Well it's official, I am now burning the candle at both ends. As one job is not sufficient to cover the funds needed to pay for a college education, I am now working at two places in town. In addition to the afore mentioned coffee shop, I will start being a waiter in a few days.
Yep, sleep and hanging out is over rated.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
I watched some very dear friends graduate from highschool today. Amazingly, It's been an entire year since i graduated from highschool myself, and in retrospect, all of that pomp and circumstance is pretty much meaningless. It's depressing how much satisfaction we often take in our own accomplishments. *sigh*
Well my brothers are fussing at me to come play yet another round of the boardgame LIFE, so I probably should go play. I hope i get the artist, that's the best job.
Well my brothers are fussing at me to come play yet another round of the boardgame LIFE, so I probably should go play. I hope i get the artist, that's the best job.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Coffee
Well I'm working in a Coffee shop now, which is pretty interesting considering I don't drink coffee. To be quite honest, I'm still not exactly sure on the differance between a Latte and a Mocha.
In all, this proves to be further evidence of the generousity of the God that I serve. He has always proved himself to be more than capable to meet my every need, including getting jobs (even ones in which I'm dangerously underqualified.)
In all, this proves to be further evidence of the generousity of the God that I serve. He has always proved himself to be more than capable to meet my every need, including getting jobs (even ones in which I'm dangerously underqualified.)
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Non-stop to PHX
My non-stop flight to Phoenix departed at 7:10 AM. Generally, it is suggested to arrive at the airport at least an hour before take-off, to allow for various delays in checking in, passing through security, boarding, and so forth. In my context this calls for arriving at the airport at 6:10. Factor in a hot shower, a nutritious breakfast, double-checking my suitcases for everything I need, and the fifteen minute drive to the airport; and realistically I need to wake up at 5:00 AM.
When I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door instead the expected ringing of my alarm clock, I knew I was screwed.
Sure enough, I opened the door to see Toto and my older brother, who greeted me with the quite well deserved, “Where have you been!” Absolutely mortified, I look over to my clock to see the time 6:14, announcing my certain doom in red glowing numbers. 6:14!! My plane is taking off in 56 minutes and I just woke up.
I stared at my alarm clock for a while in disbelief, hoping if I stared at the numbers long enough that it would change. I had made sure my alarm was set before going to bed. However further examination revealed the source of the problem, my alarm clock was 12 hours ahead- the same alarm-setting mistake that has me made late for church and almost miss class too many times to count. It was set to go off at the Eastern Standard Time equivalent of 5:00 PM.
After saying “Oh, crap” enough times to make a movie receive a PG-13 rating, I took what was most definitely the fastest shower of my life and got completely dressed in less then three minutes, flat. I grabbed my carry-on’s and ran down stairs where John already had the car packed and ready to go. (I’m sure this will in fact come as a great shock to those who know him well, but John found the entire ordeal quite humorous, and was actually snapping pictures the entire time.)
Well, by God’s grace I made it to my flight on time, literally being the second to last one to board, just a few short minutes before taxing down the runway.
Now granted there were other encumbrances along the way. One of my suitcases was overweight, one of the security agents found it necessary to yell at me, the line through security was backed up all the way to the escalators by the ticketing counters (for those of you who are not familiar with the Louisville airport, that is really, really far), and people are just as impolite and depraved as ever. But that is an all-together different subject. As far as the satire of air travel goes, well that is better left to the stand-up comics of the mid-nineties.
When I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door instead the expected ringing of my alarm clock, I knew I was screwed.
Sure enough, I opened the door to see Toto and my older brother, who greeted me with the quite well deserved, “Where have you been!” Absolutely mortified, I look over to my clock to see the time 6:14, announcing my certain doom in red glowing numbers. 6:14!! My plane is taking off in 56 minutes and I just woke up.
I stared at my alarm clock for a while in disbelief, hoping if I stared at the numbers long enough that it would change. I had made sure my alarm was set before going to bed. However further examination revealed the source of the problem, my alarm clock was 12 hours ahead- the same alarm-setting mistake that has me made late for church and almost miss class too many times to count. It was set to go off at the Eastern Standard Time equivalent of 5:00 PM.
After saying “Oh, crap” enough times to make a movie receive a PG-13 rating, I took what was most definitely the fastest shower of my life and got completely dressed in less then three minutes, flat. I grabbed my carry-on’s and ran down stairs where John already had the car packed and ready to go. (I’m sure this will in fact come as a great shock to those who know him well, but John found the entire ordeal quite humorous, and was actually snapping pictures the entire time.)
Well, by God’s grace I made it to my flight on time, literally being the second to last one to board, just a few short minutes before taxing down the runway.
