"I'm gonna stay 18 forever, so we can stay like this forever, and we'll never miss a party 'cuz we keep them going constantly. And we'll never have to listen to anyone about anything because it's all been done and it's all been said. We're the coolest kids and we take what we can get...you're just jealous 'cuz we're young and in love..."
Drowning myself in high shool musical memories. A flood of Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, and The Get Up Kids is coming over me right now. Pulling me under waves of emotions, sadness, and living in the moment. It's funny how music only adds more to the moods that we fall in. I'm reminded of the fool I was in high school falling for the sly comments and the smooth talker personality that he had. Reminded by the lyrics that I used to drown all of my problems in. The lyrics that took all the pain away for a while, but only heightened the mood that I was in. Only making me more depressed or more angry than I already was. These songs only making me wish that I had never believed him.
Now, here I am, in that place again. Full of anger and sadness. Thank you for coming back into my life this past weekend. Thank you for letting me down, as you always do. Thank you for not allowing me to tell you what is on my mind. For getting my hopes up that I would be able to. It's been a couple of years now. When you are out of sight, you are out of mind to an extent. Then, you had to walk right back in. Just like you always do. I never forgot you, I never will. I will never forget all the freaking pain and agony that you have put me through. I will never forget how you have given me so much hope only to destroy me. I will never forget how much of a game this was to you. Look at you now, you have moved on and I have tried. I have tried, but you sir, you are the reason that I cannot. You are the reason that I have lack of trust. You are the reason that my weekend was ruined. Thank you for that. Thank you for being the only freaking boy who has ever made me cry in sadness. See, see how much of this has been built up inside of me since the last time we talked. A year and a half ago. I just have so much to say. I just want to be real with you. I just want to tell you how much you have screwed me over. How much you have put me through and how much it freakin sucks. And then say thank you for all of it. Listen, I don't care if you call, but freaking follow through. At least give me the light of day.
It's funny how some of the best times of our lives could also be some of the worst. How we spend so much freaking time on what we think is worth it...was it worth it when we look back on things? It's funny how much we pour into some people to get nothing in return. How one person could bring so many smiles, but so many more tears. It's funny how after so many years, things would be thought to be forgotten, but are constantly remembered. It's funny how one person can make me write such a freaking emo post right now. How one person can have so much control over me.
I have so many emotions overflowing me right now. I have so much anger and so much pain overflowing me. I seem to keep getting myself into these situations. MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE: UNRELIABLE PEOPLE...MY BIGGEST ATTRACTION: UNRELIABLE PEOPLE. I try. I try to constantly be there. I try to be unselfish. To be selfless and to push on. To live a life that is Christlike in the sense that when I am constantly screwed over, I am only there more. I only put myself out there more for the person. A constant love that does not stop. Constantly serving when I am getting nothing in return. However, sometimes I lose sense of what this looks like. What does this look like in my life. When is it too far? Where is the freaking line!? When do I just stop? What does it look like to not be there, but to still love? How can I do this without getting hurt? What does it look like for me to tell the other person? How do I get to the point where I do not let this ruin me?
This is ruling over me right now.
I can't freaking take it.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
The Inner Circle
I am not an easy person to get to know. I am a very open person, but not a person who is undersood. Most of us aren't. We will never be fully understood, nor will we ever fully understand ourselves. We are mysterious beings, let's face it. However, I have started to understand this thing, this inner circle. I have started to understand what it means to have people who surround me (a few) that know me as far as I can explain. I have learned what it takes to allow people to be there to listen to me, to tell me what they think, to take my burdens. And this has been something that has been a true blessing to me.
Nothing more really.
Nothing more really.
Jersey Shores and Mythbusters
I watched Jersey Shores last night. Never really watched it before, my first time. First off, why the heck do they all have nicknames? Really, why is that? And not only that, but why are their nicknames dumb?
