Sunday, July 31, 2005
Hola!
Well, I had a good weekend with school friends - got to see LeAnne, Lisa, Jmarx and Nicki for the past couple of days and that was really cool. There was a lot of flightiness on my part. For example, a moth flew under the couch while we were watching Star Wars: A New Hope and someone said something to the effect of, "Do you see that moth?" or "What is that?" I looked up and said, "Wha? C3PO?" I was totally serious. That was a good one.
Other than that, we ate at the Fin Inn, which is amazing, and I gave them a small TERR of Alton. We ate horseshoes, which, although kinda good were basically nasty - I have never been a fan of nacho cheese on much of anything. I really prefer melted cheese for real.
I gave my sermon, and it was alright. I went blank in the middle and called myself out on it. I was all sermoning and then was like, "Pause... Pause... [thinking OH MY GOD I FORGOT EVERYTHING ELSE] Yeah I just blanked out. Laughter... Oh yeah." And then I went on. I smiled through it, and it wasn't that bad. I was mostly just concerned with the message I was giving, although I'd like to do it without messing up, I really didn't care too much.
All in all, an awesome weekend to end out a superbusy week. Off to dad's on Friday - Chris will be there. Then back to school!
Good times all around.
Bish
Well, I had a good weekend with school friends - got to see LeAnne, Lisa, Jmarx and Nicki for the past couple of days and that was really cool. There was a lot of flightiness on my part. For example, a moth flew under the couch while we were watching Star Wars: A New Hope and someone said something to the effect of, "Do you see that moth?" or "What is that?" I looked up and said, "Wha? C3PO?" I was totally serious. That was a good one.
Other than that, we ate at the Fin Inn, which is amazing, and I gave them a small TERR of Alton. We ate horseshoes, which, although kinda good were basically nasty - I have never been a fan of nacho cheese on much of anything. I really prefer melted cheese for real.
I gave my sermon, and it was alright. I went blank in the middle and called myself out on it. I was all sermoning and then was like, "Pause... Pause... [thinking OH MY GOD I FORGOT EVERYTHING ELSE] Yeah I just blanked out. Laughter... Oh yeah." And then I went on. I smiled through it, and it wasn't that bad. I was mostly just concerned with the message I was giving, although I'd like to do it without messing up, I really didn't care too much.
All in all, an awesome weekend to end out a superbusy week. Off to dad's on Friday - Chris will be there. Then back to school!
Good times all around.
Bish
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Hello!
Although my feelings were written in my previous post, they were about 65% sarcastic. I think when I wrote avoid communication at all costs that was to make the point. But Jason, you make good points, and I'm not trying to invalidate you at all, just make sure I was clear.
But, as far as phone and internet conversations go, I seriously suck at them and would rather not have to communicate through them. But I do really enjoy face to face communication with people, and think it is highly important.
That's it. Go and read Jason's post if you haven't yet. It's right beneath this one.
Bish
Although my feelings were written in my previous post, they were about 65% sarcastic. I think when I wrote avoid communication at all costs that was to make the point. But Jason, you make good points, and I'm not trying to invalidate you at all, just make sure I was clear.
But, as far as phone and internet conversations go, I seriously suck at them and would rather not have to communicate through them. But I do really enjoy face to face communication with people, and think it is highly important.
That's it. Go and read Jason's post if you haven't yet. It's right beneath this one.
Bish
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Hmm... Interesting that communication has been brought up, it's been something I've been thinking about recently.
I do have to disagree a certain amount with you that constant communication is bad. You're with this person out of love, sometimes you'll run out of things to say, but it's still just as great to be with them. Even if infrequent communication gets you by for several years in your relationship, what's the point? If as soon as you're in more frequent communication, the relationship dissolves, why bother? A girlfriend is not the pinnacle of a relationship, and if you have a wife, you'll be living with her and probably be with her more than anybody else. Well, things will be different when I have a wife, you might say. But, why would they be different? Why should they be different? Maybe it's just a personality/idealogical difference, but there should be a lot of foreshadowing visible in your dating relationship as to your marriage (long time coming, but important nonetheless).
Now there have been two points of communication I have been thinking about. The first being complaining. I've complained a lot, yet I had complaining. I have so much to be joyful for, yet I sometimes only highlight the negatives. When you're surrounded by downtrodden people, sometimes you can feel like you have nothing to say if you have nothing to complain. It's hard to be positive when life is rough, your time is taken, you're always busy, or you're very tired. But, before I begin complaining about myself complaining, a change in perspective can really help avoid this entire situation. Maybe for you guys it isn't a problem, but I feel myself drawn into the only new things in my life to talk about end up being complaints instead of joyful reactions to all of those things I have to be grateful for and the many things that I can't complain about.
