It's my last night in Sparkle City for the summer. Then, I'm going home. And I find myself wondering if York really is the place where I belong anymore. I feel right here in Spartanburg. Home... York... Feels like the place I visit. Not the place I live. When I pull off off the interstate in Sparkle City, I feel like I'm almost home. But when I get to my road in Y-town, I feel like I'm almost to my mom's house.
Is that weird?
I don't know.
Right now, I'm spending the night with Roxie, and Boone is crunching food, despite the fact that it's 12:30, and silly kitty should be sleeping. lol.
But anywho...
It really was hard saying bye to Megan when she left with her bearded man today. I mean, really really hard. But I'm happy for her. She deserves some time away.
Much to my shock and disbelief, I not only passed stats, but made an A in the course. Sweet fancy Moses! I'm in shock.
Tomorrow, Roxie is gonna go to Hope Point with me, where I've been told by a little bird (or a regular sized Josh) that we will be singing "From the Inside Out" much to my joy and happiness.
Anywho.
I need to go to sleep and stop rambling. As Boone continues crunching and munching. And stuff. lol.
Buenas noches, Sparkle City.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Of being up too early...
Let me commence this tale at its beginning...
I went to bed way too late Tuesday night, and woke up at 8 so I could shower and go to class. Once in class, I proceeded to bomb my stats test, and left. I went to Wally World to buy a new transmitter cord for my iPod in my car.
Then, I went to Mallory and JP's to meet Roxie and head over to G-vegas to try on my dress so I can be all bridesmaid-ish. :) Fun times! We went all over Greenville, trying on my dress, then shopping at Old Navy, then off to her apartment, then Ingles to pick up her check. I saw random random parts of G-ville, and ended up with very cute clothes. :D My dress is gorgeous by the way. I'm just waiting for it to come now.
Anywho, once we got back to Mallory and JP's, I played with Boone and Lucy for a bit, before I sat down on the couch. Once I sat down, I started dozing off. So Roxie made me go get food, and she went to Wal-Mart. Yes, mommy. lol. So, off I went to eat a super-late lunch at Chick-fil-a. By the way, the guy who waited on me was by far the least friendly Chick-fil-a employee I've ever met. I tried to be super nice to him. Didn't work. He was still grumpy.
After Chick-fil-a, I came back to my apartment, and got on Facebook. I talked to a few people (mainly RoFo, but also both Joshes and Peter) for a bit, and then I decided to take a nap.
This was at 6:30 pm, mind you, so I had no intentions of sleeping past 8, at which point, I was planning to get up and do laundry.
Joanna called around 8, and I heard it, but didn't answer, thinking I'd be up soon anyway, and I'd just call her back. But alas. No such luck. It really stinks, too, because I think we were probably going to watch Sweeny Todd, which I haven't seen yet. :( It would have been fun.
Anyway, I finally woke up at 5 minutes till 3, and that was evilness incarnate. My first thought was to call Jo back, but I decided it would not be nice after I realized it was 3 am.
I laid back down and tossed and turned a while before deciding I'd go ahead and do my laundry. Then, I left my friends very random Facebook comments, and now, here I am.
2 hours later.
And I'm still up.
That's right. I am STILL awake.
But I'm going to class at 9, then to lunch and Plato's Closet with Megan later on! Fun times!!!
Might play poker with Jeff and B later, too... Just don't know yet.
So, yeah. My stupid sleep cycle. You had to wake me up at 3, huh?
Guess I could always be a weirdo and go to Sbux when we open and get coffee, right? And food! Cuz I've been up 2 hours without food. That's going to have to change soon. I have a rumbly in my tumbly that would put Pooh Bear to shame.
OK. That's all.
Peace up, A-town down, Y-town up! :)
I went to bed way too late Tuesday night, and woke up at 8 so I could shower and go to class. Once in class, I proceeded to bomb my stats test, and left. I went to Wally World to buy a new transmitter cord for my iPod in my car.
Then, I went to Mallory and JP's to meet Roxie and head over to G-vegas to try on my dress so I can be all bridesmaid-ish. :) Fun times! We went all over Greenville, trying on my dress, then shopping at Old Navy, then off to her apartment, then Ingles to pick up her check. I saw random random parts of G-ville, and ended up with very cute clothes. :D My dress is gorgeous by the way. I'm just waiting for it to come now.