Exibhit A:
Not only do their nicknames suck, but the fact that they do nothing and then get their own tv shows suck. Seriously, what do they do with their lives? Freaking nothing. Drink, smoke, sex, and dance. That is their paycheck. What the heck?! Why is it that people like this get their own tv shows!? They DO NOTHING with their lives. Shoot, I'll do all of that for money, give me a freaking tv show! Just sayin.
And now on to Mythbusters...
So, my broski loves this show, right? And I was just watching it with him. Here's what went on in the last episode...they taught how to blow up a glass sealed safe, how to get past thermal alarms, and how to fool a fingerprint scanner. Ok, so they basically taught people how to break into things. Now, here is my thinking....some dude watching this show just got brilliant ideas on how to break into that bank that they have been wanting to for the past few years. This dudes plan was just finished thanks to Mythbusters. Thank you Mythbusters for increasing our criminal rate. Congratulations.
Oh TV....how stupid you can be.
Exibhit A:
The "Situation." His name is the "Situation." How stupid is that? And here's why his name is the "Situation" : His boys and him were chillin out on the sand, right? And so they was chillin and hangin' out when this girl and her boy walk past. She looks at his abs, right? And she was like "mmmhhmmm." Then his boys were like, "Yo, dude, that is a situation right there." Then he was like, "Yeah, that is a situation." Hence, "Situation." HELLLLLO, HOW FREAKING DUMB IS THAT?! Situation is not a nickname you freaking idiot. It's a description of what is going on, a situation. I am just saying, that is stupid.
Exhibit B:
"Sweetheart," a bit better nickname, but here's the problem here...she's a freaking "biyatch." She is a jerk and a total player. So, why in the heck is her nickname, "Sweetheart?" The last time I checked, a sweetheart is someone who is...sweet, nice, caring, and so on....not a freaking jerk. So, tell me this, WHY IN THE HECK DOES SHE HAVE THIS NICKNAME? I have a few nicknames for her, but I'll stay appropriate for now.
Not only do their nicknames suck, but the fact that they do nothing and then get their own tv shows suck. Seriously, what do they do with their lives? Freaking nothing. Drink, smoke, sex, and dance. That is their paycheck. What the heck?! Why is it that people like this get their own tv shows!? They DO NOTHING with their lives. Shoot, I'll do all of that for money, give me a freaking tv show! Just sayin.
And now on to Mythbusters...
So, my broski loves this show, right? And I was just watching it with him. Here's what went on in the last episode...they taught how to blow up a glass sealed safe, how to get past thermal alarms, and how to fool a fingerprint scanner. Ok, so they basically taught people how to break into things. Now, here is my thinking....some dude watching this show just got brilliant ideas on how to break into that bank that they have been wanting to for the past few years. This dudes plan was just finished thanks to Mythbusters. Thank you Mythbusters for increasing our criminal rate. Congratulations.
Oh TV....how stupid you can be.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
God Bless Us Everyone
We just finished up the series, "From a Humbug to a Hallelujah" in church. Today, we talked about after we have made this decision to be joyful during the holiday season, how do you carry it on? How does it go past the holiday season and continue on into everyday life? What does it look like to make a New Years resolution internally? We have all these ideas of losing weight, going to church more, doing better in school, physical resolutions....what about internal? The things that really matter. Changing our character, how people view us. He showed the ending clip of A Christmas Carol, where it talks about how no one celebrates Christmas quite like Scrooge and Tiny Tim requotes his line, "God bless us, everyone."
Every one. The true meaning of Christ. Every one.
I think back to the scene in the movie where Ebeneezer give thanks for Mr. Scrooge for "providing this fine feast" and his wife is upset because Mr. Scrooge is nothing but a grumpy self centered old man. This is where the first Tiny Tim line comes in, God bless us, every one. I separate the "every one" to make a point. Every one meaning, no one is left out. It is not a blessing of only some people, the people who deserve it, but every single person. This is a hard concept for a human being to grasp. A concept of asking for all people to be blessed and not just the ones they like. Asking for God to help all those in need of it and not just those who deserve it. To live selflessly in the sense of being humble enough to ask this. I think about this in my own life, what does this mean? What does it mean for me to ask God to help those who I might not want to see helped? To ask him to protect those who have hurt me? Even to ask for salvation for those who need it? Yes, this is a fictional character in a play, but we can definitely learn from this fictional character.
"Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. "
Colossians 3:16-18
Every detail.
Every one. The true meaning of Christ. Every one.
I think back to the scene in the movie where Ebeneezer give thanks for Mr. Scrooge for "providing this fine feast" and his wife is upset because Mr. Scrooge is nothing but a grumpy self centered old man. This is where the first Tiny Tim line comes in, God bless us, every one. I separate the "every one" to make a point. Every one meaning, no one is left out. It is not a blessing of only some people, the people who deserve it, but every single person. This is a hard concept for a human being to grasp. A concept of asking for all people to be blessed and not just the ones they like. Asking for God to help all those in need of it and not just those who deserve it. To live selflessly in the sense of being humble enough to ask this. I think about this in my own life, what does this mean? What does it mean for me to ask God to help those who I might not want to see helped? To ask him to protect those who have hurt me? Even to ask for salvation for those who need it? Yes, this is a fictional character in a play, but we can definitely learn from this fictional character.
"Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. "
Colossians 3:16-18
Every detail.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Some things never Change...
Good night tonight.
Went out with Micah, movies and Taco Bell. Good conversations. Good catching up.
Annoyances of the day/night:
The annoyance of people never growing up. Of never changing. Of always letting me down like they always have. After years and years of being let down by one person, you would think that I would learn to not even get my hopes up. Or that person would learn to follow through. So the annoyance here is how neither one of us has learned. An annoyance more so with me that I am still so trusting. Really. What the heck.
Annoyance number two: Round-a-bouts....hello, dumbest thing ever created. Seriously, can someone please explain them to me? You go around in a freaking circle to get to another road. Dumb. Especially in areas that they are really not necessary. DUMB.
Annoyance number three: Crying babies in a movie theater....either don't make 'em or don't take 'em. The rest of us should not have to suffer because of the life you brought to this earth. IT'S A MOVIE THEATER = NO NOISE = NO CRYING BABIES.
Really, I am not too annoyed.
Sick of being let down, but not too annoyed.
Merry Holidays.
Went out with Micah, movies and Taco Bell. Good conversations. Good catching up.
Annoyances of the day/night:
The annoyance of people never growing up. Of never changing. Of always letting me down like they always have. After years and years of being let down by one person, you would think that I would learn to not even get my hopes up. Or that person would learn to follow through. So the annoyance here is how neither one of us has learned. An annoyance more so with me that I am still so trusting. Really. What the heck.
Annoyance number two: Round-a-bouts....hello, dumbest thing ever created. Seriously, can someone please explain them to me? You go around in a freaking circle to get to another road. Dumb. Especially in areas that they are really not necessary. DUMB.
Annoyance number three: Crying babies in a movie theater....either don't make 'em or don't take 'em. The rest of us should not have to suffer because of the life you brought to this earth. IT'S A MOVIE THEATER = NO NOISE = NO CRYING BABIES.
Really, I am not too annoyed.
Sick of being let down, but not too annoyed.
Merry Holidays.
Boy Meets Girl
Here's a story of a boy and a girl.