Now granted there were other encumbrances along the way. One of my suitcases was overweight, one of the security agents found it necessary to yell at me, the line through security was backed up all the way to the escalators by the ticketing counters (for those of you who are not familiar with the Louisville airport, that is really, really far), and people are just as impolite and depraved as ever. But that is an all-together different subject. As far as the satire of air travel goes, well that is better left to the stand-up comics of the mid-nineties.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Finally done with Finals
Well, I guess I'm a sophmore now... I'm not even sure if I know how to spell it right.
Wow, when I look back over the last two semesters it seems as though it was a lifetime, there's so many memories, it's as though nothing happened in my life before I came to Boyce.
Well, I'm glad I made it. God has been so generous to me. I can't wait for next semester.
Wow, when I look back over the last two semesters it seems as though it was a lifetime, there's so many memories, it's as though nothing happened in my life before I came to Boyce.
Well, I'm glad I made it. God has been so generous to me. I can't wait for next semester.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Well it has been an amazing two days. I can not remember feeling such a broad gamit of emotions in such a short period time in pretty much my entire life. Between the Spring Banquet and Bandfest, I have had more fun than anyone should have in such a short period of time.
The banquet was great. Everyone, and I mean everyone, there looked phenomenal (though I think Boyce Alumnus Scott O'Neil was my personal favorite). Other than not being able to actually eat any of the food, the event was a blast. Highlights of the evening included an appearence from the Boyce Mafia, a hilarious student life video, and my size 10 1/2 shoe winning my date, Christin Simpson, a gift certificate.
The after party was where the real festivities began though. If anyone has ever had more fun singing karaoke while sober I would be amazed. For those of you who weren't in attendence, lets just say Dr. Collins and my brother sang a little song called "Wild Thing". Nuff Said. I was unfortunately not able to beat John Tollefson in Ping Pong, which was dissapointing. However Lance and Noah turned out to be the best driver/photographers we could have ever hoped for.
Bandfest was awesome too, other than James Losey breaking his leg. That really sucked. Peter and I screwed up our songs in ways I pretty badly, but I do not think we were too terrible. Dr. Collins grills a great burger, and some of my Favorite Profs were there listening to the music.
wow, what a week!
The banquet was great. Everyone, and I mean everyone, there looked phenomenal (though I think Boyce Alumnus Scott O'Neil was my personal favorite). Other than not being able to actually eat any of the food, the event was a blast. Highlights of the evening included an appearence from the Boyce Mafia, a hilarious student life video, and my size 10 1/2 shoe winning my date, Christin Simpson, a gift certificate.
The after party was where the real festivities began though. If anyone has ever had more fun singing karaoke while sober I would be amazed. For those of you who weren't in attendence, lets just say Dr. Collins and my brother sang a little song called "Wild Thing". Nuff Said. I was unfortunately not able to beat John Tollefson in Ping Pong, which was dissapointing. However Lance and Noah turned out to be the best driver/photographers we could have ever hoped for.
Bandfest was awesome too, other than James Losey breaking his leg. That really sucked. Peter and I screwed up our songs in ways I pretty badly, but I do not think we were too terrible. Dr. Collins grills a great burger, and some of my Favorite Profs were there listening to the music.
wow, what a week!
Friday, April 28, 2006
Pages to Sleep ratio
Wow, God certainly gave me an abundance of grace this week.
With a paper due everyday, it was one of the most difficult weeks academically i've had in 2 semesters. This can be determined scientifically by what i like to call the pages to sleep ratio. Sum total of pages of papers turned in = 35. Sum total of hours of sleep during same time period = 14. So when the the total hours of sleep is divided by the number of pages the quotient is equal to 0.40. That my friends is a very low pages to sleep ratio. I mean usually you want to have a positive ratio.
With a paper due everyday, it was one of the most difficult weeks academically i've had in 2 semesters. This can be determined scientifically by what i like to call the pages to sleep ratio. Sum total of pages of papers turned in = 35. Sum total of hours of sleep during same time period = 14. So when the the total hours of sleep is divided by the number of pages the quotient is equal to 0.40. That my friends is a very low pages to sleep ratio. I mean usually you want to have a positive ratio.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Nicholas
I wrote this story a couple of months ago, but I have only shown it to a few people- mostly out of some fear of rejection. Well, recently this story won second place in a writing contest, so I finally have the strenght of heart to share it with the public. I hope you like it.
Nicholas
Nicholas rubbed his arms, but it didn’t help. He couldn’t feel his hands; that is to say he couldn’t feel his hands touching anything. He could feel pain, tingling like someone was holding his hands under scalding hot water. The frail little boy pulled his knees to his chest and desperately wished it would bring some warmth. If he could just make himself smaller- curl up in a tighter circle. Nicholas started crying again, but his tears instantly met a cruel wind that caught his tears before they could reach his cheeks.