Anywho, once we got back to Mallory and JP's, I played with Boone and Lucy for a bit, before I sat down on the couch. Once I sat down, I started dozing off. So Roxie made me go get food, and she went to Wal-Mart. Yes, mommy. lol. So, off I went to eat a super-late lunch at Chick-fil-a. By the way, the guy who waited on me was by far the least friendly Chick-fil-a employee I've ever met. I tried to be super nice to him. Didn't work. He was still grumpy.
After Chick-fil-a, I came back to my apartment, and got on Facebook. I talked to a few people (mainly RoFo, but also both Joshes and Peter) for a bit, and then I decided to take a nap.
This was at 6:30 pm, mind you, so I had no intentions of sleeping past 8, at which point, I was planning to get up and do laundry.
Joanna called around 8, and I heard it, but didn't answer, thinking I'd be up soon anyway, and I'd just call her back. But alas. No such luck. It really stinks, too, because I think we were probably going to watch Sweeny Todd, which I haven't seen yet. :( It would have been fun.
Anyway, I finally woke up at 5 minutes till 3, and that was evilness incarnate. My first thought was to call Jo back, but I decided it would not be nice after I realized it was 3 am.
I laid back down and tossed and turned a while before deciding I'd go ahead and do my laundry. Then, I left my friends very random Facebook comments, and now, here I am.
2 hours later.
And I'm still up.
That's right. I am STILL awake.
But I'm going to class at 9, then to lunch and Plato's Closet with Megan later on! Fun times!!!
Might play poker with Jeff and B later, too... Just don't know yet.
So, yeah. My stupid sleep cycle. You had to wake me up at 3, huh?
Guess I could always be a weirdo and go to Sbux when we open and get coffee, right? And food! Cuz I've been up 2 hours without food. That's going to have to change soon. I have a rumbly in my tumbly that would put Pooh Bear to shame.
OK. That's all.
Peace up, A-town down, Y-town up! :)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Of pooches and dumb Keanu Reeves movies...
So, here I sit, watching some horrible (go figure) Keanu Reeves movie, while Megan struggles with Harley, who is snarling, and hating being held... And Nikki sits there threateningly with a newspaper. :)
I had a great last day of work at the Sbux here. Got to work with Kathy, Jeff, and Kirky... It was great.
And no more Sparkle City Sbux for 2 1/2 ish months.
Sa-weet!!!!!!
Then, I hung out with Larry for about 4 hours. It was great seeing him! :)
Yay for friends and good days.
However, after my test at 9, it might not be so good...
Until I'm shopping with Roxie for my bridesmaid's dress. :)
I had a great last day of work at the Sbux here. Got to work with Kathy, Jeff, and Kirky... It was great.
And no more Sparkle City Sbux for 2 1/2 ish months.
Sa-weet!!!!!!
Then, I hung out with Larry for about 4 hours. It was great seeing him! :)
Yay for friends and good days.
However, after my test at 9, it might not be so good...
Until I'm shopping with Roxie for my bridesmaid's dress. :)
Monday, May 26, 2008
La-dee-da. :P
So, yeah. I really shouldn't have talked yesterday about how Dale Jr. was kicking Kasey Kahne's butt.
Came back to bite me.
And Jerica made sure I knew it.
But still, Kahne couldn't have pulled a top 5 finish out like Jr. did after the night he had.
So I stand behind my assertion that Jr. is the better driver of the two.
And Kyle Busch, is, as usual, a punk.
And the hardest thing to swallow was that both Kahne and Gordon were ahead of Jr. Which means both Jerica and her Dad were giving me crap.
At least I had Roxie there, and talked to my dad later. :)
MMMMMMK.
Now that I've bored all the millions of people who read my blog with this amazing sport known as NASCAR, I shall go.
Came back to bite me.
And Jerica made sure I knew it.
But still, Kahne couldn't have pulled a top 5 finish out like Jr. did after the night he had.
So I stand behind my assertion that Jr. is the better driver of the two.
And Kyle Busch, is, as usual, a punk.
And the hardest thing to swallow was that both Kahne and Gordon were ahead of Jr. Which means both Jerica and her Dad were giving me crap.
At least I had Roxie there, and talked to my dad later. :)
MMMMMMK.
Now that I've bored all the millions of people who read my blog with this amazing sport known as NASCAR, I shall go.
Wait, what? Beautiful and scandalous... Can we say that?
First off, I'm going to post the lyrics to an incredible song...