1999. Elementary school, the two meet. A mixer, who has mixers for 5th graders anyway? The two meet for the first time, not knowing that their lives will be hell for each other for the next 10, maybe more, years. Two typical 5th graders meeting before their 6th grade year, where they will spend the year together, one in a new school, one in familiar surroundings. The two became best friends. The girl was intrigued and knew that she would want to be best friends with this kid, why not? The most attractive 5th grader, soon to be 6th grader in the school. This is where their story begins. The summer goes on, they are separated from each other, but finally summer is over and they are brought back together again. The two become inseparable, getting constant jokes about marriage and dating, but hey they are 6th graders, best friends. There is no such thing as dating or love. As the years go on, the continue to be the best of friends. Day after day spent together, riding on specific buses just to hang out for a couple hours more afterwards. Puppy love at its finest. Moving on into high school, the friends zone remains. They both have significant others and its understood that they are best friends. Still this feeling for each other remains in their hearts. Best friends can't date though, it ruins everything. The day comes when they decide it's okay. It's okay to date, to be more than friends. Ends in drama, still a best friend in his eyes, and there is someone much prettier out there to sleep with. Throws it all away. It's okay, best friends was a better thing for them anyway. It is now junior year, he moves away. They talk on the phone every night for about four hours. Still best friends, but he has everything planned out for them. Where they will live, what they will do, how many kids they will have. Best friends. Things aren't so good for him, she is his crying shoulder. He decides that maybe back there is better, so he moves back. Senior year, back, physically, in her life. He wants to try this again, maybe this time it will work. She is skeptical, but can't say no. Again, he betrays her. It's okay, they were better as best friends anyway. He goes away for a while, they stay in touch, not as much but a bit. Freshman year of college, a new start. She doesn't have to think about him anymore. She has new people in her life, new friends, new relationships, a new start. He shows up one day, decides to have lunch with her. They start eating lunch once a week. Things are back to what they always were. Best friends, right? Right. Best friends. He leaves again, this time to pursue his new life...in the military. He comes home every once in a while, gives a call. Still best friends. That is until one day, when she receives notice that he is married. Married. Best friends indefinitely. Best friends, but the feeling is still there. Best friends, but it will never go away. Best friends. Just best friends. Their friends always told them not to do it, not to go into it, they did not listen. Now where are they? Still, "best friends."
Boy meets girl....Best friends.
1999. Elementary school, the two meet. A mixer, who has mixers for 5th graders anyway? The two meet for the first time, not knowing that their lives will be hell for each other for the next 10, maybe more, years. Two typical 5th graders meeting before their 6th grade year, where they will spend the year together, one in a new school, one in familiar surroundings. The two became best friends. The girl was intrigued and knew that she would want to be best friends with this kid, why not? The most attractive 5th grader, soon to be 6th grader in the school. This is where their story begins. The summer goes on, they are separated from each other, but finally summer is over and they are brought back together again. The two become inseparable, getting constant jokes about marriage and dating, but hey they are 6th graders, best friends. There is no such thing as dating or love. As the years go on, the continue to be the best of friends. Day after day spent together, riding on specific buses just to hang out for a couple hours more afterwards. Puppy love at its finest. Moving on into high school, the friends zone remains. They both have significant others and its understood that they are best friends. Still this feeling for each other remains in their hearts. Best friends can't date though, it ruins everything. The day comes when they decide it's okay. It's okay to date, to be more than friends. Ends in drama, still a best friend in his eyes, and there is someone much prettier out there to sleep with. Throws it all away. It's okay, best friends was a better thing for them anyway. It is now junior year, he moves away. They talk on the phone every night for about four hours. Still best friends, but he has everything planned out for them. Where they will live, what they will do, how many kids they will have. Best friends. Things aren't so good for him, she is his crying shoulder. He decides that maybe back there is better, so he moves back. Senior year, back, physically, in her life. He wants to try this again, maybe this time it will work. She is skeptical, but can't say no. Again, he betrays her. It's okay, they were better as best friends anyway. He goes away for a while, they stay in touch, not as much but a bit. Freshman year of college, a new start. She doesn't have to think about him anymore. She has new people in her life, new friends, new relationships, a new start. He shows up one day, decides to have lunch with her. They start eating lunch once a week. Things are back to what they always were. Best friends, right? Right. Best friends. He leaves again, this time to pursue his new life...in the military. He comes home every once in a while, gives a call. Still best friends. That is until one day, when she receives notice that he is married. Married. Best friends indefinitely. Best friends, but the feeling is still there. Best friends, but it will never go away. Best friends. Just best friends. Their friends always told them not to do it, not to go into it, they did not listen. Now where are they? Still, "best friends."
