7/2014 (was going to write way back then...)
There's a title. Just thought of it as i started writing because i thought i'd write about the Summer. This summer. But i don't want this to stretch into oblivion so i decided to open with this and just...even.
That went far. Let's try again. So this Summer is technically my last "Summer" of sorts because i'm not going into a field that is going to allow a "break" from my job. My occupation is still "student," so i have some sort of obligation to go to classes in the fall and spring. Enough of the common knowledge..i guess i just went there because i want to get into my feels of where i am in life. (And of course some worthless stream of conscious writing that leaves me feeling more confused and maybe you, just mad..in more than one way.) What's on my mind? The Future, naturally. Something that's completely out of my control and unchangeable. But boy, i feel like i should be concerning myself with it because it only makes sense..or none. Maybe if you're a worrier like me, this might be making some sense, maybe. A little.
TODAY:
Well, I've had interesting struggles with this blog here for a while now and boy, they were all unnecessary. Here's the positive: It's all back up. Haveyouheardofthem.com is ready to go, and I am here back on this silly blog to give somewhat of a life update to the masses.
I love work, Boosterthon is the best company. I've been living in Charlotte, and quite interested in what the future holds. In July 2014, I was facing interesting stuff. I think I had figured out by then that I could graduate college early. And the internships I was working would qualify for classwork. Quite blessed and excited, I was working hours for the college store as well as hours for the chaplain of the school on the school's Black Lake retreat property
It was a sweaty summer and one where I was more unsure of my future. I did work a little extra hard that semester for no reason, but I thought I had worked the semester with some extra credits but as it turned out I hadn't and should have just taken an L like my family had told me. Pretty ridiculous. As I worked as a student, that semester I felt like I needed to start working there. Catawba had done everything for me (I thought) and it was the best course of action working for them. However, I had no idea what God was up to and that their was an even harder better option coming up. The day I was leaving Catawba (graduating early in December), I was called in by a boss and asked if I wanted a temporary job there after Christmas break.
I took it, went to Passion 2015, and then started working for Catawba.
It was during the Phonathon of Spring 2015, that I was helping with, when I got a call from the Census Bureau. I had kept my name in the system, and sure enough a job had opened up for that summer. "Perfect," I thought! The trouble was, I had to make a decision if I was going to leave Salisbury and maybe the opportunity of securing a full-time job with Catawba (ideally a Guidance Counselor position, I thought).
After much thought, I thought it best to do it because Catawba hadn't promised me anything at the moment and Census looked promising. So I took the job and moved back in with my parents.
In June, friends from Catawba said "Just move back here and live with us, get a job here until Catawba offers you something." One of the main reasons I had said no was because my mom had told me about something called the Fellows Program that would buy me an extra 9-months and I still wasn't feeling sure about my future. It was July when Catawba offered me a real job. The very next day after I had pretty much decided to do the Fellows. So wild.
Granny died that summer. I went to a friend's wedding in WA, it was a crazy summer.
Anyway, I went to Davidson/Chrarlotte NC to be a Fellow. It was an incredibly hard year. And it hurt so good. I learned some terrible stuff about myself including: I give too many details, terrible at Listening, and can't wait for someone to finish talking so I can hopefully make them laugh or say what I want.
Constantly interrupting is dangerous and I did it all the time. I still do it, yet I'm so much better than I was. All the pain I endured, only made me so much stronger and being humbled by the Lord was so necessary. It was tough, yet so important to my growth.
In March 2016, I found out more about Boosterthon and was sold. I interviewed in April, sort of fell through the cracks over the summer, and got the job in late August part-time. Also started part-time with LiveNation and then went full-time with Boosterthon in January 2017.
Really hard first year, yet so worth it. All of it. When something is worth it, it could easily mean the best time of your life..or at least a memory that will never be forgotten. No matter the pain.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Short Not Sweet and "A Meal Without Food"
Well, it's that durn season again... i Love it and long for it every year, and each year it's the same. Well not the same, exactly.. But it's the same in some aspects. Different each year by the amount of understanding i have of how God sent this kid to save us all, and then how He's going to come back. It's all pretty awesome, and i always gain just a bit more understanding from it each year. But, it is too vast for me to grasp completely. Too unbelievable. Too awesome. And i am more thankful than last year.
But how about it? This Winter Break (i'll be graduated this time next year, not a huge deal), i decided to take a "J-Term" course. It's a fiction writing course and i'm hoping it cycles into writing nonfiction a little bit because that's what i've got to do for my career. Hah. i Wanted to share a small exercise i just finished for class on here. It's pretty random, but it was entertaining to write. i Was told to write a dialogue between two people without any explanations, quotations, or setting descriptions. Purely a conversation. Here's an attempt at it, and let it be known my teacher hasn't graded this yet. So, you can wait with me to see if i failed and "misunderstood the assignment." Who knows? Commas may not have been allowed! i Got a kick out of the assignment. Probably because it felt funny to always struggle with always saying "he said/she said," junk, and then not being allowed to use any of that! Note: Basically each new line is a new person speaking, but on here the format got all messed up. So the main note: each ellipses is the same person speaking. It just indicates a more than brief pause.
"A Meal Without Food"
But how about it? This Winter Break (i'll be graduated this time next year, not a huge deal), i decided to take a "J-Term" course. It's a fiction writing course and i'm hoping it cycles into writing nonfiction a little bit because that's what i've got to do for my career. Hah. i Wanted to share a small exercise i just finished for class on here. It's pretty random, but it was entertaining to write. i Was told to write a dialogue between two people without any explanations, quotations, or setting descriptions. Purely a conversation. Here's an attempt at it, and let it be known my teacher hasn't graded this yet. So, you can wait with me to see if i failed and "misunderstood the assignment." Who knows? Commas may not have been allowed! i Got a kick out of the assignment. Probably because it felt funny to always struggle with always saying "he said/she said," junk, and then not being allowed to use any of that! Note: Basically each new line is a new person speaking, but on here the format got all messed up. So the main note: each ellipses is the same person speaking. It just indicates a more than brief pause.
