mmm...interesting
from The Epic's website::
"Rap music’s #1 consumer has been the young white suburban male purchasing 60% to 65% of the art form consecutively for the past 8 years."
The Epic: The Gospel Experience is "not a study Bible,
but rather an 'experiential paraphrase'
that draws you back to the Bible." It "portrays the gospel of John presented in a contemporary hip-hop format that appeals to students." *
brought to you by GodStyle Productions, it's ....... mmm...interesting. check it out.
quote from Dr. Ayers in Sociology 101::
"When I go into a gun store to buy a gun, they have to ask me of my intentions and check my background. When a woman goes to have an abortion, no one is allowed to ask her any questions. The right to bear arms, which IS specified in the Constitution, is now considered a priveledge. The priveledge to have an abortion, which is only UNDERSTOOD to be given under the Constitution, is now considered a right."
that's ....mmm...interesting
quote from Dr. Bibza in Old Testament::
"I brought you into the world, I can't take you out
I am your mother, you will have no other mothers before me!"
that's....just wrong.
"i've got to..."
"i've got to...bow bow...get away...i've got to...bow bow...get away from your loooove, love, love..." mmm...i love it when they sing "Tainted Love" in the movie
Coneheads...mmm...what a good movie.
copy/pasted from REI com::
ome people need to get out more. Way out, that is — beyond the limits of a day hike, out to lovely, lonely places where a person has the time and space to absorb the deeper satisfactions of what John Muir described as "vast, calm, measureless mountain days."
to read the rest...check out REI com's
backpack choosing guide
so anyways...i definitely agree.
"i've got to...bow bow...get away....." i need some serious "backpacking away from civilization" time.
i post lots
or something
i hate Lincoln::
like the biulding... Lincoln has got to be the dumbest building on GCC campus. how come our internet either doesn't work or only works at half-speed? and what's up with half of the building being attached, but not connected? i dunno. anyways, it's probably not that bad other than that.
i love Lincoln::
like Abraham... you know...16th president of the US...Emancipation Proclamation. definitely got nothing against the guy. i just don't like the building much.
anyways::
so our network is sucking butt right now, so i'm getting on the internet from HAL. i hope everyone read
Jordan's blog about our hiking trip last Friday. if you didn't yet, you should. he posted it on Sunday, September 14, 2003. i'd recommend reading it. it's real long, but ah well, that's why i didn't post about it. anyways, it was pretty great. we didn't get very far, but it was just fun to be going somewhere, even if we didn't really get anywhere. we're definitely planning on sleeping outside some more. hopefully Jordan and i will get to stay up again tending the fire and contemplating how the fire is like the Orthodox Church...
goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight::
so Jenna Powell is the new
ADEL sweetheart. we sang to her Tuesday after our frat meeting. it seemed to be a really awkward situation to me. we told her roomate to bring her down to South Patio, and then we waited for her down there. everybody, for some reason, really wanted to stand at a distance and in a tight group. i thought that was stupid, so i made everybody move closer. after we sang, nobody really knew what to do. i kept trying to get everybody to do a group hug, but i guess everybody was still in the "stand at a distance in a tight grouping" mode. so i gave her a hug and she went around and hugged everybody else and tried to learn the names of the guys she didn't know. i think the whole situation was weird. but anyways, she was pleasantly suprised, i think.
i'm a fool for spools::
last night after jogging with Jordan, Allan, Neil, and Littell (which in it's self was quite an experience, but one i won't talk about), Jordan and i took one of those big spools that they wrap wire around from the Student Activities Center construction site. i was going to use it as a table, but it won't fit into my room. Jordan and i were just about to take the hinges off my door when Joel returned. He was adamant about promptly going to sleep, and wasn't very keen on the idea of us making noise taking off the door and putting the spool in our room. he suggested i get a smaller one, because it would be more like a coffee table and a footstool. so i took the spool downstairs and put it in the bushes outside.
and...um..that's where it sits now. i guess i'll wait until tonight to put it back and take a smaller one, because there's too many people about during the day.
going home...or not::
welp, i thought i was going home this weekend, but alas,
Isabel 
says no. mom called today and said that the Bay Bridge is closed...which is my way home. ah well. maybe i can go home and help pack next weekend. i do need to go home at some point before our family moves to Birmingham so i can get the rest of my stuff that i was planning on bringing to school.
oh kay::
i heart Martin Luther. he's the man. now i'm going to study. bye.
copy/pasted directly from dictionary.com::
mel·an·chol·y (m
l
n-k
l
)
n.