Boy meets girl....Best friends.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I Just Broke Up With Mary
Dear cell phone services...would you quit sucking please? I mean c'mon. You get so much freaking money a year to do what? TO SUCK! I do not know if you know this, but a ton of freaking people rely on you every day, every week, every month, every year and you let all of them down. Telling them that there are not enough bars, that there is not enough service, that the freaking call is dropped because it is not in your range. Well since you apparently do not understand, let me try to make you understand...YOU FREAKING SUCK! Fix it. Don 't screw me over and allow me to have service when I want it. If you are such a big deal, then I think you can fix it. C'mon.
Ok, but seriously....fix it.
Merry Christmas.
Ok, but seriously....fix it.
Merry Christmas.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
So This Is Christmas...
Hello Christmas Eve, it's your good friend Annie speaking.
I suppose that everyone in the world would want to know what Christmas is like in the Nelson houshold. We'll just go over what has happened so far on this Christmas Eve Day and Christmas Eve. First off, my broski and I did not leave the same spot for about 10 hours maybe. We watched all sorts of great cartoons on TV and sang songs of our childhood and teenagehood while playing guitar. Not only that, but we did some present wrapping and my broski even made a new Chrismas ornament...a Christmas Swatstika. Now, I know that does not seem too appropriate, but it did make him awfully happy...seeing how he spent an hour making it. As the day went on, we continued to sit in the same spot, no worries we got some lunch in. My parents finally arrived home after there bomb evening given to them by the best children in the world (12th row, center aisle, Transiberian Orchestra in Indy). Once they arrived, all hell broke loose. Yelling and screaming of all sort (really no words, just screaming). Finally the aunt came up for dinner. Not too bad this year, we actually enjoyed ourselves (a very rare occasion). A
conversation that was entertaining during this whole time though:
Me: Mom, Dad said the eff word.
Bryan: Yeah mom, Dad said the eff word.
(Dad looking at us with a contemplative stare)
Dad: I said what? (Still confused, debating on if he said it or not).
Me: Yeah, Dad, we heard you say it.
Bryan: Dad, don't you remember? You just said it.
(Bryan and I looking at each other snickering)
Dad: Well, I'm getting old...sometimes...I just forget...
(Bryan and I are now dying with laughter)
Yes, that is right...we can convince our dad that he said anything. A new fun game for us.
Now, it is 23 more hours of a Christmas Story, some presents, and maybe sleeping. The broski thinks that he will catch Santa this year....we'll see.
Merry Christmas Eve.
I suppose that everyone in the world would want to know what Christmas is like in the Nelson houshold. We'll just go over what has happened so far on this Christmas Eve Day and Christmas Eve. First off, my broski and I did not leave the same spot for about 10 hours maybe. We watched all sorts of great cartoons on TV and sang songs of our childhood and teenagehood while playing guitar. Not only that, but we did some present wrapping and my broski even made a new Chrismas ornament...a Christmas Swatstika. Now, I know that does not seem too appropriate, but it did make him awfully happy...seeing how he spent an hour making it. As the day went on, we continued to sit in the same spot, no worries we got some lunch in. My parents finally arrived home after there bomb evening given to them by the best children in the world (12th row, center aisle, Transiberian Orchestra in Indy). Once they arrived, all hell broke loose. Yelling and screaming of all sort (really no words, just screaming). Finally the aunt came up for dinner. Not too bad this year, we actually enjoyed ourselves (a very rare occasion). A
conversation that was entertaining during this whole time though:
Me: Mom, Dad said the eff word.
Bryan: Yeah mom, Dad said the eff word.
(Dad looking at us with a contemplative stare)
Dad: I said what? (Still confused, debating on if he said it or not).
