Prison dance

I am left speechless.

The Living Zit

This last friday I scoped out the location of the airsoft game this coming saturday. I came home ate dinner, soaked in the hottub, went to bed and woke up with a zit on my back on my right lower shoulder blade. Darn I thought. I took a shower and after words I checked to see if the soap helped. I felt it out and it just didn't feel right. It stuck out a little to much. So I did the mirror check and sure enough it was no normal zit. Actually it wasn't a zit at all. It turned out to be a tick. This is the second one I have had. The first one was easy to get out. Grasp the evil blood sucking parasite as close to the skin as you can and pull directly out. Simple. Unfortunately this tick I could reach, touch, but couldn't quite get the appropiate grip (they don't let go easily). I had to resort to my mother. Five minutes later, after the appropiate squeels by my mom and sister, and the appropiate number of questions from my brother, it was finally pulled out. Evil, Parasitic, bloodsucking creatures.

Journal

Yes I keep one.

Yes it has been lost for three years.

Yes I have only written in it twice a year at the most.

Yes I read it two nights ago.

Yes it has altered my perspective of my own life.

A Call: A Confession

I've been trying to listen to God lately. I want to know what God wants me to do. In a previous post I mentioned that I haven't felt called by God to do anything. I felt lost, and still do.


I remebered something driving home today. There once was a time I was called. Five or six years ago God told me to tell a kid that He loved him. I was unsure. I didn't know what a call from God felt like. I asked my mother about the situation. She basically told me that I need to do what God told me to do. The next day I prayed for the opportunity to speak with this kid. The opportunity came later that after noon. I was walking out of the middle school and I see the kid. I say hi, and then I look him in the eyes and tell him "God loves you." Except I didn't tell him. I got scared. I joked. I spoke the words with a funny. Truth in jest. He looked back at me grabbed my by the throat and shook me. It wasn't mean it was playful. He looked at me in the eyes and said, "God doesn't love me." It was sarcastic. nevertheless truth in jest. Unfortunately the jest was truth. While he spoke his mouth was unsure, his eyes were sad and angry at the same time. For whatever reason he was sad, lonely and needed to be loved. and I failed. I joked, I got scared. What would have happened had I done what God told me to do? Great things most likely.
The whole "planting the seed" hypothesis would merely be a sad attempt on my part to justify my actions. I was in the wrong, and the minute I spoke I knew it.

To God, this kid, Christians, and the world in general; I am sorry for this failure.

Accepted

WSU has decided to accept me.

sweet.

WSU isn't offering as many degrees in the feilds I want as much as the UW. But WSU is kicking UW in butt on student/apply-e service.

so for now go cougs!

p.s. i didn't grow up here so the whole UW/WSU rivalry is lost on me.