The second point I have been thinking about has been a bit of inflection about boasting or bragging. Let me be the first to say it, if it isn't already apparent. I am terrible at communicating. I scorn the phone, IM is evil, letters are alright, e-mail works but sometimes gets too distracting talking at the person and not to them. So combine that fact with my memory and very literal interpretations of questions, and I give a log of my life. If somebody asks 'What's up?' I'll tell them basically what I've been up to, probably far too detailed, since very few people in this world actually care. But, when I think about my life, I worry if I'm bragging or boasting when I tell people things like that. "Oh, I just worked a 9.5 hour day, came home, went for a jog, and then worked for 4 more hours on a webpage, did a hundred situps, took a quiz, and read the bible before bed. The next morning, I woke up and went jogging, then headed off to work." So, there's a lot there that can be interpretted as boasting. But, what I've reasoned it down to, is as long as I am not doing it with a boastful or bragging heart I'm in the clear, whether a person interprets it as a boastful claim will differ with the person listening and how well they know me. So, I think I've gotten past both of my points, it's just something that still sits in the back of my head.
That's my take on the issue. Have a great week!
P.S. Another aspect to communication that's been weird lately have been my papers. I must've been far too tired when writing some of these because I get them back (oddly with good grades) and I don't remember a lot of the phrases in there, or I read it and go "Hmm... this is a pretty good paper, why don't I remember writing it..." Also, when tired and writing papers, I'm extremely impressionable. I was reading two books from medieval times and when writing two different papers on both of them, I came back to finish the paper the next day and just looked at it. I sorta pick up the dialect of the book, and go back and edit it to sound more like myself.
I do have to disagree a certain amount with you that constant communication is bad. You're with this person out of love, sometimes you'll run out of things to say, but it's still just as great to be with them. Even if infrequent communication gets you by for several years in your relationship, what's the point? If as soon as you're in more frequent communication, the relationship dissolves, why bother? A girlfriend is not the pinnacle of a relationship, and if you have a wife, you'll be living with her and probably be with her more than anybody else. Well, things will be different when I have a wife, you might say. But, why would they be different? Why should they be different? Maybe it's just a personality/idealogical difference, but there should be a lot of foreshadowing visible in your dating relationship as to your marriage (long time coming, but important nonetheless).
Now there have been two points of communication I have been thinking about. The first being complaining. I've complained a lot, yet I had complaining. I have so much to be joyful for, yet I sometimes only highlight the negatives. When you're surrounded by downtrodden people, sometimes you can feel like you have nothing to say if you have nothing to complain. It's hard to be positive when life is rough, your time is taken, you're always busy, or you're very tired. But, before I begin complaining about myself complaining, a change in perspective can really help avoid this entire situation. Maybe for you guys it isn't a problem, but I feel myself drawn into the only new things in my life to talk about end up being complaints instead of joyful reactions to all of those things I have to be grateful for and the many things that I can't complain about.
The second point I have been thinking about has been a bit of inflection about boasting or bragging. Let me be the first to say it, if it isn't already apparent. I am terrible at communicating. I scorn the phone, IM is evil, letters are alright, e-mail works but sometimes gets too distracting talking at the person and not to them. So combine that fact with my memory and very literal interpretations of questions, and I give a log of my life. If somebody asks 'What's up?' I'll tell them basically what I've been up to, probably far too detailed, since very few people in this world actually care. But, when I think about my life, I worry if I'm bragging or boasting when I tell people things like that. "Oh, I just worked a 9.5 hour day, came home, went for a jog, and then worked for 4 more hours on a webpage, did a hundred situps, took a quiz, and read the bible before bed. The next morning, I woke up and went jogging, then headed off to work." So, there's a lot there that can be interpretted as boasting. But, what I've reasoned it down to, is as long as I am not doing it with a boastful or bragging heart I'm in the clear, whether a person interprets it as a boastful claim will differ with the person listening and how well they know me. So, I think I've gotten past both of my points, it's just something that still sits in the back of my head.
That's my take on the issue. Have a great week!
P.S. Another aspect to communication that's been weird lately have been my papers. I must've been far too tired when writing some of these because I get them back (oddly with good grades) and I don't remember a lot of the phrases in there, or I read it and go "Hmm... this is a pretty good paper, why don't I remember writing it..." Also, when tired and writing papers, I'm extremely impressionable. I was reading two books from medieval times and when writing two different papers on both of them, I came back to finish the paper the next day and just looked at it. I sorta pick up the dialect of the book, and go back and edit it to sound more like myself.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Sup everyone!
