Matthew Thiesen from Relient K has a new band. It's called "Matthew Thiesen and the Earthquakes" which is a clever name, if you ask me. They have a couple of songs on Pure Volume, and they are pretty sweet.
I think I'll always love the members of Relient K, and even more so if they come up here to do a concert.
4.10.2006
These Thoughts Keep Rolling Around
I think I'm a hypochondriac. Seriously. Like, if I hear of a disease where a person's leg turns green and falls off, I will totally think my leg has a slightly green tinge, like I am heading towards one-legged disaster slowly but surely. It's sad, really.
Is calling yourself a hypochondriac included in being a hypochondriac?
We're going to the Trout's for dinner again tonight. It's like my third time to their house for a meal in like a month and a half. It'll be fun. I love their family. Mrs. Trout started crying on Sunday, I think she was thinking about me leaving. I seem to have a crying effect on people. And Carli and I decided to play cards and "bet" again. Ryne is...I don't know. He's nice, but I don't really know him. And I mean, I teach Carli in Sunday School pretty often, and the only time I really see Ryne and am acknowledged by him is in Sunday School. And really, it's lame how you know someone, but when you are they are with other people, it's totally like, "And, who are you again?"
I had a doctor appointment this morning. Not to worry, no critical diseases, though I did have a fever and we don't know why. Maybe it's some incurrable disease. Haha. Just kidding. I had to get a shot today, though. And I don't really mind shots, but it's super weird when you can feel the liquid from the shot going into you.
Another thing. By being a non-conformist, aren't you conforming? Because if no one conforms, then everyone doesn't conform. And by not conforming, aren't you conforming to everyone else? Just a thought.
Sometimes, okay, most of the time, I get so caught up in this world. And I forget that in a thousand years, when I'm praising Jesus in His presence, with Him like looking right at me, and I'm just lost in His beauty and His love, it won't matter that in my anthropology class, I currently have a C-. It won't matter that I'm failing US Government. It totally won't. And I forget to think about things like that because I have a really bad memory, but it's true. And that's a sweet thought.
I'm so excited to be with Jesus. The whole idea of people coming back after death as like rocks and fish, the whole reincarnation thing, it's kind of depressing. I mean, why would you WANT to come back as a tree when you can just spend forever with the Lord who created everything? And my Pastor's wife, Linda, she brought up a cool praise in church on Sunday. And that's that, if I were the only person to ever be created, God would have spent the exact same amount of time and love on creating the sunrises, and the stars, and turtles, and platypuses. And He still would have sent His Son just for me. And who can hear that and not think that God is the greatest God ever? I mean, did Buddha do that? What about Muhammad? And Moses? No.
This one girl at school, Allison, she's kind of my friend. Anyway, today she found out that her friend in California committed suicide. And I can't help but think how things would have turned out differently if she had just ignored Satan's lies that she isn't good enough, that things will never get better, that the only way out is to end things. Imagine if someone had come into her life and spoken to her the truth: The truth that Life comes from God, that He loves her more than she can begin to comprehend, that His love is unending, pure, and holy.
Then I think, what if it's up to me to tell people about God, people who have so much dispair in their lives that suicide is an option for them? Where do I start? It's so easy to type what I could say, but to actually say it is another story. What if they laugh at me? What if they don't get it? What if they, what if they, what if they,... There are so many what-ifs.
2 Timothy 1:7-10 "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me His prisoner, but share with me in the sufferings for the gospel according to the power of God, who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began, but has now been revealed by the appearing of our Savior Jesus Christ, who has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel..."
I know, I know. So why do I act like I don't know?
I guess I forget how truly incredible God is. I think that when you've been saved since you were young, or even after the initial joy rubs off, you forget how awesome it is that GOD, the GOD of the universe!!!!!, saved you. I know I'm called to live in joy, but I don't know how to. So if you are reading this and can help, please leave me a note, or something.
So that's all. I've officially, for the time being, emptied my mind, except for a few rants I have, but no one wants to hear about those. I'll talk to God about them. So yeah.
Okay.
Bye.
Is calling yourself a hypochondriac included in being a hypochondriac?
We're going to the Trout's for dinner again tonight. It's like my third time to their house for a meal in like a month and a half. It'll be fun. I love their family. Mrs. Trout started crying on Sunday, I think she was thinking about me leaving. I seem to have a crying effect on people. And Carli and I decided to play cards and "bet" again. Ryne is...I don't know. He's nice, but I don't really know him. And I mean, I teach Carli in Sunday School pretty often, and the only time I really see Ryne and am acknowledged by him is in Sunday School. And really, it's lame how you know someone, but when you are they are with other people, it's totally like, "And, who are you again?"
I had a doctor appointment this morning. Not to worry, no critical diseases, though I did have a fever and we don't know why. Maybe it's some incurrable disease. Haha. Just kidding. I had to get a shot today, though. And I don't really mind shots, but it's super weird when you can feel the liquid from the shot going into you.