"A Meal Without Food"
How many is in your party?
Just me.
Right this way, sir.
Thanks.
…
You know you hostesses can sure look nice.
Yes, we do clean up nicely huh.
…
Is this table all right?
Oh, I didn’t think I had a choice in a place like this.
Only the best for someone with such class.
…
Can I get you anything Mr.-?
Mr. Grant, but please call me Jack.
...
But more importantly, what's your name?
Well, it's Diana and thank you for taking an interest in me sir, but I must be going back to--
Diana. That's a lovely name. It fits for someone with such elegance.
Well thank you sir, but really I must be going--
What on earth for, Diana?
Excuse me, I would say if you hadn't interrupted.
Sorry. Please continue and excuse my childish and plain rude behavior.
You're excused. You see, I normally would say I should head back to the front, but looking at the time now it's time for me to clock out or my boss will get angry. It has been a long day for me and I'm exhausted. I'm sorry for taking so much of your time sir, let me go get a serv--
You poor soul. No more "sir's" please, and this may be too forward but could I invite you and your husband to lunch?
You could, but the male companion would be lacking and my lunch time was an hour ago. Have a good day Jack.
Please, please don't leave. I haven't heard a woman as pretty as you say my name that sweetly since my wife--
...
For another time. Ms. Diana, it would be an honor if you came to a meal with me, even if the food wasn't present.
Why would it be a meal then?
To pretend we were conversing over food, without the food. It doesn't make much sense, so we shouldn't think too hard about it.
I must say you are a different man than I've ever encountered, quite different in fact than my late--
No, don't say it. Stop where you are. This conversation is hurting enough. If my chances are decreasing by the second of you sitting down with me, after clocking out, I'm going to leave before you do.
No, no. Jack. Jack, stay right here. I'll be back before you know it! In fact, I might sit with you so long, you'll get tired of me.
I wholeheartedly, doubt it.
-fin.
Friday, August 2, 2013
i Don't Know WHat "Conform" Means.
First a quick little note about what this post will be: Vociferation. To its fullest.
Here’s why: the verb “to conform” does not really have a place in my small vocabulary..or whatever you want to call the knowledge of about 38 words in the English language. In fact, i have a vague understanding of it and barely comprehend why it’s important. This post is not going to be about how i think, “You should be yourself because you’re extraordinary and will accomplish much in life if you just believe in yourself.” Heaven forbid. Nothing of the sort. And it will certainly not be about how “i’m me because i’m amazing/awesome/best person i know/etc..” But, i say all that to say the world wants me to conform/accept two phenomena i am...not in the least bit in agreement with, or wish to attempt at embracing.
The first is quite simple and elementary, if you will.. Touchpads. Touchpads!!? i Recently walked into an AT&T store and after smiling back at the greeter, who had asked how she could help, asked if she knew of a newer phone that was a SmartPhone, without a touchpad. The look that she gave me next was one that exclaimed, “WAIT...you want me to conquer the world, in the dead of winter, with YOU?!!” Needless to say, she told me i better look online because she has no idea.. Listen, i guess i’m just too old fashioned, but i love the satisfaction i get from “mashin’ the buttons” and stuff happening. i Like that, confirmation, i guess is the word. i Feel as though i’m not asking for much, but...in today's world, regrettably..it looks as though i’ve got to switch to a horrid, dreadful touchpad. i Know what’s available, don’t misunderstand me. All the vibrations and “confirming alerts” that you can turn on in settings so that you know when you have typed something, but alas..i just don’t want. i Can’t even.
Enough of that. Anyway, the next is much more serious and deals with an issue i just, can’t fathom. If you have an explanation for me, i would love to hear/read it. Please. i’m not going to look down or judge, but i want you to at least try to see it from my point of view and then if you disagree, by all means, fire away. My skin is probably thicker than yours. Oops! Did not mean to try to one-up, or sound high above you in any way, i just meant..go for it. Tear away at my reasoning so i can at least, make a valiant TRY to see with your eyes.
Soul mate. The One. Does that exist today? The [maddening] idea came to me to voice my insignificant opinion as an accumulation of stories and others’ thoughts were shared. Namely, this little intelligent video and this enlightening blog post came to my attention when some of my friends shared this around. If you just watched/read either of them, you might agree that they kinda’ parallel each other.. If you disagree with me there, that’s fine. i Think i disagree with myself? But, the point is...i’m pretty sure these two young knowledgeable people are saying, “Nope. There isn’t a ‘thing,’ as The One.”
So, why am i discouraged? Even after their apparent viable information including God and what He wants of us in this life? Because....it tears me apart. Shredding me to pieces. i’m a hopeless romantic who still Believes. Maybe it’s the Old Fashioned in me that’s acting out of control again, but to be honest, i don’t care. i Could care less about what people think about how i should grow up and live in today’s world. “You’re the one who can’t grasp what i see, like, and enjoy so much!” i say. It’s why i like old romantic comedies from the ’30’s, ‘40’s, and ‘50’s. Hardly anyone from my generation will understand that, that innocence that is so present.
i Believe in one small, little, tiny, meager,...No, just kidding. It’s a major part of me that has this Belief that: God is GOD. Here’s where it gets tricky depending on who you are: that Belief is, and can be so strong for some, that it is a Statement of Fact. It’s..a lifestyle. i Can’t bring myself to think or spend a second debating on whether to go along with what a lot of people are saying today about this subject. Dare i say they’re completely missing the biggest point of all?
God.
Anything is possible when He’s in it, right? Anything.. Right? Am i wrong? Okay i’ll stop. But..seriously!! Anything. Really.
So, if i always pray, “If it is Your [good and perfect] Will..” What’s the worst that can happen? Honestly. (If you’re lost as to my connection...let me try to make it simple. Primarily, i have Faith. Faith in God because that is what's needed in the first place. In addition, i Believe that when i ask, God will provide The One for me if it is His will for me to marry. Because, He can do Anything.)
