last night

was good.  it involved:  some guitar hero, music listening, prayer, talking, wendy's, tea, some more talking....  i love friday nights.  they are just so relaxing and chill!  it just lets me take time to debrief from the week (to put it in military terms).

it is such a blessing to be able to spend time in fellowship and prayer.  to think that we have the freedom to do that...why do we not take advantage of it more often?  every moment of our lives should be spent in prayer.  just talking to God always.  it's so amazing that i can have that relationship with the creator of the universe!  how He loves us!  it just amazes me...

This is my exciting morning. Sitting in the hall studying spanish:) oh the joy!

Christmas present

This would be my beautiful christmas present from miss mona! Isn't it amazing!

Mobile Blogging

So this is my attempt to start mobile Blogging. We'll see how well this works out, it is looking hopeful so far! I am at church right now chillin by the baptismal. So It's not like i have anything else i should be doing except mobile Blogging. Especially when i have my lap top sitting on my lap:)

flying star

is a good place to spend your tuesday nights.  chillin' at my computer.  listening to podcasts.  sittin' with ash and tiara.  drinking peppermint tea.  looking at the mural on the wall.  good times let me tell ya.  

pockets.

so today i had this revelation about pockets.   they just aren't all that they are hyped up to be.  i mean they come in all shapes, styles, and sizes.  but are they really that good?  things have gotten so bad that they have started to make fake pockets.  and that is where i drew the line....

to start things off...the change pocket?  we've all got them, but what do you do with them?  you put change in them, but then it is stuck forever....and as we all know that's just no good for anyone.  yes a penny saved is a penny earned, but what happens when that penny gets stuck in the pocket of doom.  then it just turns into foolishness.

now to jean pockets.  do you have any idea how many problems these have caused?  you put your cell phone in it, but it still sticks half out because your pocket is so small.  then your cell phone falls out at the most inopportune moment.  like in the toilet.  in the middle of a mosh pit.  on a roller coaster.  on the classroom floor....the list goes on, but to save you i will not continue.  

then we've got the fake pockets....what happens when you go to try and put something in it?  it doesn't go in.  these are by far the silliest of all.  

then the washer issue.  we all have left important homework, money, chapstick...in out pockets.  then the washing machine.  and we all know what happens after that.

lastly, have any of you ever bought a pocket Bible or dictionary that actually fit in your pocket?  (please exclude cargo pants, that is a whole new issue that i will save for a later date).

here is my proposal.  the immediate removal of pockets from all jeans.  anyone who refuses to comply with this proposal will face imprisonment, or worse the removal of their pockets by force.   

Torches Together

so today i was sitting in the hall at school reading in Matthew 11.  it was all about john the baptist and how he was preparing the way for Jesus.  but then i came across this verse: 11:17 "we played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we mourned to you and you did not lament."  and of course, mewithoutYou's song came to mind.  so then i started analyzing the whole thing.  and as if i didn't like this song enough already, now i have another reason to love it!!

so the whole flute thing: it was talking about how no matter what we as Christians do, the world is not going to be happy about it.  in the verse following it said that they considered john demon possessed because he did not eat, but then they called Jesus a glutton for eating.  same thing.  they played the flute, but it was too happy.  so they played a sad song, but then it was too sad.  the world is looking for reasons to hate Christians.  since they cant find any real reasons, they resort to petty things that don't matter.  

then there's the whole theme of the song: torches.  Matthew 5:14-15  "you are the light of the world. a city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden.  nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lamp-stand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.  let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven."  don't hide the light that is in you because you are a Christian.  share it with the world.  we'll be like torches lighting up the world, and showing them the way to salvation.  

so there's my little analysis for the day.  hope it made a little bit of sense, and i wasn't just rambling.  

Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl.
Under a lampshade or on the shelf
Beside the bed where at night
You lay turning like a door on it's hinges?
(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again)
Why burn poor and lonely?
Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building.
We'll cut into shape & set into place or you'd rather be a window,
I'll gladly be the frame reflecting any kind of words.
We'll let in all the blame
(And ruin our reputation all the same)
Never mind out plan making,
We'll start living......anyway,
Aren't you unbearably sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?

We'll be like torches 
We'll be like torches
We'll be torches together! torches together
Well be like torches 
We'll be like torches
With whatever respect, our tattered Dignity demands
Torches together, hand in hand

Why pluck one string - What good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine i guess....We were once 'One Note',
We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain
(What light and momentary pain!)
So why this safe distance, this curious look?
Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?
Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?
Strum the guitar!
Strum the guitar!
Strum the guitar!
With no beginning, with no end
Take down a guitar and strum the guitar 
Strum the the guitar if you're afraid,
And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid
And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore

You played the flute but no one was dancing
You sang a sad song but none of us(x4)
You played such a sad song....such a sad song

Sunday!

