another young citizen of reformed blogdom

Monday, March 29, 2004

overheard in the computer lab:
"it takes a hell of a lot of energy to mind your own damn business."
sounds profound to me.

sometimes i think we forget that
a) jesus hung out with sinners
and
b) we are those sinners.

Friday, March 26, 2004

okay. so, there was this annoying situation in my life last semester where my roommates' fathers stepped in and made rules for the house that i pay rent for.
(see here). I was mad. I wanted my boyfriend to be able to come over and see me and occasionally cook him supper or something. but no, that was only allowed between the hours of 5-9 on mondays, tuesdays, and fridays, or something stupid like that.
naturally, boys avoided our house.
well, recently, these roommates told the other roommate with a boyfriend that they didn't really care about the rules and they wouldn't say anything about it if they weren't followed.
in the meantime, i had enjoyed being able to come home after spending time with my boyfriend to a quiet house, and being able to not have to worry about them being in my house.
okay. so.
well, tonight, i came home at a tidy one o'clock, having just finished watching a movie with jason and jake, expecting to have a quiet house and to be able to get ready for bed in peace.
there were boys cars parked in the street and a crowd on my porch. i walked up the steps and saw several boys, several freshman girls and a swearworded houkah! on my porch! after even midnight!
i was very angry....i think from the way that i hit those exclamation marks, i still am.
either follow your dad's rules or don't, but make sure he knows what you are doing.
that just frustrates me.

and my roommates always turn their music up, like they assume that we want to listen to it. i always make sure that mine can't be heard. and it's not because it has expletives in it or anything.
at least the three annoying ones (whom i love dearly) will be gone in five weeks or so or something. these are the girls that are excited about playing bridge.

i don't know. i just don't want to be like them.
and i certainly didn't want to come home to a party, even though the way i walked past it might have broken it up, because they are all gone now.

and they don't use inside voices, either, and i always feel so bad when i come in when they are sleeping.

obviously, i haven't told them any of this, just stewed over it.

i guess i'm not the best roommate ever, either.

Thursday, March 25, 2004

this is my fantasy baseball team. are you jealous?
C J. Posada (NYY - C)
1B J. Giambi (NYY - 1B,DH)
2B D. Jiménez (Cin - 2B)
3B V. Castilla (Col - 3B)
SS R. Furcal (Atl - SS)
LF M. Ramírez (Bos - LF,DH)
CF J. Pierre (Fla - CF)
RF R. Hidalgo (Hou - RF)
Util O. Cabrera (Mon - SS)
BN P. Polanco (Phi - 2B,3B)
BN D. Ortiz (Bos - 1B,DH)
BN T. Martínez (TB - 1B)
BN E. Durazo (Oak - 1B,DH)
SP P. Martínez (Bos - SP)
SP L. Hernández (Mon - SP)
SP R. Ortiz (Ana - SP)
SP F. García (Sea - SP)
RP F. Cordero (Tex - RP)
RP G. Mota (LA - RP)
RP V. Zambrano (TB - SP,RP)
RP F. Rodríguez (Ana - RP)
P F. Rodríguez (SF - RP)
BN C. Silva (Min - RP)
BN J. Lima (LA - SP)
I decided to go with the all latino team. I didn't really know anything else to do.

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

the grossest thing in the world--or one of them (i suppose i really shouldn't make sweeping statements like that) is condiment juice. you know, the stuff that comes out before the ketchup and mustard do if you forget to shake them up? yeah...i got mustard juice but i remembered to shake up the ketchup--of course, i didn't have any bread to make soggy with it, so it wasn't really that big a deal, but it was still nasty.
do you think the two hotdogs i ate for lunch today were better for me than the two poptarts i had yesterday? (actually, i ate five poptarts yesterday and a moon pie and peanuts and m&m's) but i only ate two for lunch.

today has been a most gorgeous day. if i didn't feel such an obligation to you my public, i'd be out there enjoying it instead of sitting in my room. i really could take my computer outside, but that would be a lot of work.

i think all porch ceilings should be painted light blue.

jon barlow has a very interesting discussion about language here--well, really it's in the comments to there. i've been thinking on that topic a little bit and here's what i've come up with: language is kinda like sidewalks. usually people walk on them, but sometimes they make their own paths and walk on them so heavily that the grass won't grow and you might as well put a sidewalk there, just so it doesn't look terrible. i mean, you can put "keep of the grass" signs like the french people do, but i don't know if that will work. anyways, just a thought and a simile.