I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit. That last post about my dream was super serious. In fact, it's even a little nerve racking. So let's lighten the mood.
Person: i am mostly sick of just being in such constant comunication
Person: always worrrying about what she is thinking, if i have offended her
Person: and feeling like i need to make it better right away
I removed the name to protect the (not so?) innocent = ) I just thought this was amazing though. Three points:
1. We worry about what they think. If they're not happy, then we wanna fix it. If they think we're weird, we wanna be normal. We want to make sure we're great for them, and that they think the world of us. If a girl wants to encourage a guy, then she should tell the guy how highly she thinks of him. It is quite simply the best possible encouragement.
2. Constant communication is bad. I had a relationship work for a year and a half, and you wanna know how I did it? Infrequent communication. Sure, it came to a screeching halt when it ended, but while it lasted it was good. Why? Because we didn't talk to each other so much that we drove each other nuts. I assume communication here means phone and internet. I have found the internet to be disastrous for relationships. This is in about every possible situation, don't make me make a list of how the internet has been bad in every possible relationship I've had. Avoid communication at all cost. The phone is less bad, but can still be bad.
3. The need to make it better. That's our goal: your happiness. If that doesn't make sense, then you don't understand guys.
That's all
Bish
I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit. That last post about my dream was super serious. In fact, it's even a little nerve racking. So let's lighten the mood.
Person: i am mostly sick of just being in such constant comunication
Person: always worrrying about what she is thinking, if i have offended her
Person: and feeling like i need to make it better right away
I removed the name to protect the (not so?) innocent = ) I just thought this was amazing though. Three points:
1. We worry about what they think. If they're not happy, then we wanna fix it. If they think we're weird, we wanna be normal. We want to make sure we're great for them, and that they think the world of us. If a girl wants to encourage a guy, then she should tell the guy how highly she thinks of him. It is quite simply the best possible encouragement.
2. Constant communication is bad. I had a relationship work for a year and a half, and you wanna know how I did it? Infrequent communication. Sure, it came to a screeching halt when it ended, but while it lasted it was good. Why? Because we didn't talk to each other so much that we drove each other nuts. I assume communication here means phone and internet. I have found the internet to be disastrous for relationships. This is in about every possible situation, don't make me make a list of how the internet has been bad in every possible relationship I've had. Avoid communication at all cost. The phone is less bad, but can still be bad.
3. The need to make it better. That's our goal: your happiness. If that doesn't make sense, then you don't understand guys.
That's all
Bish
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Ok Bish. Holy cow is all i hafta say!!! And this reaction is coming from the girl who sucks at life and hasn't posted all summer. But that is just....i seriously have no words!! Wow! ~Julie
It's 3:53 a.m., and I just had a crazy dream and I had to write it here while it was fresh. I'm honestly not sure that I could've forgotten it though. It was a really really vivid dream, so vivid that it was crazily real.
I was at school, on Wright street, when suddenly a bunch of people were all getting on elevators inside tall buildings that aren't really there on the west side of Wright. My mom was with me, we were holding hands. I knew, somehow, we were all dead. We went up the elevator, and then we came down (I do not know the significance of this). I was first in line, so I was first of the people to get off the elevator. I got out and looked, and people were streaming into the streets from the other buildings. I then saw Becky Evans jump off her building from about three stories up, land, hit the ground, fall to her knees, and stand back up. Then a lot of her friends and people and me too started laughing, and so did she, and they said to her, "We're not in our resurrected bodies yet!" Then all the people started streaming out to the quad.
There, I found my sister Sarah, Augie, and Lois. Aug and Lois aren't Christians, so I was confused. I ran and gave them a hug. I said, "How are you here?" And Aug started crying, hugging me and said, "How do you think? That last time you saw me you and me and Lois all prayed together, and you were praying for me." Then he smiled the biggest smile ever and just looked so happy. I started crying with him, and we were hugging each other. There were people there from all different places of Earth, I could tell that there were so many ethnicities that it didn't even make sense to me. But everyone was really happy.
Then it was night time. There were praise songs, and somehow we were dancing and I knew the dance (it was strange to know the dance, it was some version of the electric slide haha). People were getting in big circles to dance, circles of about 40 people, and these circles stretched to everywhere you could possibly see, as though they never stopped. We were all singing songs and dancing. Aug was confused, but learned the dance pretty quickly. The particular circle we were in was a bit messed up because a few people couldn't figure it out, but it didn't stop everyone from having a great time after the music started.