- Sadness or depression of the spirits; gloom: “There is melancholy
in the wind and sorrow in the grass” (Charles Kuralt).
- Pensive reflection or contemplation.
- Archaic.
- Black bile.
- An emotional state characterized by sullenness and
outbreaks of violent anger, believed to arise from black bile.
adj.
- Affected with or marked by depression of the spirits; sad. See
Synonyms at
sad.
- Tending to promote sadness or gloom: a letter with some
melancholy news.
- Pensive; thoughtful.
okay. sorry for that last post. i dunno. i was just in a weird mood.
i didn't even use those lyrics correctly. that Caedmon's song is about something totally different. but those were the only ones in my head at the time. maybe some more appropriate lyrics would be from Don't Be There by
Switchfoot::
"Don't be there
'Cause I'm on my way
And I'm already gone over
And I'm on my way
And I can't recall myself
How I went down
Did I get shot
Or shoot myself
I'm down here
And you're way up there
But that doesn't hurt badly
Bit it stings right here
And I won't pretend there's
Nothing there
You be around and I'll be square"
actually, things ARE different, but they are still good this year. i love living on the frat hall. even though it's different, it's cool. i love my classes--i love the fact that i actually like to study this year. i love midnight runs down to Krispee Kreme in Cranberry. i like my
Texas (aka my suite). i really like
San Antonio (aka my room), and i absolutely love
The Alamo (aka my desk/fort area). and i definitely love that kid sitting on the other side of my desk (aka my roomate). he's awesome.
everything is different
but i suppose that's the blight of growing up. everything is different. it's always going to be that way.
i miss last year. by that i don't mean i miss
all of last year. some things are better.
i don't miss engineering.
i don't miss the walk to HAL being twice as long.
i don't miss waking up before 8am and already being late.
i don't miss Rockwell. or Hoyt.
i definitely don't miss Mr. Henry or Dr. Wagner.
i miss All-Terrain-Bocce.
i miss feeding people out of my never-ending food-supply in my bottom drawer.
i miss my freshmen hall.
i miss Walking Joe.
i miss being on a frisbee team that couldn't beat the upperclassmen teams, but wouldn't stop trying.
i miss people being in my room non-stop.
i miss hanging out and studying (aka updating blogs, taking a break for jones' soda, then going up to Mike and Jimmy's for playstation).
i miss hanging out late at night in the RAs room with the lights off, just listening to thunderstorms and talking about the
real things in life.
i miss 3am walks around Memorial. every floor. several times. talking about stuff that matters. like girls.
and now it's just too quiet. it's all weird. the unity here is a different kind of unity. it's like a unity of separation...or a solidarity of severance. there's fellowship, but it's a different brand--one much less intoxicating. there's not permanently 10 people living in JustinBarry's room. in fact, there's hardly ever anybody in there. it's different in a way that i can't sit on slumpy next to Jaybee and talk. the Neuch lives in Hicks, so he doesn't come in all the time and play my guitar anymore. and i don't go into their room and take Buddy's guitar. we don't have anything nearly as awesome as blindfolded obstacle races in the hall. or the 45-second rush of King of the Hall. i can't just walk around and go right into people's rooms anymore, because most of the doors are shut, or nobody's there. maybe it's just living the suites coupled with living on third floor lincoln, away from where all my friends outside of the frat live, but nobody comes and sits on my couch anymore. nobody studies in here. nobody just sits here and talks to me.
"Cause this room is so peaceful
and this room is so quiet
and i hate the silence
and i can't walk..."