(Robbie Seay Band,
© Whenever it was published ;D)
Anyway... I've heard this song many times... It's one of my favorites. And it's always seemed so awesome and so passionate... I understood what it meant in a way... Sort of a different take on Christ's death, but still, very true. But yesterday, at Hope Point, after the band finished playing/singing it, Richard started talking about it, getting at the meanings of the words beautiful and scandalous.
And that got me thinking...
First off, disclaimer, if you didn't know, I'm a foreign language concentration (Secondary Ed-Spanish to be exact) and so, words, language, etc., holds a great deal of interest for me...
So, what exactly do the words beautiful and scandalous mean, and why do they apply to the death of Christ?
I think the word Scandalous really stands out to me, so let's do that one first, because I'm the kind of girl that eats desert first. I hate waiting for my favorite part of movies, etc. So, yeah. Scandalous first, because I said so. lol.
For this defining deal, I'm going to refer to my good friend, the handy-dandy dictionary.com.
Scandalous:
So, yeah. The death of Christ... How does that fit together?
Disgraceful... It was the climax of human sin and depravity. Killing the only holy One who ever lived. Shameful... Christ suffered for all to see, in a way that caused ultimate shame. Imagine being slaughtered in front of your family and friends almost naked and hung up high for everyone to see. That's what Jesus did. That's how He died. Improper... No joke. This was a death reserved for criminals of the basest kind. This is not the kind of death one would expect for the Son of God Almighty, who'd just lived 33 years of absolute perfection. Giving offense to moral sensibilities... If moral sensibilities had come into play. The sad fact is that people were cheering, yelling, spitting on Him. "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" When given the choice between Jesus and a terrifying bloodthirsty criminal, the wanted Jesus to die. If that doesn't offend one's sense of right and wrong, I don't know what will. Injurious to reputation... Well, honestly, when you saw someone die on a cross in the Roman Empire, I seriously doubt you thought, "That poor guy was probably innocent." It was extremely hurtful to Jesus's reputation. But then again, the Bible said that Jesus made Himself of no reputation (Phil 2:7, KJV). ESV says "[He] made himself nothing." The Lord, Jesus Christ, made himself nothing, threw away His reputation, and with all the love and tenderness of the best big Brother ever, saw His little brothers and sisters suffering and dying around Him and said, "No. Take me instead." He saw us in the filth of our own sin, and rescued us from it, before being buried in it on the cross.
I'd say scandalous, while not a word I would have used at first, is definitely appropriate.
As for beautiful...
Having beauty... I'd say so... There is something incredibly beautiful in dying for loved ones or for an ideal. Wonderful... I'd say. The Son of God dying for the sins of man... Wonderful doesn't seem enough. It's amazing. It's unbelievable, really. I hate to say it, but I don't think I'd want to die for some rapist or something in prison. But what Christ did was even more amazing than that. He was holy. I could never be holy. But I think I'm too good to die for someone who seems worse than me to my way of thinking. Jesus knew that He was too good for us. That's why He died. Very pleasing or satisfying... Well, the death of Christ brought great satisfaction to God's holiness and inability to see us for our sin. It was pleasing to the Father to see the Son carry out His plan of salvation for His people. Which, by the way, was incredible in and of itself. I just said I wouldn't die for a rapist. Jesus, as I said, did more than that. But God did a huge thing, too. Sacrificing His Son, His beloved Son in Whom He was well pleased. Like I said, I wouldn't die for a rapist. And I sure as heck wouldn't send any of my gorgeous nephews, Trent, Bryson, and Garrett, to die for a rapist. I can't even imagine a holy God sending His holy Son to die for a depraved world. But that's what happened.
So, yes. Beautiful and Scandalous it was. A mystery I'll never understand.
And a joy for which I am forever thankful.
Go on up to the mountain of mercy,
To the crimson perpetual tide.
Kneel down on the shore,
Be thirsty no more,
Go under and be purified.
Follow Christ to the holy mountain,
Sinner, sorry and wrecked by the fall.
Cleanse your heart and your soul
In the fountain that flowed
For you and for me and for all.
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree,
On that beautiful, scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night.
On the hillside, you will be delivered,
At the foot of the cross justified,
Your spirit restored
By the river that poured
From our blessed Savior's side.
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree,
On that beautiful, scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night.
Go on up to the mountain of mercy,
To the crimson perpetual tide.
Kneel down on the shore,
Be thirsty no more,
Go under and be purified.
At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree,
On that beautiful, scandalous night you and me
Were atoned by His blood and forever washed white
On that beautiful, scandalous night.