Well, then my sister came and found me. I could tell it was the next day. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She looked at me and I looked at her, and she looked really sad. Then I woke up in horror.
She was crying because of some of the people that were missing. I knew it during the dream, without her telling me. I lay in my bed for probably 5 minutes processing my dream in my head when I decided I needed to write it down. That's why it's 4:15 a.m. now and I'm sitting here.
The dream right now seems kinda uncomforting, and I know that in heaven it will be a place with no sadness, where God wipes away every tear from our eyes, so maybe it wasn't prophetical in that sense. But I do think, maybe, God was trying to get a point across. A point that I know, but maybe a point that hasn't hit home in my heart yet.
I think the point this dream taught me, and I came to this conclusion about as soon as I woke up, is that people aren't doing alright. They need Jesus. When we get to heaven, the difference between who is there and who isn't is the choice they made in this life. If I live as though other people are alright, I'm not living in truth and I'm going to be a bit disappointed when I get to heaven. The person that Sarah was crying for was Tony, my stepdad.
That was the most amazing dream ever until the horrifying ending. I can only imagine how actually realizing the fate people are bound to apart from Christ would affect the way I am living now. And if the first night of heaven is a giant praise night on an infinite quad full of people singing and dancing, I can't wait to get there.
Well, that's it for this dream. I'm going to get a drink and go back to bed.
Goodnight,
Bish
I was at school, on Wright street, when suddenly a bunch of people were all getting on elevators inside tall buildings that aren't really there on the west side of Wright. My mom was with me, we were holding hands. I knew, somehow, we were all dead. We went up the elevator, and then we came down (I do not know the significance of this). I was first in line, so I was first of the people to get off the elevator. I got out and looked, and people were streaming into the streets from the other buildings. I then saw Becky Evans jump off her building from about three stories up, land, hit the ground, fall to her knees, and stand back up. Then a lot of her friends and people and me too started laughing, and so did she, and they said to her, "We're not in our resurrected bodies yet!" Then all the people started streaming out to the quad.
There, I found my sister Sarah, Augie, and Lois. Aug and Lois aren't Christians, so I was confused. I ran and gave them a hug. I said, "How are you here?" And Aug started crying, hugging me and said, "How do you think? That last time you saw me you and me and Lois all prayed together, and you were praying for me." Then he smiled the biggest smile ever and just looked so happy. I started crying with him, and we were hugging each other. There were people there from all different places of Earth, I could tell that there were so many ethnicities that it didn't even make sense to me. But everyone was really happy.
Then it was night time. There were praise songs, and somehow we were dancing and I knew the dance (it was strange to know the dance, it was some version of the electric slide haha). People were getting in big circles to dance, circles of about 40 people, and these circles stretched to everywhere you could possibly see, as though they never stopped. We were all singing songs and dancing. Aug was confused, but learned the dance pretty quickly. The particular circle we were in was a bit messed up because a few people couldn't figure it out, but it didn't stop everyone from having a great time after the music started.
Well, then my sister came and found me. I could tell it was the next day. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She looked at me and I looked at her, and she looked really sad. Then I woke up in horror.
She was crying because of some of the people that were missing. I knew it during the dream, without her telling me. I lay in my bed for probably 5 minutes processing my dream in my head when I decided I needed to write it down. That's why it's 4:15 a.m. now and I'm sitting here.
The dream right now seems kinda uncomforting, and I know that in heaven it will be a place with no sadness, where God wipes away every tear from our eyes, so maybe it wasn't prophetical in that sense. But I do think, maybe, God was trying to get a point across. A point that I know, but maybe a point that hasn't hit home in my heart yet.
I think the point this dream taught me, and I came to this conclusion about as soon as I woke up, is that people aren't doing alright. They need Jesus. When we get to heaven, the difference between who is there and who isn't is the choice they made in this life. If I live as though other people are alright, I'm not living in truth and I'm going to be a bit disappointed when I get to heaven. The person that Sarah was crying for was Tony, my stepdad.
That was the most amazing dream ever until the horrifying ending. I can only imagine how actually realizing the fate people are bound to apart from Christ would affect the way I am living now. And if the first night of heaven is a giant praise night on an infinite quad full of people singing and dancing, I can't wait to get there.
Well, that's it for this dream. I'm going to get a drink and go back to bed.
Goodnight,
Bish
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
What happens when nerds talk about how to get a girl:
jimiVoodoo323: i dunno how to approach this chick in order to start things up
Bishman77: haha
Bishman77: ask her if she wants to shag [note my sarcasm]
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: not typically my way of doing things
jimiVoodoo323: but
jimiVoodoo323: if you say so
Bishman77: hahaha
Bishman77: don't
Bishman77: and don't shag!