Monday, July 8, 2013
A Spontaneous Adventure
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| My feelinG of July 3-4, 2013 |
i Better start by saying i've had this idea ever since i wanted a sleeping bag for Christmas in 2010..? My parents live near the beach so i've always had this fantasy of camping out under the stars. On the beach with just a sleeping bag. Listening to the waves crash and so on. But, there was a significant problem: the closest beach that allowed camping was a good hour and half drive away. i Never got around to doing it except a year ago when i got a tent for Christmas and tore out to Freeman Park with my dad. We had some problems: not being tired at going to sleep at about 8:30, choosing a night with a full moon to name just a few. The next day when we came back, there was so much sand in the tent it was a complete mess.
So on July 2nd, i didn't wake up and say, "i'm going to spend tomorrow night on the beach by myself. No doubt." It was about 2100hrs. on the 2nd that i tentatively made plans to follow through my "solid" plan the next day. The only troubles were having to go to the doctor's and picking up my mom at the airport...close to an hour away. No problem, i thought. If only i knew my ProblemS had only just begun.
The mom had to pick up some vegetables on the way back so that took some extra time, when i got home i figured i could gather everything i needed quickly. i Had no qualms about this and thought it'd be simple enough. i Knew i needed some sort of sustenance for dinner that night and for breakfast the next day and possibly lunch..or just some extra cold hard cash. i Threw some cold cuts, chips, and cherry tomatoes in a plastic bag. i Closed it tightly with barely any air in the bag. i Thought. My dad was telling me i need to sleep on something other than the sleeping bag because the sand gets so dang damp at night. He suggested a trash bag and i thoroughly enjoyed that idea sense our tarp could have been wrapped around are roof with its size.. i Snagged a water bottle that keeps your liquid cold even when left in the sun and filled it with ice, water, and some Bolthouse Farms smoothie. i Kept thinking of one more item to pack and struggled with how to carry my sleeping bag as well as wear a backpack and try to keep some earphones in my head. A lot goin' on. i Would get it all situated and then remember something drastic (e.g. Gatorade/sunscreen) and have to remove every little package to pack it in. It got pretty tiring but finally at about 5:25ish i was peeling out of my driveway with my bike and dorky helmet..(do people still use that word? "Dorky?")
The one good part about leaving that late in the afternoon was that...i knew that the last ferry was to leave at 6. i Was about 7 miles away. With traffic and wind blowing at me almost the entire time. That was the "good" part, that i knew when the ferry was leaving..and i had to BOOK it. No matter the odds. Everything seemed to be okay until i decided to stop for my first water break after going about 2 miles. The struggle was that the bottle was in a side pocket and i have to take off everything but my clothes to put it back in (why didn't i just use a Camel-Back?!). i Kept struggling on the side of the road while cars whizzed by and i decided to check the time. i Was running out of it quick. Then, while my "Summer 2013" playlist jammed away, i started praying that i'd make it.
While i lit out for this ferry still a good ways away, it was mostly uneventful except when i started across a bridge at the wrong section and almost blew out my tires..at least it felt that way. But, as i neared the ferry i noticed car after car driving by.. Most likely they were all coming from the ferry that had arrived. i Wasn't close enough yet to see it and i started trying to fly. i Felt like any minute the boat would leave and i would be left trying to call a parent to pick me up..which of course would have been mortifying. When i got closer, i saw that most of the gate was closed and a red stop sign was over it. i Pedaled faster to see if i could slip behind the gate and still make it on the boat. Someway, (ahah, with God on my side) i sped up to the gate and there was a guy there saying, "Come on, they'll let you on! i'm only stopping the cars." Such a nice old man. So there was a lady who told me quite assuredly that i won't get a ticket but i can pay my fee of $2 and she'll let me on fine. As it turned out, i was almost the last of the last as there were some other bikers (some of whom i weren't sure why the were biking..of if the bike could handle....you know.) and a car that must have managed to talk its way onto the ship. It didn't make sense.
We arrived fine except that on this particular ferry people like to throw food for seagulls and so whether the boat has passengers that are doing this or not, a Flock often follow the boat all day. This is annoying because you know what seagulls can do on top of people as they hover and wait for food. Dreadful, distasteful wretches. But yes, i arrived fine with no "mistakes" to clean up and i took off down the road to the far end of the beaches-- the one i was headed to was North Carolina which was at least 7 or 8 miles. i Wasn't worried because i had made the ferry-- the hardest part, for now..
As i got closer to the town, more and more "marvelous traffic" hurtled around me. i Stopped at a gas station in the shade for a water break and refill my water bottle. That meant once again taking off everything but my shorts and shoes and gulping down my refreshing liquids. i Looked over to the nearby parking lot and there was an.. Interesting individual sitting, more like moping, on a moped. Definitely moping on his moped. He looked like his favorite activities included NOT attempting to brighten anybody's day and Heaven forbid looking "presentable." A worker from this filling station went up to him to try and make conversation as the employee must have been on a break, and...i'm afraid he failed. He asked what type of moped it was and the bony, stringy, greasy and certainly grimy man gave him a faraway, unconcerned look that must have not only confused me (who was just dropping eaves innocently and curiously), but maybe completely losing the poor guy that asked. In other words, even though the employee repeated his question, i'm pretty sure the thoughts in his head were saying, "Why am i asking this? What am i asking again? What's the question? i Think i'll give up now."
i Kept going on my way with only three or four near collisions with clueless tourists who were trying to find the next tourist trap for them to get lost in. It was only about 1940hrs. when i finally made it to the beach, but i had to immediately start walking my bike as the sand was so thick. i Didn't slog too long however before i found an "Emergency Vehicles Only"sign and followed that path closer to the water where i could hop back on and pedal down the beach to find a place to "set up camp." (Not much to set up without a tent, ahah..) i Noticed immediately there were already a good many people with their campers and tents set out and ready to party it up the next day...i thought. At one point there was an "adorable couple" having a picture taken and so i attempted my politeness and tried to go around them but misjudged when a wave was coming in and road through some water ankle deep. Naturally this threw ocean water everywhere drenching my shoes. So i carried on down the beach before i realized, there were just more and more people as i went further down. My saving grace was that there wasn't much activity set up on the other side of the "road" (where people drive in between sand dunes and the water). Let me draw a quick picture for you: sand dunes, maybe 50 or 40 yards of sand, tents, then water soon after that at high tide. i Looked towards the dunes and there wasn't much except one tent...i thought.