“Stop crying,” Nicholas told himself, still sobbing. “It hurts too much. Stop crying.”
Nicholas almost wished he had not run away from his new foster home, almost. He just could not face that uncertainty one more time. Besides, he thought he would probably just do something wrong again and be moved to yet another family. He almost could not remember his real family anymore. He thought they could not have loved him very much, or else they would have never given him up. Now it was late at night and he was out on the streets, curled up on the steps of an old church building. He wished that he had a blanket or a jacket, but when he had ran away he had not thought to bring anything with him. He did not really think that he was going to get away with it.
“Pleases don’t cry. You don’t have to be afraid,” said a sweet voice.
Nicholas’s heart skipped a beat; he held his breath as he looked up to see who it was.
Before him was a scrawny little girl with golden red hair, which was being mussed by the wind. Like Nicholas, she was ill dressed for the weather, with a just dirty white dress to wrap meagerly around her fragile frame. Somehow, she did not appear to be that cold. To Nicholas she looked like an angel, glowing softly like a matchstick or candle does in the dark.
“I-I’m cold.” Nicholas managed to stutter, shivering uncontrollably. Nicholas was old enough to be embarrassed that some one had seen him crying, but the pain outweighed the shame.
“It’s okay. I can help,” she said. The words sang out softly like a beautiful lullaby.
“I’m not afraid,” Nicholas said, mostly to himself. The tears were coming slower now. “And I’m not going back.”
“Of course we can’t go back!” she giggled. “Let’s go somewhere else, somewhere better.”
This seemed like a very good idea to Nicholas. It always had occurred to him that somewhere there would be something better. There was a part of him that had a vague conception of the ways things should be, but the only existence Nicholas had ever experienced was of pain and very little love. Now this girl was offering to him what he had only dared to believe existed.
“Let’s go to my house, it’s warm and we could have hot chocolate. Do you want to come?” she asked hopefully, with a hint of fear he might turn her down.
“Sure.” Nicholas said feebly, but remaining motionless because of the pain.
“Here, take my hand.” The girl said.
The two congruent hands met in a perfect intersection of grace and despair. Upon contact with grace, despair is transformed into something absolutely wonderful: hope. Hope, however, doesn’t eradicate pain as Nicholas found out as he tried feebly to pull himself to his feet. His own efforts failed, as Nicholas found himself completely helpless in the girl's hands. The little girl pulled valiantly though, and brought Nicholas to his feet.
Nicholas was still very weak. It took every effort of his scrawny muscles to keep from collapsing onto the sidewalk as the little girl helped him along. It was difficult, but it did not hurt as much as it had when he had been on the ground.
“Just a few of more steps,” the little girl said. “We’re almost there.”
Nicholas could not bear to look up to see their progress, but he noticed that with each step he took it was a little easier to take another. The truth was with each step they took the little girl bore more and more of his weight, until Nicholas was merely moving his feet as the girl held him up. They continued until Nicholas thought he could bear no more.
“Just one more step.” The little girl whispered.
Nicholas opened his eyes to see the sun rising over the horizon, illuminating in a brilliant glow.
“Where are we?” he asked the girl in wonderment.
“My father’s house,” she replied, in a whisper.
The light grew brighter until Nicholas’s surroundings began to fade and the details of the landscape became utterly indistinguishable in the light. Nicholas looked at his hands to see that they were glowing just as the little girl had been when he first met her. He turned to show the girl, but she was glowing so brightly he could barely see her. She gave Nicholas one last smile as she vanished completely in the light. Now Nicholas was standing alone in the midst of the bright light. The small child did not fully grasp the significance of the situation, but he knew that this was indeed good, and he could trust his new friend. Nicholas took one more final, painless step, and all the hurt and suffering that had filled his life was burned away. Then there was only light, and a poor, little child was made whole.
Nicholas
Nicholas rubbed his arms, but it didn’t help. He couldn’t feel his hands; that is to say he couldn’t feel his hands touching anything. He could feel pain, tingling like someone was holding his hands under scalding hot water. The frail little boy pulled his knees to his chest and desperately wished it would bring some warmth. If he could just make himself smaller- curl up in a tighter circle. Nicholas started crying again, but his tears instantly met a cruel wind that caught his tears before they could reach his cheeks.
“Stop crying,” Nicholas told himself, still sobbing. “It hurts too much. Stop crying.”