Yesterday was possibly one of the most chill days of my life. that is definitely a good thing! it started out with some coffee and 7th heaven with my parents. kinda funny that we watch that show together...then i was doing some stuff on facebook and my e-mail....then my computer decides to die and not turn back on (the most un-chill part of my day) so my dad and i went to starbucks and drank a london fog (which, by the way, is not very good at all compared to satellite's version) while we were at starbucks we looked in the sunday ads for computer sales. the best deal just happened to be at staples, right next door. so we went to check it out. pretty nice i must say. about four times better than my laptop that just died. and the sad part is that it was only four years old...

then home once again. then monique kidnapped me once again. that seems to be a trend around these parts. then some converse (chuck taylor) shopping at shoes on a shoe string. time #1 running into miss katie reiman. then to the park to read our Bibles, but it was to cold and windy, so we walked around it and came back home.

then facebooking on my brothers working computer at home. then the beginnings of a chick flick. then brandino arrives. so we turn the chick flick off. our day had been girly enough already. some youtube watching. ridiculous conversations....and the hobbs sisters plus keneth arrive. i attempt to make my own version of a london fog. which is completely disgusting. and no one refrains from telling me it...

so we go to satellite on a covert operation. our mission: to find the secret to the perfect london fog. just ended up blatently asking them how they did it. but, surprisingly, they told us how they do it. so now we have to try it!! i'm pretty stoked. time #2 running into miss katie reiman

but now back to the chill day...we came home. shared the secret with my mom so that at least one of us would remember when we tried to make it. let my mom taste a real london fog. after which she reassured me that mine was completely gross...then a worship night down stairs. not to mention the beautiful fire my dad started in our fire place. then the fire died and we had to resort to the use of a black light. which was kinda ridiculous if you ask me....lol. then some prayer. then everyone went to their appropriate houses.

and that is the end of my ridiculously chill, do nothing day. yeah, it was alot of writing....but as you will recall, nothing really happened. so the end.

Four Word Letter-mewithoutYou

I wrote a four word letter... with post-script in crooked lines,"Though I'd lived I'd never been alive."And you know who I am... you held my hem as I traveled blind,Listening to the whispering in my ear, soft but getting stronger,Telling me the only purpose of my being here is to stay a bit longer.Stealing a bicycle chain as the handlebars crashed to the ground,And the back wheel detached from the frame, it kept rolling, yeah,But aimlessly drifting around.Oh, doubters, let's go down... let's go down, won't you come on down?Oh, doubters, let's go down... down to the river to pray."Oh, but I'm so small I can barely be seen... how can this great love be inside of me?"Look at your eyes.... they're small in size, but they see enormous things.Wearing black canvas slippers in our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose,We sewed buttons and zippers to Chinese pink silk and olive night clothes.If you could someday stop by somehow we'll show you the pictures and fix you some tea...See, my dad's getting a bit older now, and just unimaginably lonely!Oh, pretenders, let's go down... let's go down, won't you come on down?Oh, pretenders, let's go down... down to the river to pray."Oh, but I'm so afraid" or "I'm set in my ways"But He'll make the rabbits and rocks sing His praise."Oh, but I'm too tired, I won't last long."No, He'll use the weak to overcome the strong!Oh, Amanda, let's go down... let's go down, won't you come on down?Mama, Nana, let's go down... down in the dirt by the river to pray.(A wick to fit the wax... wood to fit the wire)You strike the match... why not be utterly changed to fire?To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked?So if you'd care to come along, we're gonna curb all our never-ending, clever complaining,As who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song?Though we hunger, though all that we eat brings us little relief,We don't know quite what else to do;We have all our beliefs, but we don't want our beliefs...God of Peace, we want You.

so basically, sunsets make my life! i was going through some old pictures on my computer. and i just so happened to find this one. my dad sent it to us from iraq. he took it while he was over there like 5 years ago. it's so amazing to look at this picture, and just see the glory of God all over it! to think that this was taken half way across the world in the midst of a war.....wow! God really is there in the midst of everything. and even the simplest of things are the most gorgeous, and just remind me how great our God is. He is most definitely the best artist in the world. i would give anything for Him and to be in His presence!