(Robbie Seay Band,
© Whenever it was published ;D)
Anyway... I've heard this song many times... It's one of my favorites. And it's always seemed so awesome and so passionate... I understood what it meant in a way... Sort of a different take on Christ's death, but still, very true. But yesterday, at Hope Point, after the band finished playing/singing it, Richard started talking about it, getting at the meanings of the words beautiful and scandalous.
And that got me thinking...
First off, disclaimer, if you didn't know, I'm a foreign language concentration (Secondary Ed-Spanish to be exact) and so, words, language, etc., holds a great deal of interest for me...
So, what exactly do the words beautiful and scandalous mean, and why do they apply to the death of Christ?
I think the word Scandalous really stands out to me, so let's do that one first, because I'm the kind of girl that eats desert first. I hate waiting for my favorite part of movies, etc. So, yeah. Scandalous first, because I said so. lol.
For this defining deal, I'm going to refer to my good friend, the handy-dandy dictionary.com.
Scandalous:
disgraceful; shameful or shocking; improperalso...
giving offense to moral sensibilities and injurious to reputation
So, yeah. The death of Christ... How does that fit together?
Disgraceful... It was the climax of human sin and depravity. Killing the only holy One who ever lived. Shameful... Christ suffered for all to see, in a way that caused ultimate shame. Imagine being slaughtered in front of your family and friends almost naked and hung up high for everyone to see. That's what Jesus did. That's how He died. Improper... No joke. This was a death reserved for criminals of the basest kind. This is not the kind of death one would expect for the Son of God Almighty, who'd just lived 33 years of absolute perfection. Giving offense to moral sensibilities... If moral sensibilities had come into play. The sad fact is that people were cheering, yelling, spitting on Him. "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" When given the choice between Jesus and a terrifying bloodthirsty criminal, the wanted Jesus to die. If that doesn't offend one's sense of right and wrong, I don't know what will. Injurious to reputation... Well, honestly, when you saw someone die on a cross in the Roman Empire, I seriously doubt you thought, "That poor guy was probably innocent." It was extremely hurtful to Jesus's reputation. But then again, the Bible said that Jesus made Himself of no reputation (Phil 2:7, KJV). ESV says "[He] made himself nothing." The Lord, Jesus Christ, made himself nothing, threw away His reputation, and with all the love and tenderness of the best big Brother ever, saw His little brothers and sisters suffering and dying around Him and said, "No. Take me instead." He saw us in the filth of our own sin, and rescued us from it, before being buried in it on the cross.
I'd say scandalous, while not a word I would have used at first, is definitely appropriate.
As for beautiful...
having beauty; wonderful; very pleasing or satisfying
Having beauty... I'd say so... There is something incredibly beautiful in dying for loved ones or for an ideal. Wonderful... I'd say. The Son of God dying for the sins of man... Wonderful doesn't seem enough. It's amazing. It's unbelievable, really. I hate to say it, but I don't think I'd want to die for some rapist or something in prison. But what Christ did was even more amazing than that. He was holy. I could never be holy. But I think I'm too good to die for someone who seems worse than me to my way of thinking. Jesus knew that He was too good for us. That's why He died. Very pleasing or satisfying... Well, the death of Christ brought great satisfaction to God's holiness and inability to see us for our sin. It was pleasing to the Father to see the Son carry out His plan of salvation for His people. Which, by the way, was incredible in and of itself. I just said I wouldn't die for a rapist. Jesus, as I said, did more than that. But God did a huge thing, too. Sacrificing His Son, His beloved Son in Whom He was well pleased. Like I said, I wouldn't die for a rapist. And I sure as heck wouldn't send any of my gorgeous nephews, Trent, Bryson, and Garrett, to die for a rapist. I can't even imagine a holy God sending His holy Son to die for a depraved world. But that's what happened.
So, yes. Beautiful and Scandalous it was. A mystery I'll never understand.
And a joy for which I am forever thankful.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Boredom Sets In
So, I'm sitting in stats class listening to a review of yesterday's class. I already took all these notes, so that's a bit boring to me.
So anyway....
I'm really excited to get back to Y-Town for some reasons.
1. Living with my mommy and sister... It's both free, and great, because they're awesome.
2. Getting away from Pine St. Starbucks for a while. Hopefully making much better tips. lol.
3. Getting to see my daddy a bit more often.
4. JERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am LOVING going through TrueFaced with Jerica. I mean, that book is bringing some much-needed truth into my life. Which I need so much. It's awesome to me that God brought such an awesome person in my life to be my disciple-ee/accountability partner. A person who I have so much in common with that sometimes, I see my own strengths and shortcomings just by being with her! God is so good!