Carefully trying to spread out my cut trash bag and towel took a little daylight time with the constant breeze ruffling and scrunching up my flimsy bag. But it worked at last and i settled into my zip-lock bag of goodies..until i realized that the chips had gotten all kinds of moisture in them and all the lettuce had wilted. Nevertheless, i was thankful for something to gnaw. As it got darker, i continued to notice how cars, trucks, (a little old punch bug with an unbearable motor) and the like traveled back forth in front of me on the "highway," as i began to call it. i Cracked open a few pages of the Good Book and played a few notes on the harmonica before i decided to pull out my sleeping bag and situate that. It worked, but with the bottom of it sticking in the sand being longer than my trash bag and towel. Of course my shoes and socks were already off and sandy so i knew i was going to have a Sandy Sleeping Bag by the time it was all over with. i Wasn't too worried about it until i realized that to get into the "helpful" "protective bag" i would have to slide my feet in scraping sand off my feet and coating the inside of the bag. Perfect,..if i wanted to catch some shuteye with a thin layer of clingy, moist (hate that word) sand all over me. The fun was beginning to start, can you tell?
At about 8:30 or 9, fireworks started up. A massive, long show was happening and i had pretty good seats! i Was so far away that i didn't hear the "crackle effect" ones but heard the boom pretty well...delayed, but still heard it. Then i ripped my attention to some similar closer noises about 300 or 500 feet away as people were doing the same activity! It was quite a little spectacle being in between all the action. It was a little unnerving knowing that these distinguished beach goers were drinking beer and were jovial in lighting fireworks. Genius. i've always thought alcohol and any type of explosive were a great combo and these people must have thought so too! Funny how that works out...(if it works out at all..*cough*)
While fireworks blasted all around me, the night sky was perfect. i Could watch some shooting stars as well as a show with all the loud entertainment. (This was a big plus to the evening so i thought i should set this apart...ahah.)
While bombs bursting in air continued with a jolly raucous, there was quite the rowdy behavior going on elsewhere. The vehicles. They never ceased!! It was unbelievable. Truck after truck after Trailblazer after SUV after truck after SUV after truck....after Trailblazer...aft-..you see my point. It was unreal. The amount of wheels running back and fo' and back and fo'! Of course, when the major firework show ended there were a number of cars coming back at the same time and i figured that out after marveling some more about it.. But... Then it started all over again! They just started Runnin' that highway, i mean beach strand.
At about 10:30 there was a group of maybe 2 guys come walking over with this cooler (was really scratching my head at what was in the cooler.....not.) and at first plunked down only about 30 feet away from me, not seeing me in the dark. One of them sounding very intelligent and far from Southern said, "This is us bro!" Then 3 obnoxiously loud girls walked over with more stuff and a flashlight and must have caught sight of me with it for one said, "Is ther' som'body sleepin' over ther'?" in quite the accent that fits so well....in the south. One of the possibly more bright ones got the rest of them to move a little further away so that worked, until a little later..
It only got worse when some silly boys and girls decided they were going to start pretending they were at Myrtle Beach. If you've never been to the Strip in Summer time, i..guess, it's worth it? Anyway, what happens on the Strip is that, starting at about midnight, people will drive up and down with their windows down and yelling or wooing out their windows. Blaring music and tearing back and forth. Sounds like a blast right? Big redneck trucks whistling at girls and comment-i mean yelling about their looks and just being so professional and gentlemanly. Well, that is what happened. Exactly. To the letter. One truck in particular kept driving by this tent that had the 3 clamorous girls (who smoked so attractively.......) and that went over real well with them of course. They only egged them on, flirting at the top of their lungs. One guy said something so classy to one of the girls, i thought he should have not completed his turn and instead, completed something much more helpful like driving into the ocean!
So you see, there was traffic all night long and plenty of "woo girls" to replace all the real ones in New York City bars. Two times. Of course the drunk fireworks were just an added bonus and it was a..mess. Naturally. Drunk fireworks are the best kind, naturally. As it turned out, people were coming a day early to "whoop it up" all night on the eve of the Fourth. And, they wanted to be claiming their spots. Well, as i strived and toiled about falling asleep with all this highway fun, i was lying my head on my hiking backpack which i thought would be enough padding. It was not. Once again the sand got wicked hard and i couldn't get comfortable. It didn't make sense with all the biking and walking through sand..to no avail, my eyes wouldn't stay shut. Oh wait, i remember why i struggled so much: what made it harder was that i kept waking up through the night to more people pulling in. i'm not exaggerating. You're doing the math right. The hour was LATE, yet people kept rolling in as if it was a bright sunny day and they were going to be setting up camp with all this daylight to aid them.. People just set up their camps in complete dark with some LED lights, always managing to get it right in my eyes. Their aim was impeccable. i Guess some good can be found in this too.. i Wasn't ever run over my some car backing up or waking up outside of someone's tent or right next to a car....until the morning. i Couldn't sleep in at all because some people had moved in pretty close to me and had kept a fire going all night and talked away. And the sun was up pretty fast. At about 7:40 two massive 4X4 trucks pulled in right next to me.. "Right," a word that here means a mere 10 feet from my head. i Knew right then that it was time to move on. They tried to be pleasant and greet me, but there wasn't much use in that as they were pretty much "The Invaders."
My July 4th was pretty eventful as well, but not with such colorful folks (except some retired heavy drinkers at a neighborhood picnic, one of which had brought some Vodka!). The ride home consisted of seeing a ton of traffic and feeling powerful being able to pass these forlorn cars waiting and waiting.
