The exquisite corpse

The Corpulent Pomegranite jumped the gorgeous Infant who was riding an amazing bicycle. The Infant then anthropomorphized the pretty tree for the blue boy who was running the ugly clock, so that the disastrous Economics would play the long coffee.

Julian's story was the best out of Navid's, Phil's and mine.

College so far

Well guys, it seems this semester is finally winding down. I say finally like it has dragged on. But honestly and truly it doesn't feel like its been going on at all. It seems just like yesterday that I was dreading having to start again. This year has really flown by though! But at the same time that it feels like it was yesterday that school started, it also seems so long ago. Time has become one of those things that is very relative and very out there. I have almost no concept of time anymore. I really don't understand how I always know which classes to go to and what days I work and have karate. Each day seems so long yet the weeks have been flying by. I don't understand it, but that's how life goes sometimes I guess.
I was so scared my first day of college. I really thought it was going to be incredibly tough, but it really hasn't been. There is a lot more freedom. No bells to tell you when to get to class. Most teachers don't give a crap whether or not you do homework, which is great, but sucks really bad too. Calculus isn't hard, but it would be a lot better if I would just study some. It is amazing though how the few times I've done homework that it takes forever to do one section when I don't have a test really soon, but when the test is in an hour, I can do three sections in thirty minutes, and actually grasp most of the concepts. That amazes me. I only wish I could harness that and use it every time.
I still dread history and lit. I think I am gonna hate both of them. All of the business courses seem like they will be pretty easy though. Or at least interesting. I'm kinda iffy about speech class though. It can be fun, but it can also suck. We'll see.

New Orleans, God, and missions

So, we're in college now, right? We're supposed to be figuring out what we're gonna do with our lives. I still have no freakin' clue what I want to do. As a Christian, I'm supposed to let God decide for me (or rather, wait on Him to tell me what He's already decided), which is easier said than done. I would absolutely love to be a missionary of some kind, though admittedly not all kinds of missions appeal to me. This past summer we went to New Orleans to help with Operation N.O.A.H Rebuild (N.O.A.H. stand for New Orleans Area Housing. Catchy name.) and I fell absolutely in love with it. I loved the work we were doing, I loved the city, I loved it! I felt so at home with it. (I just realized that this will also count as my "ah-ha moment" blog, too.) I just kind of felt like, you know, this is what I'm supposed to do with my life. It was amazing! It was awesome to be able to give of ourselves, our time, and our money to go down and help these people who are still in need. We didn't actually get to meet the couple who owned the first house that we worked on, but we did get to meet the owner of the second house. She was the sweetest lady I think I've ever met. She even bought us Pop-eye's, New Orleans style. And it was good. So was a lot of the food we had. We usually ate dinner with the other people who were working with the N.O.A.H. Project, and they would have New Orleans originals for dinner some of the nights, and it was all really good.
Anyway, I would absolutely love to do something like that. Also I wouldn't mind doing something like being a pastor or a youth minister. So right now, unless God changes my mind, which I'm trying to stay really open about, I'm gonna major in MIS (management information systems) and minor in math. I got the idea for MIS from an old manager of mine at Chick-fil-a; he said it would be real useful if I was seriously looking into ministry. He said that churches are a lot like non-profit organizations, and the business aspect of MIS would help a lot, as would the computers aspect of the degree. I wanna minor in math because I've always been really good at math, and if I pursued the ministry career, its possible that I might have to have a second job, and teaching high school math would be a lot of fun for me, or at least I think so right now. So that's me right now, pretty much. I'm still trying to stay open about what I'm doing and am trying to listen to God's voice about what He would have for my life.

Customers and their stupidity/annoyance

So, last night at work, I wasn't the manager in charge, but Hope, who was the CSM for the night, was on break, so I was stuck with answering the phone, which usually isn't all that bad of a thing. But this one lady, who I believe to be German (her last name is Meinbach, and she sounds German) calls and complains about food she got around lunchtime yesterday. She starts complaining about how she got a strip salad, and her chicken strips are all oily. She also said the box her strips came in was oily. I don't have a problem believing the box got oily, or even that the strips were slightly greasy (though that is highly unlikely as well, they are usually on the dry side whenever I get them), but she said that there was oil running down her hand when she picked them up. I have never heard of that happening at Chick-fil-a before. Our chicken is never oily or greasy that I know of. Or at least not to the point of it running down your hand. And then she started dogging our Mexicans that work for us in the kitchen (that's why it was important that I mentioned that I'm pretty sure she's German). I wanted to yell at her. Our Mexicans rock. She went on some rant about how people who aren't from the United States don't realize that we have health problems and about how they don't care about following the rules that we have. Then she mentioned something about I would probably recognize her because she comes up here a lot. Sadly I know exactly who she is, and I always hate having to help her. It takes like 15 minutes to finish helping her, and I've yet to figure out why. She always order's a couple of kid's meals with no salt on the fries, and then usually complains that something isn't warm enough, or something like that. I told her, "Yes ma'am, I recognize your...", then she starts talking over me, as if I don't matter any. I ended up spending 10 minutes on the phone with her. It drove me crazy! I wanted to go off on her when she started being racist against our Mexicans. Seriously, they're awesome. Oh well, that's my rant for today.

Random English stuff

Playing music is like drugs. Playing music is like drugs in that playing good music feels good, and so does doing drugs, or so I’m told, at least.

Interpretive Conclusion: My list of things I believe in and strongly like is evidence of my faith in Christ Jesus, and the talents and hobbies I have in Him, with just a hint of pride in the car I drive that I love.

5 causes 3

People who think that churches only need to have traditional music cause homosexuality because they get rebellious against the church, the church as a whole (or at least it should be) is against homosexuality, they become homosexuals in order to spite the church, so to speak.