-Center Isle, Caedmon's Call
but at the same time, it's not all that bad. maybe i'm over-expressing my lonesomeness. i think it's just late. and i haven't even been listening to Dashboard Confessional to get me into this little melancholy mood this time.
something
what's up with me?
why haven't i posted in a while? yeah, i know it's been a while. people have been asking where i've been. welp, i've been right here the whole time. and almost everyday something humorous enough to blog about has come up, but i just haven't been in a blogging mood. maybe if i start this post in class (like i am now) and save it to finish for later...maybe i'll finally get a post out.
happenins::
The Biggest--> okay, so now i can talk about it. I am now officially moving to Birmingham, Alabama. Mike, my step-dad, has felt called by God to pastor
McElwain Baptist Church in Birmingham. it's a huge move, but both the church and our family feel like this is where God wants us. after spending a weekend down there, i can't wait to live there, but i'm definitely not looking forward to leaving home in Maryland. well, i've already made a move like this before--when our family moved from Texas to Maryland. i am very sad about moving away from my friends in Easton, but i've promised people that i will be back. Jared said to "put him on the list" of places to stay if i come down for a week or whatnot. and i do plan on coming down for at least a week at the beginning of next summer. i don't know what else to say about this....so email me if you have any questions, especially people from Easton.
more frivilous things::
Krispy Kreme--> Night before last, i'm sitting in Allan and Neil's room talking. mostly because of the fact that Allan has had an empty Krispy Kreme box in his room for about a week, i say that i wish i had Krispy Kremes right now. Allan stares at me for a few seconds and then after a quick check of the operating hours from the KK website, we end up deciding to drive down to Cranberry, which is about 45 miles South of Grove City and the closest double-K location. we decide that it would be less gay for us to fill the two extra seats in my car with a couple of girls, so we call up Beth Leatherman and Neil and i run through the library to find Jenna Powell. okay, so we set out to leave at about 11:30pm, but by the time that we find my car (which wasn't in the parking lot where i thought i parked it...hehe) it is about midnight. we drive down in record time and hit up the drive through for two dozen assorted and one-half dozen devil's food cake donuts. we then head across the street to Sheetz to grab some milk and have a dance party in the parking lot...and by dance party, i mean, we stand there and listen to rap-hop i the parking lot. but hey, since we bought something, it's not loitering. HA! okay, so another even more record breaking drive home, with Beth watching the tachometer and going "Red Line!!" every time i shift and Jenna asking how fast we're going, and we're home at ther Grove again before 1:30am. what fun. and excitement. and donuts.
something new, something better--> and by better, i mean Christian Thought/Christian Ministry, which is totally sweet. i can't believe they give you credit for this stuff. Luther and Calvin is a totally sweet action class, Old Testament is great, Church Ed: Youth and Adults is a good class (only irritating because it's Dr. Stringer, who definitely tries to make too many jokes), History of Russia is awesome (mostly because it's Dr. Tilford), Intro to Sociology is way more interesting than i thought it would be (and Dr. Ayers is a great prof also). Luther and Calvin has definitely been the most awesomest, it's really cool to read about Martin Luther (we haven't started into John Calvin yet). A lot his formative doctrinal writings (like the 95 and 97 theses) have a lot of real life application.
something old, something over--> and by old i mean something that will never stop kicking rumpus. that would be Five Iron Frenzy. yesterday i bought my tickets for when the "Winners Never Quit" tour, which runs through Grove City College on Thursday, October 9th. I also bought tickets for Daniel Campbell and Rachel Glass, a couple friends from home. and Jake Stiffler may come up too. This is their final tour, so it will be sweet to see them. Plus *BONUS* Reece Roper, lead singer, is speaking at the Thursday morning chapel service.
pre-season woes--> the Blackhawks have begun practice for the fall frisbee season. yesterday we played a scrimmages against AS and the Crons. we lost both. i played worse than i ever have before. nobody was really with it for some reason. these are both teams we should have beaten. well, we better get our act together before season starts. i have a feeling that when we get our jerseys, it'll be a moral booster. or su'um. i was just having a bad day. hopefully i don't keep sucking.
to the headwaters! today, Jordan and i (and maybe Joel Boerckel) are hiking up Wolf Creek to "find the headwaters." i think Jordan is silly, but heck, i'll come along. i'm always up for a hike. even though i don't really classify this flat land as a hike. well, i'll blog later about how all that goes.
okay, that's enough for now.
yeah, you wish i updated my blog. geez...even kyle has updated more recently than i. that seems like an insult. to me. or him. or something. i'm tired, and i hate the dryers in Ketler Rec laundry room. they're dumb, and they steal my money and time by faking their drying duties. oh sure, they may look like they are drying, but, oh no, they're most definitely not. this is why most of my clothes are in for their second run at being dry. oh...they want it so much...just to be dry and to sit, folded, in my drawers. but NO! their dreams are smashed upon the cold rocks of a proverbial Northern Ireland by the malevolent, scheming drying machines.