Me: Yeah, Dad, we heard you say it.
Bryan: Dad, don't you remember? You just said it.
(Bryan and I looking at each other snickering)
Dad: Well, I'm getting old...sometimes...I just forget...
(Bryan and I are now dying with laughter)
Yes, that is right...we can convince our dad that he said anything. A new fun game for us.
Now, it is 23 more hours of a Christmas Story, some presents, and maybe sleeping. The broski thinks that he will catch Santa this year....we'll see.
Merry Christmas Eve.
Belle of Boulevard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOE4CX3BNBM&feature=channel
Favorite song of the moment.
Lovin' it.
Quote of the day so far:
"I've watched enough car shows to see how to upholster things, it helps with wrapping my swastika Christmas ornament."
Favorite song of the moment.
Lovin' it.
Quote of the day so far:
"I've watched enough car shows to see how to upholster things, it helps with wrapping my swastika Christmas ornament."
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
My Thought Process
Here's what is going on in my head:
Avatar: Very well done artistically. Breaking through in many new ways. Well done. However, after discussing it for a bit, agreed that the plotline is very simplistic. It is very on the surface and at times dragging. Not saying that the movie is not good, it is, but the plot could be better than what it is. However, it does make a good point. It does a great job of showing the "American Mentality." The mentality that we can go in wherever we want and do whatever we want. We can claim anything as ours. If there is something there that we want, then we can take over to get what we want. It does connect with different emotions and at times my emotions were pretty strong. Go see it? Yes, go see it. However, see it in 3D to get the best experience.
I love working for the youth group that I work for. I love working with the kids that I work with. I wish that we could rebuild it and I have this dream to do so. However, what does this dream look like when it is worked out? What does it take to make this dream come true? Why is it that I have the passion that I have? How do I get the other interns on the same page as me? How do I get them to help me with this dream? What is their dream? So many freaking questions. I want the best for this. I want to make this awesome and I want it to succeed. What I am afraid of is failure. I need to look at this from God's eyes more and less my eyes. I know that is an easy thing to say and a harder thing to do.
Avatar: Very well done artistically. Breaking through in many new ways. Well done. However, after discussing it for a bit, agreed that the plotline is very simplistic. It is very on the surface and at times dragging. Not saying that the movie is not good, it is, but the plot could be better than what it is. However, it does make a good point. It does a great job of showing the "American Mentality." The mentality that we can go in wherever we want and do whatever we want. We can claim anything as ours. If there is something there that we want, then we can take over to get what we want. It does connect with different emotions and at times my emotions were pretty strong. Go see it? Yes, go see it. However, see it in 3D to get the best experience.
I love working for the youth group that I work for. I love working with the kids that I work with. I wish that we could rebuild it and I have this dream to do so. However, what does this dream look like when it is worked out? What does it take to make this dream come true? Why is it that I have the passion that I have? How do I get the other interns on the same page as me? How do I get them to help me with this dream? What is their dream? So many freaking questions. I want the best for this. I want to make this awesome and I want it to succeed. What I am afraid of is failure. I need to look at this from God's eyes more and less my eyes. I know that is an easy thing to say and a harder thing to do.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thank You.
Conversations that make my day...
"On the plus side, I just thought of an awesome prank that we need to try/might get us condemned to hell...What do you think about faking the rapture?"
"On the plus side, I just thought of an awesome prank that we need to try/might get us condemned to hell...What do you think about faking the rapture?"
What, no straws!?
A typical day in the concession stand today. No big, only 5 hours wasted there. By wasted I mean enjoyed thoroughly with a servants heart. Okay, so the latter is not true...really, it's not. However, it always is an entertaining to see the people who come in. That is probably the best thing in the world. Let's just describe a situation today...shall we?