Bishman77: lol
jimiVoodoo323: its too late
jimiVoodoo323: we got in the DBZ time chamber
jimiVoodoo323: and made sweet love....
jimiVoodoo323: and then got out
jimiVoodoo323: FILTHY MUDLBOOD
jimiVoodoo323: ...
jimiVoodoo323: and you thought the space time continuum could stop me
Bishman77: i did
Bishman77: but, i cast a big curse on you
Bishman77: and sectumspectra
jimiVoodoo323: omg
Bishman77: and ripped out your intestines
jimiVoodoo323: sectumsempra!
Bishman77: with my HANDS
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: they landed in a bag of some sort of intestinal preservitive and a doctor happened to be walking by
jimiVoodoo323: i took some felix felicis
jimiVoodoo323: but i must go
jimiVoodoo323: i will come to you
Bishman77: i love felix felicis
jimiVoodoo323: at the turn of the tide
jimiVoodoo323: (later, at turn of the tide)
jimiVoodoo323: "So much death.... what can men do against such reckless hate?"
jimiVoodoo323: "ride out with me. ride out and meet them"
jimiVoodoo323: "for death and glory?"
jimiVoodoo323: "for rohan. for your people...."
jimiVoodoo323: "yess...... yes..."
jimiVoodoo323: "the horn of helm hammer hand... shall sound in the deep.... one last time"
jimiVoodoo323: "YES....... YES........"
jimiVoodoo323: (horn blows... gobbos and orcs get plowed
jimiVoodoo323: )
jimiVoodoo323: (gandalf appears on hill)
jimiVoodoo323: "theodin king stands alone"
jimiVoodoo323: (eomer appears)
jimiVoodoo323: "not alone..."
jimiVoodoo323: (thousands of riders appear)
jimiVoodoo323: Sauron: Facepalms
jimiVoodoo323: random important looking soldier "EOMER!"
jimiVoodoo323: Gandalf: blinds everyone. kills everyone.
jimiVoodoo323: Hobbits: toke up in isengard
jimiVoodoo323: Movie: ends
jimiVoodoo323: Brian: OH MY CRAP WHAT JUST HAPPENED
Bishman77: lol
Bishman77: lol
Bishman77: hilarious
Bishman77: amazing
Bishman77: this is posted
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: i dont know what came over me
jimiVoodoo323: i just
jimiVoodoo323: got into it
Beware what happens when nerds "get into it." It's not pretty.
= )
********EDIT********
So I show this to my cousin. He then replies to me:
jimiVoodoo323: im not a "nerd"
jimiVoodoo323: im a
Bishman77: i fully embrace my nerdom, you should too
jimiVoodoo323: competent paladin
Bishman77: HAHAHAHAHA
Bishman77: AHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
jimiVoodoo323: with cross over training into mage
jimiVoodoo323: with level 15 magic missle
jimiVoodoo323: and herbalism
Need I explain further? We tried role playing a bit after that, but he only found a 20 sided die and a 6 sided die, and that simply wouldn't do.
jimiVoodoo323: i dunno how to approach this chick in order to start things up
Bishman77: haha
Bishman77: ask her if she wants to shag [note my sarcasm]
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: not typically my way of doing things
jimiVoodoo323: but
jimiVoodoo323: if you say so
Bishman77: hahaha
Bishman77: don't
Bishman77: and don't shag!
Bishman77: lol
jimiVoodoo323: its too late
jimiVoodoo323: we got in the DBZ time chamber
jimiVoodoo323: and made sweet love....
jimiVoodoo323: and then got out
jimiVoodoo323: FILTHY MUDLBOOD
jimiVoodoo323: ...
jimiVoodoo323: and you thought the space time continuum could stop me
Bishman77: i did
Bishman77: but, i cast a big curse on you
Bishman77: and sectumspectra
jimiVoodoo323: omg
Bishman77: and ripped out your intestines
jimiVoodoo323: sectumsempra!