Another thing. By being a non-conformist, aren't you conforming? Because if no one conforms, then everyone doesn't conform. And by not conforming, aren't you conforming to everyone else? Just a thought.
Sometimes, okay, most of the time, I get so caught up in this world. And I forget that in a thousand years, when I'm praising Jesus in His presence, with Him like looking right at me, and I'm just lost in His beauty and His love, it won't matter that in my anthropology class, I currently have a C-. It won't matter that I'm failing US Government. It totally won't. And I forget to think about things like that because I have a really bad memory, but it's true. And that's a sweet thought.
I'm so excited to be with Jesus. The whole idea of people coming back after death as like rocks and fish, the whole reincarnation thing, it's kind of depressing. I mean, why would you WANT to come back as a tree when you can just spend forever with the Lord who created everything? And my Pastor's wife, Linda, she brought up a cool praise in church on Sunday. And that's that, if I were the only person to ever be created, God would have spent the exact same amount of time and love on creating the sunrises, and the stars, and turtles, and platypuses. And He still would have sent His Son just for me. And who can hear that and not think that God is the greatest God ever? I mean, did Buddha do that? What about Muhammad? And Moses? No.
This one girl at school, Allison, she's kind of my friend. Anyway, today she found out that her friend in California committed suicide. And I can't help but think how things would have turned out differently if she had just ignored Satan's lies that she isn't good enough, that things will never get better, that the only way out is to end things. Imagine if someone had come into her life and spoken to her the truth: The truth that Life comes from God, that He loves her more than she can begin to comprehend, that His love is unending, pure, and holy.
Then I think, what if it's up to me to tell people about God, people who have so much dispair in their lives that suicide is an option for them? Where do I start? It's so easy to type what I could say, but to actually say it is another story. What if they laugh at me? What if they don't get it? What if they, what if they, what if they,... There are so many what-ifs.
2 Timothy 1:7-10 "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me His prisoner, but share with me in the sufferings for the gospel according to the power of God, who has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began, but has now been revealed by the appearing of our Savior Jesus Christ, who has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light through the gospel..."
I know, I know. So why do I act like I don't know?
I guess I forget how truly incredible God is. I think that when you've been saved since you were young, or even after the initial joy rubs off, you forget how awesome it is that GOD, the GOD of the universe!!!!!, saved you. I know I'm called to live in joy, but I don't know how to. So if you are reading this and can help, please leave me a note, or something.
So that's all. I've officially, for the time being, emptied my mind, except for a few rants I have, but no one wants to hear about those. I'll talk to God about them. So yeah.
Okay.
Bye.
4.07.2006
Are You a Trekkie?
My poor car. And my poor brother trying to plan his wedding. And my poor dad hating work. And my poor Mom working endless hours. And poor Ms. Mindy who has started crying every time she sees me.
I've been so....meh lately. I totally don't know how to describe it.
I hate it when I let the bad things (though there may be just one bad thing all day) overpower the good things. Like, I had an awesome time at breakfast with my friends, and I found out I got the 2nd highest grade on my French test, but none of that mattered, really, since my car broke down.
So yeah, my car is pretty much dead. Like, there is gas where gasis not supposed to be. And it would pretty much be dumb to fix it, since it isn't worth that much anyway. But I'm bummed. I mean, what about all of my bumper stickers? And what about a CAR for the next 4 months? I mean, there is always the truck..which I love...but it's not my car. Jimmy. *SOB*
But...life is fun. And that's all. Oh, and people are fun, too.
I have a prom picture on our desktop, and I must say, we were a very cute group of people! :) haha :)
I've been so....meh lately. I totally don't know how to describe it.
I hate it when I let the bad things (though there may be just one bad thing all day) overpower the good things. Like, I had an awesome time at breakfast with my friends, and I found out I got the 2nd highest grade on my French test, but none of that mattered, really, since my car broke down.
So yeah, my car is pretty much dead. Like, there is gas where gasis not supposed to be. And it would pretty much be dumb to fix it, since it isn't worth that much anyway. But I'm bummed. I mean, what about all of my bumper stickers? And what about a CAR for the next 4 months? I mean, there is always the truck..which I love...but it's not my car. Jimmy. *SOB*
But...life is fun. And that's all. Oh, and people are fun, too.
I have a prom picture on our desktop, and I must say, we were a very cute group of people! :) haha :)
4.05.2006
100th Posting News
Wow, so this is my 100th post. I feel so special. I should totally make it worth while, but I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. So I'll say this:
100th POST! WOOHOO!
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100th POST! WOOHOO!
4.03.2006
Who AM I?
Who AM I? I wonder that.
I'm so mean sometimes. I'm a jerk.
jerk: n. A foolish, rude, or contemptible person
That's totally me. Seriously.
