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Man, this place is so dead this week.
Mar. 18th, 2005 01:38 pmOf course, I haven't really been helping that much, but I never signed up to help. Maybe I should...
I'm a little bummed about spring break being over. I mean, I know I was bored for a bit of it, but it was also really nice. I'm especially not looking forward to all the tests I have the next two weeks. I think this next week when I go back I have two tests, and the week after that I have one on monday. Plus, I'm going to have a paper to do on some shakespeare play, and no idea what the hell I should make it about. I have a program I need to do stuff on, and a 5-7 page research paper to do by april 15. So panic a little.
At least last night was good fun. A group of us from church all got together and watched a movie, though we talked so much through it that I only vaguely recall bits of it. It was an Indiana Jones movie though, so it doesn't matter. I was never really a fan of those movies, but then again, half the movies that Spielberg makes I don't really care for. His older stuff especially sucked. But anyway, we had fun, and one of the girls brought these keen cupcakes that turned everyone's mouths and teeth this amazing shade of green. I wasn't going to have any, but when I saw the color they made peoples mouths, I just had to have some. Heather cracks me up to. Just saying.
And I don't remember how it came up, probably because of the "christian" themes in Indiana Jones, but we all ended up in this big theological discussion. We even brought down Matt's dad, who's like a sub-pastor person, and tried to answer some of the questions a few of the girls had. I never really thought about it before, but I've been really blessed in my upbringing christianity wise. Between all the stuff my parents taught me, and all the reading I've done, much of it in the last few years, I've been given a lot of knowledge. I've taken it for granted, but I forget sometimes that not everyone knows what I do, and after I have to violently crush my pride, I feel very grateful to know what I do. Unfortunately, while I may understand some of this stuff, I really suck at explaining it to other people. I read all these awesome books, and I can't even give a rundown of it well enough to fit on a book jacket. It's keen that I know it, but I wish I could use it to help others the way it helps me. Ah well.
At one point, one of the girls brought up the whole bit about being called a Jesus Freak, and a few others echoed that they have had a similar experience, and it made me realize something. I've never been called that. I so need to be doing more. If I'm not being called a Jesus Freak, I think I'm doing something wrong. I'm fitting in too well. That's just not right.
I'm a little bummed about spring break being over. I mean, I know I was bored for a bit of it, but it was also really nice. I'm especially not looking forward to all the tests I have the next two weeks. I think this next week when I go back I have two tests, and the week after that I have one on monday. Plus, I'm going to have a paper to do on some shakespeare play, and no idea what the hell I should make it about. I have a program I need to do stuff on, and a 5-7 page research paper to do by april 15. So panic a little.
At least last night was good fun. A group of us from church all got together and watched a movie, though we talked so much through it that I only vaguely recall bits of it. It was an Indiana Jones movie though, so it doesn't matter. I was never really a fan of those movies, but then again, half the movies that Spielberg makes I don't really care for. His older stuff especially sucked. But anyway, we had fun, and one of the girls brought these keen cupcakes that turned everyone's mouths and teeth this amazing shade of green. I wasn't going to have any, but when I saw the color they made peoples mouths, I just had to have some. Heather cracks me up to. Just saying.
And I don't remember how it came up, probably because of the "christian" themes in Indiana Jones, but we all ended up in this big theological discussion. We even brought down Matt's dad, who's like a sub-pastor person, and tried to answer some of the questions a few of the girls had. I never really thought about it before, but I've been really blessed in my upbringing christianity wise. Between all the stuff my parents taught me, and all the reading I've done, much of it in the last few years, I've been given a lot of knowledge. I've taken it for granted, but I forget sometimes that not everyone knows what I do, and after I have to violently crush my pride, I feel very grateful to know what I do. Unfortunately, while I may understand some of this stuff, I really suck at explaining it to other people. I read all these awesome books, and I can't even give a rundown of it well enough to fit on a book jacket. It's keen that I know it, but I wish I could use it to help others the way it helps me. Ah well.
At one point, one of the girls brought up the whole bit about being called a Jesus Freak, and a few others echoed that they have had a similar experience, and it made me realize something. I've never been called that. I so need to be doing more. If I'm not being called a Jesus Freak, I think I'm doing something wrong. I'm fitting in too well. That's just not right.