Bishman77: with my HANDS
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: they landed in a bag of some sort of intestinal preservitive and a doctor happened to be walking by
jimiVoodoo323: i took some felix felicis
jimiVoodoo323: but i must go
jimiVoodoo323: i will come to you
Bishman77: i love felix felicis
jimiVoodoo323: at the turn of the tide
jimiVoodoo323: (later, at turn of the tide)
jimiVoodoo323: "So much death.... what can men do against such reckless hate?"
jimiVoodoo323: "ride out with me. ride out and meet them"
jimiVoodoo323: "for death and glory?"
jimiVoodoo323: "for rohan. for your people...."
jimiVoodoo323: "yess...... yes..."
jimiVoodoo323: "the horn of helm hammer hand... shall sound in the deep.... one last time"
jimiVoodoo323: "YES....... YES........"
jimiVoodoo323: (horn blows... gobbos and orcs get plowed
jimiVoodoo323: )
jimiVoodoo323: (gandalf appears on hill)
jimiVoodoo323: "theodin king stands alone"
jimiVoodoo323: (eomer appears)
jimiVoodoo323: "not alone..."
jimiVoodoo323: (thousands of riders appear)
jimiVoodoo323: Sauron: Facepalms
jimiVoodoo323: random important looking soldier "EOMER!"
jimiVoodoo323: Gandalf: blinds everyone. kills everyone.
jimiVoodoo323: Hobbits: toke up in isengard
jimiVoodoo323: Movie: ends
jimiVoodoo323: Brian: OH MY CRAP WHAT JUST HAPPENED
Bishman77: lol
Bishman77: lol
Bishman77: hilarious
Bishman77: amazing
Bishman77: this is posted
jimiVoodoo323: lol
jimiVoodoo323: i dont know what came over me
jimiVoodoo323: i just
jimiVoodoo323: got into it
Beware what happens when nerds "get into it." It's not pretty.
= )
********EDIT********
So I show this to my cousin. He then replies to me:
jimiVoodoo323: im not a "nerd"
jimiVoodoo323: im a
Bishman77: i fully embrace my nerdom, you should too
jimiVoodoo323: competent paladin
Bishman77: HAHAHAHAHA
Bishman77: AHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
jimiVoodoo323: with cross over training into mage
jimiVoodoo323: with level 15 magic missle
jimiVoodoo323: and herbalism
Need I explain further? We tried role playing a bit after that, but he only found a 20 sided die and a 6 sided die, and that simply wouldn't do.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Yo.
I just got back from Ithaca, NY, on our ministry trip. A girl in my crew became Christian, or at least dedicated her life to the Lord for the first time (can you be Christian without doing that? I'm not sure). That rocked. We also helped this old borderline hippy guy whose wife left him and was at home by painting his house. He wants to live off this small farm, but it's not looking too good, since I'm not even sure that's financially possible nowadays. But, he was a really nice guy and gave us food, and I slipped him a Gospel track at the end of the week. He said he was really touched by our service to him, and hopefully he'll become a Christian someday. I hope the Lord uses this for him. His name was Arnold. I said "Hey Arnold" a few times and it reminded me of the Nickelodeon show, which was random.
I gained 8 pounds as a result of 5 days of travelling. I need to move more. I'll lose it before long, I hope.
I met a girl named Melody that reminds me so much of Erin it's scary. But she's 16. And it's not similar interests or looks that makes her remind me of Erin, it's the personality. Really innocent, really nice. Really passionate about the few things that she likes, and she likes music and I bet she has good grades too. It was weird. I hope a guy doesn't break her heart someday like I did to Erin. Almost 2 years ago.
Speaking of that, that's the 4th outcome of relationships possible. I mentioned the first three in my last post, and the first three were:
1. Get denied.
2. Get led on.
3. Never get asked out (the worst, if you're a girl. Guys can't complain about this)
and numbers four and 5:
4. Get your heart broken.
5. Break someone's heart.
Those are the other ones. They happen after a relationship has happened for a bit. I've never had 4 happen to me really, but I have done 5. That sucks. It sucks for everyone. So, during the bitterness that made me write the first three, I ignored the fact that I have probably done far worse myself. My wrong is now officially admitted on the WPOD: there are yet even worse results of relationships than I have experienced, and I have caused them, even in a very direct way.
Hopefully, there will someday be a 6th result that I experience: a lifelong companionship where a Godly woman and I get married and live together for a lifetime of mutual encouragement, intimacy, romance, and relationship. I haven't got there yet (in case there was ANY DOUBT... man sometimes I wonder where these sentences I write come from), and until I do I guess I won't expect anything but the five listed above.
I'm starting to realize that I'm alright at being single. I hope that, like Derek Joseph's spiritual gifts inventory said, I'm not spiritually gifted in the area of "celibacy." Hahahaha... oh man, that would stink. Maybe I need an attitude adjustment.
Peace out everybody! And thx for posting guys.
