I. Amazing. Nic was having a real Jesus moment. I honestly don't know where he's at right now. I know Jake prayed with him...follow up is necessary.
Pray for me praying. Pray for me listening. I found myself implying that I was having a dialogue, a give and take, with God about my life as I was praying tonight. What bologna is that. I need to be mastered by my savior. Mortified.
On the more positive side...I enjoy my classes mostly. Kristen Parris is the spitting temperamental image of Ms. Fisher. Critical Theory is interesting...I'm only let down by my American Authors class. So boring. and so. seemingly...just...uninspired....useless...who knows. Later this week I plan on declaring officially Political Science along with English, as well as visiting Bobby and the law school info center. I feel like that is the direction to go at this point. I'm half way or so through One L and...it feels right. Pray for my humble submission to Gods will. I don't want to get locked into a track because of my stubbornness or. a lack of prayerful searching.
I was looking up stats on UW. 21% acceptance this year. 24,000 tuition alone. Pray for me prayerfully finding the way God has for me into that realm. if that is the realm I'm headed towards. The grades, essay, and test scores I can take care of (Gods given me those skills...and by His grace I'll use them well). I need to know a professor or two to write me a letter. and I need some way to prove that I'm a socially responsible and active person, in addition to being a capable student. Some activity. a leadership opportunity. who knows. I have two years.
The room is dirty and not rearranged. The fridge is empty, and the sink is full. Which means I'm generally obfuscated. I don't even care if that doesn't totally make sense there. That word feels too right coming off my tongue in this situation to not be used.
I am through verse 11 of chapter 1 in my memorization of Philippians. By Easter is the goal. It could be a good Easter if my act holds together.
Today I will exercise, eat, take a picture, and floss. This weekend the Seahawks will beat the Bears, the Pats will stomp the Jets, the Steelers will out muscle the Ravens, and Aaron Rodgers will Squeeze Green Bay past Atlanta. This Friday I will be home.
CCF is annoying me. $45 for discipleship class, $86 for winter camp, who knows how much for the student spring impact missions trip. I'm not paying any of that. Not because I'm not willing to step out in faith, or I'm not listening to God. I've been there and done that. I feel like I've had my life's fill of paying money to go out and give myself an emotional high. God has got plenty for me to do here on campus and in the lives of the poeple that I know and love already. Fruitful labor right here for me to do. an impact to make right here. He's given me his word and a savior to pray to. That is sufficient. All that other stuff is well and good for other people. and if they feel that's what God wants them to do fine. If I did do any of that it would be out of peer pressure, and a desire to please them, not a desire to follow God. Yes, God has other things in store for me.
It's really hard for me to stomach also CCF's stance on women pastoring. I feel like it's a group dedicated to feeling good. Jake shares these insights about it attracting a huge ratio of girls to guys, and themes of coming to CCF to find a boyfriend. I remain skeptical ostensibly, but I don't not agree with him. I just wonder how much Gospel there is. I hear Brady speak though and. He seems earnest. He seems like a Gospel guy...I don't know. I'm conflicted about all this. I love the guys at core. and I feel like they are well intentioned. but I feel so much more substance at Redeemer. at GC.
Church Sunday was great speaking of those folks. Saturday night, Nic Pushcor was over watching the seahawks, and he randomly asks where we go to church. unprompted. We answer. He replies saying he's coming with us tomorrow morning. He says he hadn't been to church since 2nd grade. There was Korean style intercession and the start of a study on Nehemiah. Very cool. The whole time I was so worried about what Nic was thinking though. "Oh man...there are some people raising their hands...indiscriminate hand clapping...great...man...now we're weirdos to him..." and then out of the blue, God moved. without the help of Matt, Jake, or I. Amazing. Nic was having a real Jesus moment. I honestly don't know where he's at right now. I know Jake prayed with him...follow up is necessary.
Pray for me praying. Pray for me listening. I found myself implying that I was having a dialogue, a give and take, with God about my life as I was praying tonight. What bologna is that. I need to be mastered by my savior. Mortified.
On the more positive side...I enjoy my classes mostly. Kristen Parris is the spitting temperamental image of Ms. Fisher. Critical Theory is interesting...I'm only let down by my American Authors class. So boring. and so. seemingly...just...uninspired....useless...who knows. Later this week I plan on declaring officially Political Science along with English, as well as visiting Bobby and the law school info center. I feel like that is the direction to go at this point. I'm half way or so through One L and...it feels right. Pray for my humble submission to Gods will. I don't want to get locked into a track because of my stubbornness or. a lack of prayerful searching.
I was looking up stats on UW. 21% acceptance this year. 24,000 tuition alone. Pray for me prayerfully finding the way God has for me into that realm. if that is the realm I'm headed towards. The grades, essay, and test scores I can take care of (Gods given me those skills...and by His grace I'll use them well). I need to know a professor or two to write me a letter. and I need some way to prove that I'm a socially responsible and active person, in addition to being a capable student. Some activity. a leadership opportunity. who knows. I have two years.
The room is dirty and not rearranged. The fridge is empty, and the sink is full. Which means I'm generally obfuscated. I don't even care if that doesn't totally make sense there. That word feels too right coming off my tongue in this situation to not be used.
I am through verse 11 of chapter 1 in my memorization of Philippians. By Easter is the goal. It could be a good Easter if my act holds together.