I'm really going to miss Megan a lot. I barely knew her before I moved in with her. And now, I can honestly say she's one of my dearest friends. She has been so much fun. But I am way excited that she will be my reason to go hang out in Charlotte. lol. I can't wait.
This past school year flew by. On June 30th, I will become a non-teenager, too, which is insane to me. Not that the 20th birthday is known for a great deal of excitement, but still. Not being a teenager is cool, because then I'm not included when people say things like, "stupid teenage drivers" and stuff. :)
K, well, I gotta go. Later.
So anyway....
I'm really excited to get back to Y-Town for some reasons.
1. Living with my mommy and sister... It's both free, and great, because they're awesome.
2. Getting away from Pine St. Starbucks for a while. Hopefully making much better tips. lol.
3. Getting to see my daddy a bit more often.
4. JERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am LOVING going through TrueFaced with Jerica. I mean, that book is bringing some much-needed truth into my life. Which I need so much. It's awesome to me that God brought such an awesome person in my life to be my disciple-ee/accountability partner. A person who I have so much in common with that sometimes, I see my own strengths and shortcomings just by being with her! God is so good!
I'm really going to miss Megan a lot. I barely knew her before I moved in with her. And now, I can honestly say she's one of my dearest friends. She has been so much fun. But I am way excited that she will be my reason to go hang out in Charlotte. lol. I can't wait.
This past school year flew by. On June 30th, I will become a non-teenager, too, which is insane to me. Not that the 20th birthday is known for a great deal of excitement, but still. Not being a teenager is cool, because then I'm not included when people say things like, "stupid teenage drivers" and stuff. :)
K, well, I gotta go. Later.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Following the Crowd...
So, since tons of my friends have blogs, and are very cool about writing in them, I decided that I will try.
Wish me luck, ladies and gents.
Anyways. This summer has gotten off to a slow start, since I'm still in school, Maymestering it up for the sake of stinking statistics. I'm definitely doing much better in the class this go round, however. Making me think that the statistical probability of my passing is probably a good thing.
If there's one thing I'll miss at the end of May when I return again to the slow-going ways of Y-town, it will be Hope Point. The church is so awesome. Richard is an AMAZING pastor, and the worship band rocks my world. Not that Filbert isn't awesome, too. I love it there, and Wallace is great, and so are the choir and Rebecca, but Hope Point truly feels like home. I honestly feel so called to be there.
I've really missed the lack of Cru and Worship Team these past few weeks, too, but Larry and I might meet up and sing a bit at some point during the end of the month hassle.
I also miss Candice. She's rocking C. Asia, and I'm so happy for her. Doesn't change that I miss her.
But now, if I want to pass stats, what is the confidence level for the statistical probability that it will work better if I sleep more? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Lol.
Translation, it's beddie bye time. So I can get up and be a happy refreshed statistics student, looking way forward to finding the Student's T-Score! :D
Goodnight, all.
Sweet dreams, and in the words of Bryan, Don't let the bedbugs gnaw your face off.
Wish me luck, ladies and gents.
Anyways. This summer has gotten off to a slow start, since I'm still in school, Maymestering it up for the sake of stinking statistics. I'm definitely doing much better in the class this go round, however. Making me think that the statistical probability of my passing is probably a good thing.
If there's one thing I'll miss at the end of May when I return again to the slow-going ways of Y-town, it will be Hope Point. The church is so awesome. Richard is an AMAZING pastor, and the worship band rocks my world. Not that Filbert isn't awesome, too. I love it there, and Wallace is great, and so are the choir and Rebecca, but Hope Point truly feels like home. I honestly feel so called to be there.
I've really missed the lack of Cru and Worship Team these past few weeks, too, but Larry and I might meet up and sing a bit at some point during the end of the month hassle.
I also miss Candice. She's rocking C. Asia, and I'm so happy for her. Doesn't change that I miss her.
But now, if I want to pass stats, what is the confidence level for the statistical probability that it will work better if I sleep more? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Lol.
Translation, it's beddie bye time. So I can get up and be a happy refreshed statistics student, looking way forward to finding the Student's T-Score! :D
Goodnight, all.
Sweet dreams, and in the words of Bryan, Don't let the bedbugs gnaw your face off.
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