Woman walks up to the concession stand with her daughter. Her daughter, very polite, asks for what she wants and I give it to her. The woman, as she is looking at the pop machine, asks what kind of pop I have. As she is looking at it. Yes, she is looking at it, which means that she can see what kind we have. She finally asks for a diet pepsi, I start to pour it for her and she says to me, "do you have any straws?" I say, politely, "No, ma'am, I am sorry, but we do not." She replies in a huffy puffy manner, "What?! No straws?! OOh nevermind then, just charge me for what she got." First off, really? Is it really neccessary to get so upset about some straws? Kind of ridiculous if you ask me. And secondly, how old are we? Can we not just drink a drink? Do we really need a straw? No. No, we do not. GROW THE HECK UP!
Woman walks up to the concession stand with her daughter. Her daughter, very polite, asks for what she wants and I give it to her. The woman, as she is looking at the pop machine, asks what kind of pop I have. As she is looking at it. Yes, she is looking at it, which means that she can see what kind we have. She finally asks for a diet pepsi, I start to pour it for her and she says to me, "do you have any straws?" I say, politely, "No, ma'am, I am sorry, but we do not." She replies in a huffy puffy manner, "What?! No straws?! OOh nevermind then, just charge me for what she got." First off, really? Is it really neccessary to get so upset about some straws? Kind of ridiculous if you ask me. And secondly, how old are we? Can we not just drink a drink? Do we really need a straw? No. No, we do not. GROW THE HECK UP!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Long Live the Queen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGI9QnfuTUk
Kelexia...this is for you.
Watch the woman in the background who OBVIOUSLY knows the words.
Kelexia...this is for you.
Watch the woman in the background who OBVIOUSLY knows the words.
Merry Christmas, You're going to die!
"Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead," said Scrooge. "But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!"- A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
"You are going to die." Thank you Pastor Rob for informing us all. I'm not going to lie, this was not the typical Christmas message that we expected going into church today. It wasn't all happy and merry, but instead gloomy and depressing. However, even so, quite honest. We are all going to die and we all do have to ask ourselves, what will be written as the ending of our lives. Good 'ol Ebeneezer says above that the lives that we are living now predict what the ending of our lives will be. It is up to us to change that ending. What do we live for, what will be said that we lived for? This has been something that has been on my mind for the last few days. What is it about myself that needs to change? What can I do to change it? What do I not want people to remember about me? What do I want people to remember about me? Being home, makes me think about this the most. When I am with my friends as they are toasting to getting "effed" up. That's not me, that is not what I want people to remember me as. A defensive person who jumps on people's cases...that is not who I want to be remembered as. A person who is too blunt to the point that makes other people feel like trash...that's not me. I want to be a person who people can see Christ through. A person who is consistent in faith. Who has hope for things and is not a cynic. A person who loves other people more than myself. A person who is different from others in radical love. There is a woman in my church. She is 96 years old. Mary Fran Euler. She is one of those people who Christ's love radiates from. She has the joy of the Lord overflowing in her life. She is in her last days and she still has joy. She still pours love into everyone that she meets and wants to get to know everyone that she meets. This is the type of person that I want to be. When I don't get enough sleep, I can't be joyful...when she is on her death bed, she is full of joy...what is wrong with this picture?
You are going to die...what do you want people to remember?
Merry Christmas.
"You are going to die." Thank you Pastor Rob for informing us all. I'm not going to lie, this was not the typical Christmas message that we expected going into church today. It wasn't all happy and merry, but instead gloomy and depressing. However, even so, quite honest. We are all going to die and we all do have to ask ourselves, what will be written as the ending of our lives. Good 'ol Ebeneezer says above that the lives that we are living now predict what the ending of our lives will be. It is up to us to change that ending. What do we live for, what will be said that we lived for? This has been something that has been on my mind for the last few days. What is it about myself that needs to change? What can I do to change it? What do I not want people to remember about me? What do I want people to remember about me? Being home, makes me think about this the most. When I am with my friends as they are toasting to getting "effed" up. That's not me, that is not what I want people to remember me as. A defensive person who jumps on people's cases...that is not who I want to be remembered as. A person who is too blunt to the point that makes other people feel like trash...that's not me. I want to be a person who people can see Christ through. A person who is consistent in faith. Who has hope for things and is not a cynic. A person who loves other people more than myself. A person who is different from others in radical love. There is a woman in my church. She is 96 years old. Mary Fran Euler. She is one of those people who Christ's love radiates from. She has the joy of the Lord overflowing in her life. She is in her last days and she still has joy. She still pours love into everyone that she meets and wants to get to know everyone that she meets. This is the type of person that I want to be. When I don't get enough sleep, I can't be joyful...when she is on her death bed, she is full of joy...what is wrong with this picture?