i've been reading some essays of Flannery O'Connor and they were constantly full of stuff that i just had to stop and read to my roommate--i hope it wasn't annoying.
it was great. it made me want to write a short story. all my plots that i think of are all pretty silly, but i guess that shouldn't stop me. would you read a story even if it wasn't as funny as a leg getting stolen by a bible salesman?

i have written two short stories in my life, one when i was eleven--it was very short, and one for my creative writing class when i was a freshman. my teacher said my first draft didn't have enough conflict. so i put a car wreck in.

i saw this very clever saying on a t-shirt as i left the computer engineering building: there are only 10 kinds of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't.
do you get it?

i hope ya'LL are enjoying the spring time and the pollen--good thing i'm not allergic, because we live under an oak tree.

well, i think i might go do something else.

Monday, March 15, 2004

that place in my poem is between hull hall and the chapel. but they cut all the wisteria down and i don't know why.
bad news for people with hay fever--the oak trees are blooming. since i don't have allergies, i'm excited.
yay for spring break and not having to think. i'm reading books without cultural significance (like the prisoner of zenda and paying bills and thinking about summer jobs.
i'm also planning on cleaning up my room and folding the two loads of laundry that i've done.
yayayayayayay...i think my brain has left and gone to destin.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

winding paths and waiting

there's a lamp post on the path
where i watch and wait for you
it stands, upright like an ROTC soldier
shouldering its glowing globes.

there's a fountain too.
it stretches up, tranquilly,
dripping serenity, while the
dragons at its base arrogantly
thrust out their chests.

and there's an arbor, heavy with
wisteria vine all knotted and swirly,
its thick brawny trunks
climbing the red brick pillars.

also there are three grey benches,
a parenthesis around the pillars
and the fountain, dusty with bird droppings,
ants and old plant leaves.

i sit in the middle one, with just
enough room on either side for
you to squeeze in...and put your
warming arm around me?those vines
block the sunlight warmth.

and if you ever came, we
could ridicule the dragons for
their unladylike pose
and show the lamp post
what arms are really for and
tell the benches something about curves.

but you don't ever come?
at least you haven't yet?
and the fountain keeps dripping
and the birds play in the vines
while i stare at the people
passing by that are not you.

sometimes i just feel like posting poems. this is one that i wrote when i was a freshman. any MSU alumni able to tell what i'm talking about?

Saturday, March 06, 2004

ESPN.com - NCB - Miss St clinches first SEC title in 41 years
yeah...i'm sorry...but we are for REAL!
we might struggle before we win, but we've lost fewer games than Duke has!
yeah. i'm excited.
kinda apprehensive, but looking forward to the next bit of madness.

Friday, March 05, 2004

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

(Martin Luther)

Thursday, March 04, 2004

remind me sometime to talk about the difference between ole miss and state, as far as i can see it.

did you know that Mississippi State has their winningest team this ear?

to top that off, the japanese magnolias and the daffodils are blooming, too.
it's lovely.

anyone ever read The Enexpected Legacy of Divorce? you might should. it's very good. other books i'm reading are Invisible Man and War of Words. you get to guess what they are about.

So, Sometimes my roommates drive me crazy--not my new one; i like her--but the other ones. the ones that made a chart for doing chores and started putting stickers up when they did them. the ones whose mothers' mopped regularly. the ones who guilt one into working and them make them fight (often unsuccessfully) their bitterness. The ones that seem to be perfect (except that I know they are depraved in some small way). THe ones that say, "i've already vacuumed the floor, so if you mop you won't have to sweep" when it's not my week, even if i didn't do it last week. How does my doing someone else's work make things better? THe floor wasn't even that dirty. all it need was a good sweeping (which the vacuum didn't do). i don't even mind mopping. i just mind being guilted into it; being forced to get that star.

it drives me crazy.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

THis may be the most profound thing i ever say (or it might be silly, i don't know)...
But the surety, how i know that I'm saved lies not in my ability to distinguish how it worked, but in God's (however he did it) carrying it through to completion.

Monday, March 01, 2004

Barlow Farms
sometimes i think that my goal in life needs to be something a little more ambitious than just trying to pick out a new kind of sandwich every time i go to subway.