such waste

Such waste. I am amazed how much time/money/emotions/etc are wasted. For the last two days, I have sat behind these two high school girls in Environmental Science, and because the classroom is so small the tables are really condensed—which means that if you are sitting behind two people talking you’re going to hear every single word they say whether you wanted to or not. So why do they annoy me? All they have talked about for the last two days is how much of a retard this one dude they know is, how one of them would never and should never go out with this other guy, the best ways to embarrass other girls who don’t fit in very well at proms, how to make guys think you like them, how to deal with older brother’s girlfriends, and complain about younger sisters who hog the bathroom at 7:15 in the morning. You can classify this as a rant if you wish, but just to clear up a bias that might be appearing—public schoolers aren’t the only ones who talk on and on about meaningless things. I’ve been around both groups quite a lot, and their conversation topics are just as insipid. No, the homeschooled “Christian” kids don’t scheme out how to tear down other people at proms but they know all about the latest PG-13 rated movies and can talk on (excuse me, giggle) about I have no idea what. I want to write here that I’m not trying to point fingers at anyone and I don’t want anyone’s feelings to be hurt, but seriously, I don’t think I really care because trying not to offend people in this issue is unavoidable when such worthless conversations make me sick. (What happened to the Rebelution craze? It came, and the Harris boys were so “cute” and they had such a motivating message, and then life went on and no one mentions it anymore). For added effect, I waste a lot of time myself. I can spend hours surfing the web when I could be studying for school or for personal enrichment. As I surf there is this book on the college library shelf called Satanism Today that is just screaming for my attention, I’ve got Kevin Bales’ Disposable People sitting on my nightstand still marked in the middle of chapter one, I’ve got a plot for a story running around, I could write poetry, I could spend time at Serenity House, I could do a lot of things, and yet I’m still sitting there surfing the web—doing pretty much nothing.Three college kids from California flew to Uganda and made a documentary about the longest war in Africa (23 years and counting); they are now petitioning for people to save Joseph Kony’s 3,000 child soldiers. These child soldiers are children around 7 to 12 years old who are stolen from their parents by Kony’s LRA and turned into adolescent monsters that kill people and if they escape they never forget their captivity. These three guys are trying to change the world, and they are succeeding. There is Jamie T., one of my biggest heroes, who printed t-shirts to pay the bills to get a suicidal friend through rehab and now heads one of the most popular nonprofit organizations (To Write Love on Her Arms) on myspace. These people are being brave and stepping out of their comfort zones with the goals of changing the world (how cliché that has become).It’s true you don’t have to be a saver of the world to make a difference. The smallest choices you make are just as important (if not more). So why don’t we all make the small choice to stop discriminating against people that weren’t raised the same way we were. Why don’t we make the small choice to stop talking about worthless things like crushes on boys/girls and movies based in fantasy of unrealistic adventure and glamorized sex. Why don’t we turn off our sappy love ditties and start talking to our friends about meaningful things like committed relationships, inspirational music (stuff that motivates you to see the difference between who you are and who you could be and how it is and how it should be), and how we can actually live out what we’ve been raised to believe in Sunday school for so many years.And if that means we have to be exposed to the raw reality of the world—so be it, I’d much rather have reality no matter how painful than to having to wallow in fantasy land where everyone walks in with cheery smiles that are the polar opposite of what’s really on the inside. Right now, as I’m finishing this I’m thinking: no one will care, because they never do. Do I even care that much? Will I make the small choices of doing meaningful things tomorrow or will I waste my time? Come on and prove me wrong! I dare you to bring up something controversial with your friends and actually have a quality conversation.

I think a blog post is in order. Its been a while since a real one has appeared I know--this week is finals week for me, now I'm completely done.

Currently Listening To: The Imposter - Kevin Max
Chaotic Resolve - Plumb
Waiting For Me To Listen To: Funeral & Neon Bible - Arcade Fire
Closer - Jars of Clay
Citsuca - Timmy Curran
Song Suggestion: "Closer" - Jars of Clay

Currently Reading: Myspace Generation - Candice Kelsey


So spring break is upon us. I don't know about everyone else in the world but my week is jam-packed with amazing things to do! Or perhaps a week full of things that I need to remember to do!

