It's official! Peter Sieg is now engaged. Congratulations man.

Black Friday

Wow. What a crappy day. I had to work 11 hours. I'm drastically behind on school. My bank account is the lowest it's been in 12 months, and I just finished a less than pleasent phone call. *sigh*

I surely am a helpless creature in need of an inmeasurable amount grace.

All praise to God who has mercy on his children and lovingly meets their every need.

Indoor Soccer

Well, we were defeated 13-4, which is pretty much humiliating, but still, I think we had fun. We played the Mixed Latinos, so named because they consisted of players from across the southern hemisphere, including Mexico, Guatamala, and Salvador.

Through a combination of dumb luck and good timing, I managed to score a goal, which made my evening. In my mind that somehow justifies spending $60+ on shin guards and cleats.

Boyce Bulldogs

Paul and I are going to be playing in tomorrow's indoor soccer game- which should be interesting considering that neither of us have any experience. This league is suppose to be pretty hardcore, so it might get ugly.

Insomnia

You know that you procrastinated on your paper if you're still up when the janitors start their morning shift. Even worse is if the third shift UPS guys are back from work and asleep before you are. Yes my friends, 6:00 AM is far too late to be up.

Thy Mercy, My God

As of late I have not been able to stop listening to Sandra McCracken's version of this song.
The lyrics, which I believe is from a Puritan hymn, are incredibly moving.

Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.

Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here.
Sin would reduce me to utter despair,
But through Thy free goodness, my spirit's revived
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep for the praise of the mercy I've found.

Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own
In the covenant love of Thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.

Love us or Hate us, it's still an Obsession

Well Peter and I have finished laying down the tracks for our newest song, "Umbrella"; a song that Peter wrote over 3 years ago!

Anyway, it should be up and online as soon as Drake finishs the mastering and all of that other studio stuff. So keep an eye out.

Finals are coming soon. Very soon.

Sufjan

I just watched Sufjan Stevens on PBS's Austin City Limits and I'm still in awe. At this point of my college education I still do not have a vocabulary that is extensive enough to describe how amazing it was.

Granted it was kind of hard to enjoy with the 20+ people constantly asking, "Why does he have wings on his back?"

To which I responded, "Because he's Sufjan! He can do whatever he wants."

Honestly! How could anyone make fun of someone who includes a celesta in his live act? Or laugh at a musician who plays no less than 4 instruments in as many songs (piano, guitar, banjo, and jingle bells)?

Some people just do not understand art.

Sunergos

I am currently at Sunergos Espresso Bar, listening to Brian Moats do a fabulous cover of Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daughter".

Mhhm, so fantastic.

Gross!

While typing in my URL address, instead of the correct "mjbutterworth.blogspot.com" I accidently entered "mjbutt.com", which featured a close up of Michael Jackson's spandex clad... well, you get the picture.

Yeah, I know, disturbing mental picture. I think I need a better internet filter.