It wasn't a miserable experience really, it was just an Experience. One that i will be sure to plan for better next time..and expect Culture to be there on the beach as well! It saddened me that at some times i didn't feel like i had left the county where my parents live and i confess i attended school for a little bit. The whole point of the trip was to see tourists and people who were from "Wi'min'ton," not the place i liked to avoid. Ah well, i still went to that picnic and laughed with some Vets and got to thank them so, not a complete waste of a Fourth at all! Far from it.
If you serve for our Nation, i thank you and please know that i am proud to be an American. There isn't another place like it, on Earth.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Thoughts from Inside an Internship and Living Alone
It's been a "minute" since i last posted, so i thought i'd update this ol' dreary blog. To give context, i'm living in a cousin's house while they're out of town and dog sitting for them in the morning and night. During the day, i work in an office for a lawyer and his associates who include a Public Relations firm in a metropolis.
Here are some tidbits from a guy who's got some new views on life and its [sometimes] bleak surprises. The list is in no particular order and dull explanations are at the bottom for those..enthusiasts.
1. i Feel odd and forlorn looking through apparel designers websites and the strangely attractive models of the female kind.
2. If you're in an organization, or small business even, and you're trying to sell something, keep a website...please.
3. Stop tooling, fumbling, and fooling around in the kitchen and let your wife-....oh wait.
4. Find out when Mr. and Ms. are necessary..
5. When battling cantankerous bugs of the cockroach family, don't fight unarmed!
6. When in doubt, have an egg.
7. Don't let the wife know that when she's gone i can't make up my mind about which side of the bed to sleep-....oh wait.
8. So. Much. Internet. i Hope my browsing history doesn't break.
9. Unpaid work is going to teach me some valuable lessons..
10. Girlswhosmokeareattractive-girlswhosmokeareattractive-girlswhosmokeare....nope! Still no.
11. Find out when flirting is taking place and adjust accordingly. Stat.
12. Google can be completely worthless, or not.
13. Headphones can make it Real Fun.
14. If ignored, give up. A.S.A.P.
15. When i grow up, make sure to move to a spot with people, lots of.
16. And so, i join this Interesting world of people working a "9 to 5."
Descriptions:
1. One of my assignments at work is to try to build a contact list for clothing manufacturers of athletic apparel, but...i have to sift through a lot of the standard, pricey, strange clothes to find the right one. i May or may not catch myself daydreaming about buying strange clothes for this Future wife of mine and then stroll around NYC like we own it.
2. Getting extremely fed up with people who have a business, but don't keep a website or don't update the web that it's closed or anythang!!... Driving me crazy with how excited i might get and then only to find out i can't find any of their products or at least a website saying it still exists and it hasn't closed up shop.
3. "i'm so single, 12 year olds have more romantic relationships than i do.." -A.R.Y. So good. But yess, i'm trying strange concoctions in the kitchen and it's not working too well. But it's interesting! i'm learning how far i can go!..getting rice to stick to the bowl and throwing flimsy noodles at wooden cupboards.
4. Now that i'm 21, i find it difficult to still not stick to my roots of addressing elders as, "Mr./Ms." but..there's a problem when she or he is my co-worker....?
5. Somehow there are these monsters that slip into the kitchen and like to terrorize me. For some reason they are thrilled to jump out at me when i'm least expecting it and most unprepared. Do they even?! i'm always trying to do battle with them when i have nothing but my feeble appendages. Still, i remember my manners and ask, "Please, put up your dukes." Normally they're more annoyed, and win with smug expressions on their faces when they scuttle off self-assured.
6. Returning to #3, i eat eggs. A lot. Mostly soft or hard boiled as this is, "healthy?" So, if i'm hungry...i'm learning to just, have another flipping egg.
7. "i'm [still] so single, i have to hang a photo of Ryan Gosling around my neck so girls will look at me." - A.R.Y. Genius. Where i sleep is a good tale though. It's in this Queen sized bed. i Can count how many times i've slept in one..with one or two hands. SO many choices of which side!! Options are endless.
8. For my job...i have to be on the internet. A lot. So, my browsing history has never been so stinkin' packed full! At least i feel like it's full..now i'm wondering if it can get too full? We'll see.
9. Yes. It's as if i'm supposed to be a Servant in this life, or something??....mostlikely.
10. Yep. Sorry but, no. Definitely..no. While a girl swearing is not as bad, it's mighty close to her smoking..for me..
11. Welll, i just need to know. i'm terrible at guessing...it's as bad as me attempting mathematics!! So, plain awful.
12. If you know how to use that incredible tool it can be...unbelievable. For example, narrowing your search to a specific date! Quite amazing.
13. i Sometimes forget these and....all of a sudden, the day creeps by impressingly slow. These little tykes can make your day fly at the office.
14. Somehow, i'm just exceedingly exceptional at catching sight of a tremendously attractive female creature and she completely ignoring me as soon as i do. It never fails. In fact, i'm so talented at this, i think i could go for the gold if i made it an Olympic sport.
15. i Like people. i Have to be sure there are plenty of them wherever God moves me after school.
16. "9 to 5." So..entertainingly filled of an Interesting life....this sort of statement is dripping in sarcasm if you didn't know. Wow, it's certainly a lifestyle!...i just hope i'm ready for it.
17. What in the world?! Stop reading. That's all i've got.. Close this superfluous blog!
Here are some tidbits from a guy who's got some new views on life and its [sometimes] bleak surprises. The list is in no particular order and dull explanations are at the bottom for those..enthusiasts.
1. i Feel odd and forlorn looking through apparel designers websites and the strangely attractive models of the female kind.
2. If you're in an organization, or small business even, and you're trying to sell something, keep a website...please.
3. Stop tooling, fumbling, and fooling around in the kitchen and let your wife-....oh wait.
4. Find out when Mr. and Ms. are necessary..
5. When battling cantankerous bugs of the cockroach family, don't fight unarmed!
6. When in doubt, have an egg.
7. Don't let the wife know that when she's gone i can't make up my mind about which side of the bed to sleep-....oh wait.