Like today in school. I was just being a brat. A jerk. An idiot.
And for that I am sorry.
It's just, like, this thing we were talking about, I don't know.
Maybe I'm just still upset about last night. I found ot my grandparents aren't coming to my graduation. And neither is my grandpa. Or any other relatives, except maybe my aunt and uncle who live here in AK, except my parents. And I was totally bummed. I could see it coming. But I totally started crying. And I cried for a while. I mean, they told me they were coming. And now they aren't. But I realized that my family isn't just blood. My church is my family - Ms. Mindy and Ms. Janelle and Ms. Mindy and the Trouts and all the Bowkers and everyone.
Okay, I know this is my third post today, but I thought it'd be weird to put all three of these together since they are all so different from eachother subject-wise. And I could write another few, too.
I hate.......I hate stupidity. And jerkdom.
I'm so mean sometimes. I'm a jerk.
jerk: n. A foolish, rude, or contemptible person
That's totally me. Seriously.
Like today in school. I was just being a brat. A jerk. An idiot.
And for that I am sorry.
It's just, like, this thing we were talking about, I don't know.
Maybe I'm just still upset about last night. I found ot my grandparents aren't coming to my graduation. And neither is my grandpa. Or any other relatives, except maybe my aunt and uncle who live here in AK, except my parents. And I was totally bummed. I could see it coming. But I totally started crying. And I cried for a while. I mean, they told me they were coming. And now they aren't. But I realized that my family isn't just blood. My church is my family - Ms. Mindy and Ms. Janelle and Ms. Mindy and the Trouts and all the Bowkers and everyone.
Okay, I know this is my third post today, but I thought it'd be weird to put all three of these together since they are all so different from eachother subject-wise. And I could write another few, too.
I hate.......I hate stupidity. And jerkdom.
My Thoughts
I was thinking, and what if we took all of our technology that we're putting into cell phones and iPods and computers and cars and TVs, what if we took all of that and put it towards finding a cure for AIDS or cancer? Or homelessness? Or world hunger? Imagine the strides we would make.
Or, what if we took all of the money people spend on prom, renting tux's, buying dresses, and shoes and accessories, doing your hair and nails, renting limos, dinner, tickets, setting it up, even..what if we took all of that money and donated it to charities? Like STAR. And LOVE, inc. Or the Boys and Girls Club. Imagine that.
We would change the world if we weren't so us-centered.
Or, what if we took all of the money people spend on prom, renting tux's, buying dresses, and shoes and accessories, doing your hair and nails, renting limos, dinner, tickets, setting it up, even..what if we took all of that money and donated it to charities? Like STAR. And LOVE, inc. Or the Boys and Girls Club. Imagine that.
We would change the world if we weren't so us-centered.
The OFFICIAL Prom Post
Prom: n. A formal dance held for a high-school or college class typically at or near the end of the academic year.
AKA : a super fun reason to get dressed up all spiffy-like with your closest friends, eat a delicious meal at IHOP with a sweet waiter named John Madden, play combative mini-golf, wave at people in cars, but not pedestrians because they are all homeless and will chase your car asking for money. It's a reason to plan sign arrangements in case the driver (Kristina, whose real name is Kristina with a K, not Nichole with an N) kills us all, and to decide to have real flowers and balloons on our birthdays, but those fabric and plastic fake flowers the rest of the year. And then, when you actually get there, you scope out the other dresses, making small talk with people you barely know while the rest of your group either A) gets pictures taken, B) dances the night away, C) Eats food, D) Talks to other people, E) Randomly gets up and walks away, F) takes random pictures with the cameras on the table, or G) All of the above, and then some. OH, or H) Plays I-Spy.
All in all, a very fun night. I love my friends. And other people, i.e. Cody and Chris, who are becoming my friends.
And another thing: I really really really really really really really like guys in tux's. Not any guy in particular :) but guys in tux's generally.
AKA : a super fun reason to get dressed up all spiffy-like with your closest friends, eat a delicious meal at IHOP with a sweet waiter named John Madden, play combative mini-golf, wave at people in cars, but not pedestrians because they are all homeless and will chase your car asking for money. It's a reason to plan sign arrangements in case the driver (Kristina, whose real name is Kristina with a K, not Nichole with an N) kills us all, and to decide to have real flowers and balloons on our birthdays, but those fabric and plastic fake flowers the rest of the year. And then, when you actually get there, you scope out the other dresses, making small talk with people you barely know while the rest of your group either A) gets pictures taken, B) dances the night away, C) Eats food, D) Talks to other people, E) Randomly gets up and walks away, F) takes random pictures with the cameras on the table, or G) All of the above, and then some. OH, or H) Plays I-Spy.
All in all, a very fun night. I love my friends. And other people, i.e. Cody and Chris, who are becoming my friends.
And another thing: I really really really really really really really like guys in tux's. Not any guy in particular :) but guys in tux's generally.
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