Today I will exercise, eat, take a picture, and floss. This weekend the Seahawks will beat the Bears, the Pats will stomp the Jets, the Steelers will out muscle the Ravens, and Aaron Rodgers will Squeeze Green Bay past Atlanta. This Friday I will be home.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Today is Wednesday
The first day of classes. I have a feeling I am in for a considerably heavier workload than last quarter. But I couldn't be more excited. Let the learning begin. For real.
Matt invited his friend Bobby Sterling to GC tonight. It wasn't long before I figured out this is the kinda guy who Matt knows, not who knows Matt. If you get my meaning. Turns out he's awesome. I wanted to propose marriage 20 minutes into our relationship. He works as a student adviser in the law school information center. How is it that I did not even know that such a thing existed? He's only a sophomore, he plans on doing the Politics/Economics/Philosophy tri-major option. He also gives great advise. I plan on visiting him some time next week. To make sure he works for his money. It just felt like an incredibly blessed evening all together tonight. I don't know if I just notice God's hand more when I'm in the word or if he actually is more active when you are praying, or both, but meeting Bobby after starting 1L (the book recommended by Tony and Kim) and praying for some guidance in the way of careerdom, and then meeting and talking with Bobby tonight...combined with how good I generally felt about classes today. It's hard not to feel like I'm being nudged. Psychological or not. No one hates people who talk about feeling Gods call and sensing disengenuousness (new word if it's not one already) in their speech more than me. So I'm weary of possibly evening annoying myself reading this later. Right now it feels pretty genuine. I want to work hard and accomplish. Huzzah.
I took some pictures of everyone at GC tonight. or most of them. Here are the results.
Aaron Mortenson
Jake. And Aaron
Matt. He always looks so happy to see me.
Bobby.
uhhh...The adopted kid and Ella.
Christian (foreground) and Austin (background)
Josh and Josh's beer
The Sunds, Greg and Stephanie
The Sund's living room
The Sund's living and dining room
My desk.
...Jake's desk.
My side of the closet.
Guess who/
My texts for this quarter.
Day 2: The Syllabi. and a kitten.
Matt invited his friend Bobby Sterling to GC tonight. It wasn't long before I figured out this is the kinda guy who Matt knows, not who knows Matt. If you get my meaning. Turns out he's awesome. I wanted to propose marriage 20 minutes into our relationship. He works as a student adviser in the law school information center. How is it that I did not even know that such a thing existed? He's only a sophomore, he plans on doing the Politics/Economics/Philosophy tri-major option. He also gives great advise. I plan on visiting him some time next week. To make sure he works for his money. It just felt like an incredibly blessed evening all together tonight. I don't know if I just notice God's hand more when I'm in the word or if he actually is more active when you are praying, or both, but meeting Bobby after starting 1L (the book recommended by Tony and Kim) and praying for some guidance in the way of careerdom, and then meeting and talking with Bobby tonight...combined with how good I generally felt about classes today. It's hard not to feel like I'm being nudged. Psychological or not. No one hates people who talk about feeling Gods call and sensing disengenuousness (new word if it's not one already) in their speech more than me. So I'm weary of possibly evening annoying myself reading this later. Right now it feels pretty genuine. I want to work hard and accomplish. Huzzah.
I took some pictures of everyone at GC tonight. or most of them. Here are the results.
Now available in HD!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
How Great is Your Faithfulness?
Here is what I did today. So far.
Fried 2 eggs
Listened to Rob for 45 minutes.
Showered, shaved, stuck cotton in my ears, brushed and flossed.
Picked up my books.
Made a tuna sandwich.
Bought a parking permit.
Visited my classrooms for tomorrow.
Made Macaroni and Cheese.
Watched Studio B with Shepherd Smith.
Watched Jake and Matt play Mario Kart 64.
Folded (mostly) and put away my clothes
Changed my sheets.
Did the dishes and took out the trash.
Listened to Mozart.
Checked my email.
Prayed.
We might be about to watch Lois and Clark. I suggested it. but now I don't really want to do it. I want to read "One L" and spit a lot of words onto here.
I've got a bit of a stomach ache. I don't think I have been eating very healthily the past...6 months.
My new years resolutions are not going so well so far. Good thing they are also daily resolutions.
I got emailed a plan to memorize Philippians by Easter. Boy, Easter could be a big day for a lot of things.
I think I'm going to have to start small with these posts. My mind needs to get unpacked.
It seems I'm always the first one at the bus stop.
Class kicks off at 10 am tomorrow.
Fried 2 eggs
Listened to Rob for 45 minutes.
Showered, shaved, stuck cotton in my ears, brushed and flossed.
Picked up my books.
Made a tuna sandwich.
Bought a parking permit.
Visited my classrooms for tomorrow.
Made Macaroni and Cheese.
Watched Studio B with Shepherd Smith.
Watched Jake and Matt play Mario Kart 64.
Folded (mostly) and put away my clothes
Changed my sheets.
Did the dishes and took out the trash.
Listened to Mozart.
Checked my email.
Prayed.
We might be about to watch Lois and Clark. I suggested it. but now I don't really want to do it. I want to read "One L" and spit a lot of words onto here.
I've got a bit of a stomach ache. I don't think I have been eating very healthily the past...6 months.
My new years resolutions are not going so well so far. Good thing they are also daily resolutions.
I got emailed a plan to memorize Philippians by Easter. Boy, Easter could be a big day for a lot of things.
I think I'm going to have to start small with these posts. My mind needs to get unpacked.
It seems I'm always the first one at the bus stop.
Class kicks off at 10 am tomorrow.
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