One of the things on my list is to re-arrange my wall. My bedroom is brown. Very brown. Brown walls, carpet, ceiling--my room is very brown. A year or so ago, I had the inspiration to pull out a ton of random photos, papers, posters and the like and tape them to my wall. This last week I have officially decided that its coming down. Why? At night I keep hearing these slipping and falling sounds, and one night I had my biggest poster on my lap like a little blanket and the other one on the floor by my bed like a doormat--I was not impressed. So sometime next week, its all coming down and the only things on my wall will be brownness and my Switchfoot posters--the posters because that is what posters are for, and they help me sleep at night [sarcasm].

Tomorrow, I'm attending the wedding of one of my best friends. So many people I know are getting married and growing up; I watch them from my rather faraway vantage point and hopefully learn from them. The passage of time is so strange. Almost strange enough to make Neverland somewhat appealing to me. So, I sit here typing, watching my friends and myself grow old. Its actually quite frightening. Not that I'm afraid to die, its the surreality of it all that is truly scary--yes, I am born, I live, I die. Is this a dream? No I know it isn't. But it still feels like one.

Scripture Passage Of The Day

“In that day the Branch of the Lord shall be beautiful and glorious; and the fruit of the earth shall be excellent and appealing for those of Israel who have escaped. And it shall come to pass the he who is left in Zion and remains in Jerusalem will be called holy—everyone who is recorded among the living in Jerusalem. When the Lord has washed away the filth of the daughters of Zion, and purged the blood of Jerusalem from her midst, by the spirit of judgment and by the spirit of burning, then the Lord will create above every dwelling place of Mount Zion, and above her assemblies, a cloud and smoke by day and the shining of a flaming fire by night. For over all the glory there will be a covering. And there will be a tabernacle for shade in the daytime from the heat, for a place of refuge, and for a shelter from storm and rain.” – Isaiah 4:2-6

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*looks bewildered* Reminds me of the whats written on the bottom of my Kleenex box.

Is there/should there be a difference between one's "worship" life and regular life? I think not. Should people advertise "new products and services" to enhance other people's spirituality? I think not.

"...bigger than any big idea..."

falls from the sky like hail

Today's random statement
Whenever I hear Hawk Nelson's song "Zero" (which is my favorite HN song btw) I ALWAYS think that he sings something like "He's from well honored people, and they had a silver subaru", when really he's singing "He spoke well of other people, and they said the same for him."

Today's song suggestion
Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down
and
The Return Of The Singer - Kevin Max

Sometimes inspiration falls from the sky like hail, chipping away at the boredom and medeocratiy. And other times it stays away leaving the little robots to go on with their little lives. Sitting in their little corners writing their demented English papers and doing finals on too little sleep. And then people wonder what happened--education happened.

Every misery is inflicted in the name of human welfare. Just the way it is.

If all goes well, I'm going to get U2's new album, "No Line In The Horizen" for free sometime this week. :D

no i didn't fall off the earth

People, I am still alive. I'm finally recovering from a rather brutal bout with some sort of cold virus that has managed to keep my pretty much feeling out of it for the last week, and man am I thankful that I'm getting over this!

Tomorrow is back to the grind of glorious school.

For some odd reason I have had just absolutely nothing to write on here! That's rather sad....you all should give me some ideas or something...

cool stuff

I thought I would post some what I think is cool stuff for people who like to look at what I think is cool stuff. :D

First of all: I was reading in Psalms this morning, and I think Psalm 94 is cool.

Understand, you senseless among the people;

And you fools, when will you be wise?

He who planted the ear, shall He not hear?

He who formed the eye, shall He not see?

He who instructs the nations, shall He not correct,

He who teaches man knowledge?

The LORD knows the thoughts of man,

That they are futile.

READ THE REST HERE

Song suggestion: "Do You Only Love The Ones Who Look Like You" - Molly Jenson & Jon Foreman

And then I found this video...which makes me laugh quite a bit...heh heh


*clears throat*

a hilarious expression:

A quote: "I believe in the kingdom come. Then all the colors will bleed into one."

Can you guess who said that...? (if you use google I will never speak to you again...scared?)

Oh! and I found these sites that sell really awesome stuff that are made by rescued slaves in places like India. I think they are really awesome...
some pics

^ those bags are made out of garbage apparently!

so yeah, check out these links Jewelry and Bags.

peace out brown trouts!