Bish
I just got back from Ithaca, NY, on our ministry trip. A girl in my crew became Christian, or at least dedicated her life to the Lord for the first time (can you be Christian without doing that? I'm not sure). That rocked. We also helped this old borderline hippy guy whose wife left him and was at home by painting his house. He wants to live off this small farm, but it's not looking too good, since I'm not even sure that's financially possible nowadays. But, he was a really nice guy and gave us food, and I slipped him a Gospel track at the end of the week. He said he was really touched by our service to him, and hopefully he'll become a Christian someday. I hope the Lord uses this for him. His name was Arnold. I said "Hey Arnold" a few times and it reminded me of the Nickelodeon show, which was random.
I gained 8 pounds as a result of 5 days of travelling. I need to move more. I'll lose it before long, I hope.
I met a girl named Melody that reminds me so much of Erin it's scary. But she's 16. And it's not similar interests or looks that makes her remind me of Erin, it's the personality. Really innocent, really nice. Really passionate about the few things that she likes, and she likes music and I bet she has good grades too. It was weird. I hope a guy doesn't break her heart someday like I did to Erin. Almost 2 years ago.
Speaking of that, that's the 4th outcome of relationships possible. I mentioned the first three in my last post, and the first three were:
1. Get denied.
2. Get led on.
3. Never get asked out (the worst, if you're a girl. Guys can't complain about this)
and numbers four and 5:
4. Get your heart broken.
5. Break someone's heart.
Those are the other ones. They happen after a relationship has happened for a bit. I've never had 4 happen to me really, but I have done 5. That sucks. It sucks for everyone. So, during the bitterness that made me write the first three, I ignored the fact that I have probably done far worse myself. My wrong is now officially admitted on the WPOD: there are yet even worse results of relationships than I have experienced, and I have caused them, even in a very direct way.
Hopefully, there will someday be a 6th result that I experience: a lifelong companionship where a Godly woman and I get married and live together for a lifetime of mutual encouragement, intimacy, romance, and relationship. I haven't got there yet (in case there was ANY DOUBT... man sometimes I wonder where these sentences I write come from), and until I do I guess I won't expect anything but the five listed above.
I'm starting to realize that I'm alright at being single. I hope that, like Derek Joseph's spiritual gifts inventory said, I'm not spiritually gifted in the area of "celibacy." Hahahaha... oh man, that would stink. Maybe I need an attitude adjustment.
Peace out everybody! And thx for posting guys.
Bish
Yeah, I got tired of seeing that up there for a week...
As of Thursday, one class is over, and I'll be down to three.
Today looks like the first day since last Monday where it may not rain here.
Adios!
As of Thursday, one class is over, and I'll be down to three.
Today looks like the first day since last Monday where it may not rain here.
Adios!
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Hey all!
I just made this delicious grilled, black peppered chicken served on a bed of shell noodles in a creamy white cheese sauce. It was quite simply delicious. One of the things I miss most about living in the dorms is a lack of a kitchen.
But... next year is going to be awesome. Actually, it's all been pretty good lately. A little perspective adjustment really helps.
As for actually having something to say... I really don't. It's the same ole, same old. I'm getting 1.5 credits a week, which in a normal semester would take 24 credit hours. So, besides class and work, in which I made it through midterm week, not much is going on. My sister and brother-in-law leave for Europe Tuesday.
Well, I worked 9 hours at the library on Friday, came home to 8 e-mails of stuff to put on the CAS site, which translates into an estimated 15 hours of work, along with doing homework all day yesterday, with still a bunch of history chapters to read and a poli sci paper to write today, a nice jog this morning, and going to workout at CRCE this afternoon, my schedule is packed. All that translates into 'I am provided for.'
Bish, have a great time with your mission trip.
Nick, bravo for making it one month (Claire, I expect to see him in one piece this fall).
Julie, I'll just repeat what you've posted recently. (
That's right, there's nothing here!
)
Have a great week everybody!
P.S. To fit under the topic (drama), my advice: Try to find the difference between infatuation and love, then seek the one you truly want without settling for the other.
I just made this delicious grilled, black peppered chicken served on a bed of shell noodles in a creamy white cheese sauce. It was quite simply delicious. One of the things I miss most about living in the dorms is a lack of a kitchen.
But... next year is going to be awesome. Actually, it's all been pretty good lately. A little perspective adjustment really helps.
As for actually having something to say... I really don't. It's the same ole, same old. I'm getting 1.5 credits a week, which in a normal semester would take 24 credit hours. So, besides class and work, in which I made it through midterm week, not much is going on. My sister and brother-in-law leave for Europe Tuesday.
Well, I worked 9 hours at the library on Friday, came home to 8 e-mails of stuff to put on the CAS site, which translates into an estimated 15 hours of work, along with doing homework all day yesterday, with still a bunch of history chapters to read and a poli sci paper to write today, a nice jog this morning, and going to workout at CRCE this afternoon, my schedule is packed. All that translates into 'I am provided for.'