8. So. Much. Internet. i Hope my browsing history doesn't break.
9. Unpaid work is going to teach me some valuable lessons..
10. Girlswhosmokeareattractive-girlswhosmokeareattractive-girlswhosmokeare....nope! Still no.
11. Find out when flirting is taking place and adjust accordingly. Stat.
12. Google can be completely worthless, or not.
13. Headphones can make it Real Fun.
14. If ignored, give up. A.S.A.P.
15. When i grow up, make sure to move to a spot with people, lots of.
16. And so, i join this Interesting world of people working a "9 to 5."
Descriptions:
1. One of my assignments at work is to try to build a contact list for clothing manufacturers of athletic apparel, but...i have to sift through a lot of the standard, pricey, strange clothes to find the right one. i May or may not catch myself daydreaming about buying strange clothes for this Future wife of mine and then stroll around NYC like we own it.
2. Getting extremely fed up with people who have a business, but don't keep a website or don't update the web that it's closed or anythang!!... Driving me crazy with how excited i might get and then only to find out i can't find any of their products or at least a website saying it still exists and it hasn't closed up shop.
3. "i'm so single, 12 year olds have more romantic relationships than i do.." -A.R.Y. So good. But yess, i'm trying strange concoctions in the kitchen and it's not working too well. But it's interesting! i'm learning how far i can go!..getting rice to stick to the bowl and throwing flimsy noodles at wooden cupboards.
4. Now that i'm 21, i find it difficult to still not stick to my roots of addressing elders as, "Mr./Ms." but..there's a problem when she or he is my co-worker....?
5. Somehow there are these monsters that slip into the kitchen and like to terrorize me. For some reason they are thrilled to jump out at me when i'm least expecting it and most unprepared. Do they even?! i'm always trying to do battle with them when i have nothing but my feeble appendages. Still, i remember my manners and ask, "Please, put up your dukes." Normally they're more annoyed, and win with smug expressions on their faces when they scuttle off self-assured.
6. Returning to #3, i eat eggs. A lot. Mostly soft or hard boiled as this is, "healthy?" So, if i'm hungry...i'm learning to just, have another flipping egg.
7. "i'm [still] so single, i have to hang a photo of Ryan Gosling around my neck so girls will look at me." - A.R.Y. Genius. Where i sleep is a good tale though. It's in this Queen sized bed. i Can count how many times i've slept in one..with one or two hands. SO many choices of which side!! Options are endless.
8. For my job...i have to be on the internet. A lot. So, my browsing history has never been so stinkin' packed full! At least i feel like it's full..now i'm wondering if it can get too full? We'll see.
9. Yes. It's as if i'm supposed to be a Servant in this life, or something??....mostlikely.
10. Yep. Sorry but, no. Definitely..no. While a girl swearing is not as bad, it's mighty close to her smoking..for me..
11. Welll, i just need to know. i'm terrible at guessing...it's as bad as me attempting mathematics!! So, plain awful.
12. If you know how to use that incredible tool it can be...unbelievable. For example, narrowing your search to a specific date! Quite amazing.
13. i Sometimes forget these and....all of a sudden, the day creeps by impressingly slow. These little tykes can make your day fly at the office.
14. Somehow, i'm just exceedingly exceptional at catching sight of a tremendously attractive female creature and she completely ignoring me as soon as i do. It never fails. In fact, i'm so talented at this, i think i could go for the gold if i made it an Olympic sport.
15. i Like people. i Have to be sure there are plenty of them wherever God moves me after school.
16. "9 to 5." So..entertainingly filled of an Interesting life....this sort of statement is dripping in sarcasm if you didn't know. Wow, it's certainly a lifestyle!...i just hope i'm ready for it.
17. What in the world?! Stop reading. That's all i've got.. Close this superfluous blog!
Monday, June 24, 2013
Relavant But a Dodgy Subject
Summer 2013 has finally settled in. This past year has been..whew, Something Else!!! That's..an understatement. If you don't mind i'm going to just savor this moment for a minute longer. There, i feel better. Hearts broken/mended (almost), prayers answered/unanswered (Hah, they may seem unanswered but He's got a Plan like always so it's not my problem!), and some wild dreams have occurred...(several nights ago i had the most wild one of all: i was giving youth talks about Marriage. Can you imagine? Me, just me, giving talks, supposed meaningful talks at that, on Marriage of all subjects!? Made me almost mad when i woke up. What a waste of time. As if i know about That!?!!)
Well, i'm an intern at a PR firm in NC and own a car. It feels Real....-ly like a dream. It's like i'm an adult or something....whoahh let's not get carried away. i'm still a college student, no matter how hard i try to enter the grown-up world. i Better get used to it. At least another 2 years.....(hopefully 1.5! We'll see if i can take the strain..doubtful.)
Now for a subject i've thought about here and there as i've gotten older and it's hit me in the face more and more: Pride. Phew, guys/readers, i don't know about you but that is something i just can't quite.."get in to." i Don't mean to sound Lofty, but come on. How much is necessary? True, some arrogance may be allowed for oneself when one accomplishes something Significant...possibly winning an election for President or being able to give back large sums of money to something that helped you grow as an individual but..being proud about just about anythang seems..over the top. Some people are just so Proud. i'm thinking like this because i recently overheard a peer of mine explain how her skills in music and how long she has been singing and so on. i Was so horrified, i could barely focus on my work. This far from unique individual was standing there, mouthing away about her accomplishments and how she's come a long way and how she sounds so good now..
It only gets worse when someone is so proud they do not want to lower themselves and even exchange conversation with someone they deem to be beneath them. What in the world? i Fear, they're missing It.
A while back i was waiting for some associates at a fast food drive-through to get their food and you wouldn't believe what happened. The young lady gave us the food, there wasn't a single, "Thank you..!" and because of this, it was quite awkward. No, more than that. It was, out of place and weird. It didn't make any sense for that to happen and i was, confused. Completely. This may have nothing to do with them being too proud and everything with them just being tired..but it certainly got me thinking nonetheless.
