Infernal sickness, leave me! * cough *

Food doesn’t taste right with a cold. Pretzles aren’t as salty, carrots aren’t as orange, and soup isn’t as soupy. They say the brain slows down a bit, too.

This week is going to be busy. I’m going to do more painting tonight. Tomorrow is busy with the typical Navigators activity (Freshman Connection) along with a tantalizing supply of homework and a test to prepare for (something for every class, yay!).

Yesterday I watched 7 episodes of anime (Outlaw Star), 7 episodes of Invader Zim, and all 19 episodes of the first season of the Red vs. Blue: Blood Gulch Chronicles (5 min/each for RvB). This is what comes of using sickness as a reason to not do anything. I think it’s a great reason.

It’s just a reason I’d rather not have to use.

Categories: Life

I like ibuprofen. On those days with headaches, tiredness, and soreness, it helps. Scratchy throat means quieter singing for me at Nav Nite. It’s hard to carry a note if your voice cannot carry itself.

Tonight is Nav Nite. Tomorrow is 4L’s graduation party. Sunday I may be having dinner with a family from church. Apparently, I need to work a lot on window painting this next week (yes, yes, that window painting still). Ugh. I’m so tired.

Categories: Life

Poem: What I Was Seeking
Author: Jake Mousel
Date: 9/3/2003
Note: This is a poem, a sestina, written by my friend Jake and I’ve decided to post it here. I hope y’all enjoy it.

I asked myself “What is there?”
as I sought some significance in this life
lived under the sun,
any accomplishment before I die
leaving all this busyness
of which there is no lack

My tendency to slack
was always there.
I drifted in my laziness
never interacting with this given life.
With no reason not to die
I found myself looking at the Son.

And it was in the Son
of God that I found myself lacking,
deserving only to die.
Yet it was also there
that I found the promises of His life
and of His kindness

It’s not my own righteousness
but that of the Son
in whom I have my life,
in whom I have no lack.
I’m waiting to find myself there
on the day I die

Oh what gain to die!
I’m waiting to leave the craziness
that’s out there
under the sun.
Fade to black
and leave this spurious life

for a better life:
no more to die
no more to lack
no more to see brightness
coming from the sun;
I won’t need it there.

These lines are the keys to unlock the gates that you might enter in there
and escape from the darkness of the world, that you might find life
eternal in the One who died: God’s own Son.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: Jake, sestina

This is an email between two real people. Names are fake.

From: Tyson, 14
To: Tia, 14
Length of Relationship: A couple of years

“I don’t think we should go out anymore. Thing is, the new girl and I have been together for three months. I know you won’t mind, because you’ve always been so understanding of me. I really think that you were like practice for me. You aren’t really my type.”

My thoughts: If she’s really that understanding, you wouldn’t be afraid to dump her in PERSON! Coward. (Really, that’s all I need to say.) I am amused.

(Source - “breakup@loser.com”. YM, July 2003 issue, p. 65. Thanks to Cora for showing this to me.)

Categories: Good Times
Tags: dating

Today was fun. Wow, first time I’ve been able to say that in a while with complete sincerity.

I painted windows for a couple hours, went to Nkem’s birthday party, watched Remedy play by the fountain, and then went over to Kim’s house with a whole bunch of people and watched a movie I wouldn’t really recommend (other than the whole head-bobbing thing, it wasn’t that appropriate. Add to that the fact I don’t have a lot of 80’s pop-culture memories…).

Categories: Life