Bish, have a great time with your mission trip.
Nick, bravo for making it one month (Claire, I expect to see him in one piece this fall).
Julie, I'll just repeat what you've posted recently. (
That's right, there's nothing here!
)
Have a great week everybody!
P.S. To fit under the topic (drama), my advice: Try to find the difference between infatuation and love, then seek the one you truly want without settling for the other.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Hey!
I had a good 4th of July up at Lisa's with all of our friends there - not for the sole purpose of seeing her, this time, which was good. I had a lot of fun, it was cool to be near friends that ACT LIKE THEY LIKE ME. Yes, I am pointing a finger at those friends of mine who never return my calls or act like they care. Oh well.
So, there was a conversation on whose side sucks more, the girls' or the guys', in relationships, in which case I think the guys' clearly win. By that I mean the guys' side is just plain old worse. Unless you're a girl who never gets asked out, then I feel for you. That has to be the worst thing. Otherwise guys have it worse. We invest all of our time and energies getting up the nerve to asking a girl out or telling her how we feel, just to be shot down or led on. Maybe someday it won't end up like that.
So, in a conversation with Brent while we had some awesome conversation, he said the phrase "I hope I do meet her next year."
I said, "What?! You have a do-meter?"
You can use your own mind to think about what I thought he meant by a do-meter. I need to learn to listen better. We definitely all got a good laugh. There was another quotable thing that I forget now, I'd appreciate someone reminding me.
I'm going to be gone for 10 days on "mission" trip, which is more of a Christian ministry trip, still a good thing. Semantics, semantics... Keep the blog rockin' while I'm out.
Peace everybody!
Bish
I had a good 4th of July up at Lisa's with all of our friends there - not for the sole purpose of seeing her, this time, which was good. I had a lot of fun, it was cool to be near friends that ACT LIKE THEY LIKE ME. Yes, I am pointing a finger at those friends of mine who never return my calls or act like they care. Oh well.
So, there was a conversation on whose side sucks more, the girls' or the guys', in relationships, in which case I think the guys' clearly win. By that I mean the guys' side is just plain old worse. Unless you're a girl who never gets asked out, then I feel for you. That has to be the worst thing. Otherwise guys have it worse. We invest all of our time and energies getting up the nerve to asking a girl out or telling her how we feel, just to be shot down or led on. Maybe someday it won't end up like that.
So, in a conversation with Brent while we had some awesome conversation, he said the phrase "I hope I do meet her next year."
I said, "What?! You have a do-meter?"
You can use your own mind to think about what I thought he meant by a do-meter. I need to learn to listen better. We definitely all got a good laugh. There was another quotable thing that I forget now, I'd appreciate someone reminding me.
I'm going to be gone for 10 days on "mission" trip, which is more of a Christian ministry trip, still a good thing. Semantics, semantics... Keep the blog rockin' while I'm out.
Peace everybody!
Bish
Sunday, July 03, 2005
For sermon number 1, I did pretty well. Compliments from everybody, some people saying that they wouldn't know how I'd do better next time. I think maybe they're exaggerating, although two people said they wanted to clap at the end. I hope it's just because I'm a kid - I never thought of myself as a talented public speaker.
Obviously, I'm the next Billy Graham! Well, not really - I'm not sure I would want that even if I could do it. But I wouldn't mind doing more sermons in the future. Maybe post missionary days I'll end up as a pastor somewhere.
That'd be a sweet deal - get to be a missionary, then come back to the states and pastor it up for my middle aged years. Who knows what I'll end up doing.
Thanks for all your prayers and the good luck's, they paid off.
Bish
Obviously, I'm the next Billy Graham! Well, not really - I'm not sure I would want that even if I could do it. But I wouldn't mind doing more sermons in the future. Maybe post missionary days I'll end up as a pastor somewhere.
That'd be a sweet deal - get to be a missionary, then come back to the states and pastor it up for my middle aged years. Who knows what I'll end up doing.
Thanks for all your prayers and the good luck's, they paid off.
Bish
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Good luck with your sermon tomorrow, Bish.
http://www.fantasfilm.com/image/d-chuck-norris.jpg
That is all.
=)
Bish
PS: If you don't think that's the most amazing picture ever, never EVER come back to this website again. I mean it. Seriously. A lot.
That is all.
=)
Bish
PS: If you don't think that's the most amazing picture ever, never EVER come back to this website again. I mean it. Seriously. A lot.