You see, when someone says, "thank you," they aren't just expressing their thanks. They're actually doing something else as well simultaneously. They're bringing themselves down and putting themselves on that same level as they are valuing the other person as well. They want to honor the other person and show that they care enough about that person to say, "i Appreciate you for doing/helping with something i couldn't do by myself unless i were to swap roles with you!" Especially if one is selling some product.
Saying "thank you" is so crucial to me not only because i was raised that way, but because of its implications. Furthermore, it can be applied to the Gospel perfectly. Why do we need to show our appreciation to God? Ahah...(Hint: the Cross and everything else He has done).. This cycles right back to me being perturbed about people being haughty.
If one thinks that highly of his/her self that much, to give so much credit to their own, it is time they re-evaluated what is vital to their lives.
Well, i'm an intern at a PR firm in NC and own a car. It feels Real....-ly like a dream. It's like i'm an adult or something....whoahh let's not get carried away. i'm still a college student, no matter how hard i try to enter the grown-up world. i Better get used to it. At least another 2 years.....(hopefully 1.5! We'll see if i can take the strain..doubtful.)
Now for a subject i've thought about here and there as i've gotten older and it's hit me in the face more and more: Pride. Phew, guys/readers, i don't know about you but that is something i just can't quite.."get in to." i Don't mean to sound Lofty, but come on. How much is necessary? True, some arrogance may be allowed for oneself when one accomplishes something Significant...possibly winning an election for President or being able to give back large sums of money to something that helped you grow as an individual but..being proud about just about anythang seems..over the top. Some people are just so Proud. i'm thinking like this because i recently overheard a peer of mine explain how her skills in music and how long she has been singing and so on. i Was so horrified, i could barely focus on my work. This far from unique individual was standing there, mouthing away about her accomplishments and how she's come a long way and how she sounds so good now..
It only gets worse when someone is so proud they do not want to lower themselves and even exchange conversation with someone they deem to be beneath them. What in the world? i Fear, they're missing It.
A while back i was waiting for some associates at a fast food drive-through to get their food and you wouldn't believe what happened. The young lady gave us the food, there wasn't a single, "Thank you..!" and because of this, it was quite awkward. No, more than that. It was, out of place and weird. It didn't make any sense for that to happen and i was, confused. Completely. This may have nothing to do with them being too proud and everything with them just being tired..but it certainly got me thinking nonetheless.
You see, when someone says, "thank you," they aren't just expressing their thanks. They're actually doing something else as well simultaneously. They're bringing themselves down and putting themselves on that same level as they are valuing the other person as well. They want to honor the other person and show that they care enough about that person to say, "i Appreciate you for doing/helping with something i couldn't do by myself unless i were to swap roles with you!" Especially if one is selling some product.
Saying "thank you" is so crucial to me not only because i was raised that way, but because of its implications. Furthermore, it can be applied to the Gospel perfectly. Why do we need to show our appreciation to God? Ahah...(Hint: the Cross and everything else He has done).. This cycles right back to me being perturbed about people being haughty.
If one thinks that highly of his/her self that much, to give so much credit to their own, it is time they re-evaluated what is vital to their lives.
Monday, January 7, 2013
In a Hurry
Why is everyone in a hurry? Hold on, let me slow down myself and rewind until it makes a little more sense why i've decided to write on this dying and dead website. Specifically, this URL ahah.
Well, apparently it took me an entire year to finish up that last post about pushing plugs on the green and that nearly killed me. i Actually enjoy smashing my head against a keyboard in hopes something magnificent can appear on "Blogger," but as this page shows, that hasn't happened once...well, maybe once. Or twice. Here's the problem, i no longer have time for banging away madly with keys which have letters and numbers. What has changed? Not a ton, but a bunch has.
"Blogger" is what Google decided to call it? Oh fine, "blogspot" just made too much sense (a spot to write a blog on this network of networks). Minor change, but a significant one because i can't figure out this new setup. Good news is that i'm taking an "online publication" course with this site. Perhaps i can learn somet'ang. Please check out my li'l review sites of sorts that takes a look at random but extremely talented musicians: haveyouheardofthem.com!!
i'm now a sophomore and Communications major at my school and headed towards an English minor. i Am still no better than a six year old at math and am concerned i might have to take the GRE if i want to go to grad-school. Problems brewing. i Have several jobs on campus but alas, am not as debonair as i wish and confidence is hard to find as i search daily.
Now that the catching up is all through, on to my rantings.
Why can't people learn to be alone? Well, if that's not a grand ol' Loaded question of sorts, i'm not sure what is. But think for a second. i'm not talking about living 'lonely,' i.e. feeling lonesome and not having a friend in the world. Not at all. This little trifling of a comment is going to be quite foolish yet entertaining i hope as i look for an answer (and fail outstandingly) to why people struggle with Relationships (including..yours truly). Capital "R" for i am speaking about those *cough*notatallunique, individuals who feel they must have a significant other and cannot be without a "bf" or "gf" for more than a few months (regretfully, you know as well as i do that this number of months can be significantly smaller. i.e. weeks for some witless ones). It's beyond me and has my mind often floundering for the answer.
What is it about people that they have to be in a Relationship? Is it because they just want so desperately for someone to share that close connection with? If that's the simple answer than there is a problem. One simply cannot find those connections with friends? If not, then another question springs to mind along with that. Why do people need that intimacy that they just "have to have?" This worries me because this is quite obviously a sinful world.. i Realize my thoughts have been rambling quite a while already, but i'm still concerned...fearful.
People have got to realize there is Something More. He created them. He died for them. What does it take for them to understand they do not have to look anymore? That they can find what will completely fill that hole? i Have to backtrack now and bring myself into this. i Struggle just as much as anybody. i Catch myself wanting that void filled a LOT too often. i Constantly need waking up and reminding that He's right here next to me wanting me to call out to Him. i Can't get away from this just like everybody else can't, and i am at fault for thinking this way just like many others.