Nicholas almost wished he had not run away from his new foster home, almost. He just could not face that uncertainty one more time. Besides, he thought he would probably just do something wrong again and be moved to yet another family. He almost could not remember his real family anymore. He thought they could not have loved him very much, or else they would have never given him up. Now it was late at night and he was out on the streets, curled up on the steps of an old church building. He wished that he had a blanket or a jacket, but when he had ran away he had not thought to bring anything with him. He did not really think that he was going to get away with it.
“Pleases don’t cry. You don’t have to be afraid,” said a sweet voice.
Nicholas’s heart skipped a beat; he held his breath as he looked up to see who it was.
Before him was a scrawny little girl with golden red hair, which was being mussed by the wind. Like Nicholas, she was ill dressed for the weather, with a just dirty white dress to wrap meagerly around her fragile frame. Somehow, she did not appear to be that cold. To Nicholas she looked like an angel, glowing softly like a matchstick or candle does in the dark.
“I-I’m cold.” Nicholas managed to stutter, shivering uncontrollably. Nicholas was old enough to be embarrassed that some one had seen him crying, but the pain outweighed the shame.
“It’s okay. I can help,” she said. The words sang out softly like a beautiful lullaby.
“I’m not afraid,” Nicholas said, mostly to himself. The tears were coming slower now. “And I’m not going back.”
“Of course we can’t go back!” she giggled. “Let’s go somewhere else, somewhere better.”
This seemed like a very good idea to Nicholas. It always had occurred to him that somewhere there would be something better. There was a part of him that had a vague conception of the ways things should be, but the only existence Nicholas had ever experienced was of pain and very little love. Now this girl was offering to him what he had only dared to believe existed.
“Let’s go to my house, it’s warm and we could have hot chocolate. Do you want to come?” she asked hopefully, with a hint of fear he might turn her down.
“Sure.” Nicholas said feebly, but remaining motionless because of the pain.
“Here, take my hand.” The girl said.
The two congruent hands met in a perfect intersection of grace and despair. Upon contact with grace, despair is transformed into something absolutely wonderful: hope. Hope, however, doesn’t eradicate pain as Nicholas found out as he tried feebly to pull himself to his feet. His own efforts failed, as Nicholas found himself completely helpless in the girl's hands. The little girl pulled valiantly though, and brought Nicholas to his feet.
Nicholas was still very weak. It took every effort of his scrawny muscles to keep from collapsing onto the sidewalk as the little girl helped him along. It was difficult, but it did not hurt as much as it had when he had been on the ground.
“Just a few of more steps,” the little girl said. “We’re almost there.”
Nicholas could not bear to look up to see their progress, but he noticed that with each step he took it was a little easier to take another. The truth was with each step they took the little girl bore more and more of his weight, until Nicholas was merely moving his feet as the girl held him up. They continued until Nicholas thought he could bear no more.
“Just one more step.” The little girl whispered.
Nicholas opened his eyes to see the sun rising over the horizon, illuminating in a brilliant glow.
“Where are we?” he asked the girl in wonderment.
“My father’s house,” she replied, in a whisper.
The light grew brighter until Nicholas’s surroundings began to fade and the details of the landscape became utterly indistinguishable in the light. Nicholas looked at his hands to see that they were glowing just as the little girl had been when he first met her. He turned to show the girl, but she was glowing so brightly he could barely see her. She gave Nicholas one last smile as she vanished completely in the light. Now Nicholas was standing alone in the midst of the bright light. The small child did not fully grasp the significance of the situation, but he knew that this was indeed good, and he could trust his new friend. Nicholas took one more final, painless step, and all the hurt and suffering that had filled his life was burned away. Then there was only light, and a poor, little child was made whole.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
What a wonderful Easter. How fitting, that the day we celebrate our Savior's resurection should be spent in fellowship with other Christ followers.
A big crew of us went out to the BeanBlossom's house after church for Easter dinner. There was, I might add, a rousing egg hunt in which i found more eggs than anyone, save the BeanBlossom's youngest Annie. Unfortunately, despite my full bag of plastic eggs, I was not able to locate any eggs with money inside. Chris Bond fond the big one, which had a nice, wallet sized picture of Alexander Hamilton in it.
I would like to thank everyone who came to the show last night. You guys were the ones who made it all worth while. Every one was simply amazing, I can not wait till we do it again.
A big crew of us went out to the BeanBlossom's house after church for Easter dinner. There was, I might add, a rousing egg hunt in which i found more eggs than anyone, save the BeanBlossom's youngest Annie. Unfortunately, despite my full bag of plastic eggs, I was not able to locate any eggs with money inside. Chris Bond fond the big one, which had a nice, wallet sized picture of Alexander Hamilton in it.
I would like to thank everyone who came to the show last night. You guys were the ones who made it all worth while. Every one was simply amazing, I can not wait till we do it again.
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