So, where can we put our Hope? i Know the answer and i hope you can grasp it better than me. It's God. It's Always God. He's always the Answer we really need, and yet we continue to seek what's here on this condemned earth. Everything dies here or will die. The Bible says so (Matt. 6). i Pray that we can See and Know this Answer, daily.
If we could learn to be "alone" in a happy, non-melancholy way, i know for a fact great changes could be made for people. A certain musician i really look up to named Adam Young writes in a song, "My Captain on His snowy horse, He's coming back to take me Home, He'll find me fighting back a terrible force, 'cause i'm not afraid to die alone!"That's the epitome of the way i want to live. That kind of passion. That kind of fearlessness. All of which can only be gained by God's measureless Grace which He pours out to us every stinking day.
Switching gears just a bit, in pondering the word "hurry," i wonder how many of you not necessarily think of getting in and out of Relationships but just day-to-day. i Catch myself all the time rushing onto the next activity or duty and this even includes food (which i love dearly). As i get older i notice how quickly time is flying. i Can't grasp it. Well, of course, who can "grasp" time but God, but i was remarking on the fact that i don't understand why it has to fly. i Know it's my Duty to use my time well, but i find myself rushing around like wild. So much so that sometimes it slips into my answer of the kind question, "How are you?"
This will do no good. So, it gets me thinking about New Year's Resolutions and what mine should be..which further gets me depressed because we all know what happens with New Year's Resolutions. They die like myspace.com..most of the time.
Instead, i will say "Cheers!" and start this new semester at school and 2013 with hopefully, hopeful eyes that do not scream, "Run, dash, faster! Sleep is for the weak! You imbecile!!" but say nicely, "i'm Looking Up, for There lies my Hope, Life, and Everything."
Well, apparently it took me an entire year to finish up that last post about pushing plugs on the green and that nearly killed me. i Actually enjoy smashing my head against a keyboard in hopes something magnificent can appear on "Blogger," but as this page shows, that hasn't happened once...well, maybe once. Or twice. Here's the problem, i no longer have time for banging away madly with keys which have letters and numbers. What has changed? Not a ton, but a bunch has.
"Blogger" is what Google decided to call it? Oh fine, "blogspot" just made too much sense (a spot to write a blog on this network of networks). Minor change, but a significant one because i can't figure out this new setup. Good news is that i'm taking an "online publication" course with this site. Perhaps i can learn somet'ang. Please check out my li'l review sites of sorts that takes a look at random but extremely talented musicians: haveyouheardofthem.com!!
i'm now a sophomore and Communications major at my school and headed towards an English minor. i Am still no better than a six year old at math and am concerned i might have to take the GRE if i want to go to grad-school. Problems brewing. i Have several jobs on campus but alas, am not as debonair as i wish and confidence is hard to find as i search daily.
Now that the catching up is all through, on to my rantings.
Why can't people learn to be alone? Well, if that's not a grand ol' Loaded question of sorts, i'm not sure what is. But think for a second. i'm not talking about living 'lonely,' i.e. feeling lonesome and not having a friend in the world. Not at all. This little trifling of a comment is going to be quite foolish yet entertaining i hope as i look for an answer (and fail outstandingly) to why people struggle with Relationships (including..yours truly). Capital "R" for i am speaking about those *cough*notatallunique, individuals who feel they must have a significant other and cannot be without a "bf" or "gf" for more than a few months (regretfully, you know as well as i do that this number of months can be significantly smaller. i.e. weeks for some witless ones). It's beyond me and has my mind often floundering for the answer.
What is it about people that they have to be in a Relationship? Is it because they just want so desperately for someone to share that close connection with? If that's the simple answer than there is a problem. One simply cannot find those connections with friends? If not, then another question springs to mind along with that. Why do people need that intimacy that they just "have to have?" This worries me because this is quite obviously a sinful world.. i Realize my thoughts have been rambling quite a while already, but i'm still concerned...fearful.
People have got to realize there is Something More. He created them. He died for them. What does it take for them to understand they do not have to look anymore? That they can find what will completely fill that hole? i Have to backtrack now and bring myself into this. i Struggle just as much as anybody. i Catch myself wanting that void filled a LOT too often. i Constantly need waking up and reminding that He's right here next to me wanting me to call out to Him. i Can't get away from this just like everybody else can't, and i am at fault for thinking this way just like many others.
So, where can we put our Hope? i Know the answer and i hope you can grasp it better than me. It's God. It's Always God. He's always the Answer we really need, and yet we continue to seek what's here on this condemned earth. Everything dies here or will die. The Bible says so (Matt. 6). i Pray that we can See and Know this Answer, daily.
If we could learn to be "alone" in a happy, non-melancholy way, i know for a fact great changes could be made for people. A certain musician i really look up to named Adam Young writes in a song, "My Captain on His snowy horse, He's coming back to take me Home, He'll find me fighting back a terrible force, 'cause i'm not afraid to die alone!"That's the epitome of the way i want to live. That kind of passion. That kind of fearlessness. All of which can only be gained by God's measureless Grace which He pours out to us every stinking day.
Switching gears just a bit, in pondering the word "hurry," i wonder how many of you not necessarily think of getting in and out of Relationships but just day-to-day. i Catch myself all the time rushing onto the next activity or duty and this even includes food (which i love dearly). As i get older i notice how quickly time is flying. i Can't grasp it. Well, of course, who can "grasp" time but God, but i was remarking on the fact that i don't understand why it has to fly. i Know it's my Duty to use my time well, but i find myself rushing around like wild. So much so that sometimes it slips into my answer of the kind question, "How are you?"
This will do no good. So, it gets me thinking about New Year's Resolutions and what mine should be..which further gets me depressed because we all know what happens with New Year's Resolutions. They die like myspace.com..most of the time.
Instead, i will say "Cheers!" and start this new semester at school and 2013 with hopefully, hopeful eyes that do not scream, "Run, dash, faster! Sleep is for the weak! You imbecile!!" but say nicely, "i'm Looking Up, for There lies my Hope, Life, and Everything."
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