You are going to die...what do you want people to remember?
Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Hi World.
Hi. We live in a Christian bubble.
Yes, that is right, a Christian bubble.
A Christian bubble that says that I must be engaged next year.
A Christian bubble that tells me that if I do not fall in love by then, I am some abnormal freak.
Well....here's where I am at Captain Bubble...not there.
I'm not at that point in my life where I need to be engaged by next year,
I am not at that point where I need a significant other to hold me up. I am not at that point
where I cannot do it on my own. I am perfectly content where I am at. I am perfectly content with being single. This allows me to do what I want to do. I am not tied down. I am not stuck. But I can go where what I want and do what I want.
Two different ideas right there. One that I am told and one that I "believe." Well let me tell you about those "beliefs" that I have. They are only true beliefs when I forget about what I am told. However, those beliefs become less and less real to me as I continue to live in this Christian bubble.
Okay, stepping down now.
Yes, that is right, a Christian bubble.
A Christian bubble that says that I must be engaged next year.
A Christian bubble that tells me that if I do not fall in love by then, I am some abnormal freak.
Well....here's where I am at Captain Bubble...not there.
I'm not at that point in my life where I need to be engaged by next year,
I am not at that point where I need a significant other to hold me up. I am not at that point
where I cannot do it on my own. I am perfectly content where I am at. I am perfectly content with being single. This allows me to do what I want to do. I am not tied down. I am not stuck. But I can go where what I want and do what I want.
Two different ideas right there. One that I am told and one that I "believe." Well let me tell you about those "beliefs" that I have. They are only true beliefs when I forget about what I am told. However, those beliefs become less and less real to me as I continue to live in this Christian bubble.
Okay, stepping down now.
Christmas Break
Here we are....starting another break. This one was needed...really. My body hates me from all the sleep that I have not gotten in the last....semester. So here I am, back at home again. Let me just tell you about home. I was asleep this morning, after a long night (got back at like 3, no big) and it's 7:30 in the morning....my mom wakes me up. Back to sleep. 8, now...mom again wakes me up. Back to sleep. 10:15...yet again, mom wakes me up. Wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep....let's see what is wrong with this picture. THE WHOLE FREAKING THING.
Dear parents, please let me get rest. That would be nice. Love, Annie
Moving on, let's talk about "Now" albums. Did you know that they are at "Now 32?" Really, 32. They are like freaking Land Before Time....those freaking dinosaurs never died off and these cds are never going to die. What the heck!? How long can we go?
Dear parents, please let me get rest. That would be nice. Love, Annie
Moving on, let's talk about "Now" albums. Did you know that they are at "Now 32?" Really, 32. They are like freaking Land Before Time....those freaking dinosaurs never died off and these cds are never going to die. What the heck!? How long can we go?
Friday, December 18, 2009
Abby J (Beautiful Akon)
I see you on 3CO,
You puttin' on yo' show,
Doin' what you do (yeah)
I see you through yo' window,
Flippin' off everyone you know
I wanna be like you, you (yeah)
I wanna be like Abby JJJJJJ
Abbbbbbbbby JJJJJJJJJJJ,
Abbbbbbbbbbbbby JJJJJJJ,
I wanna be like Abbby,
I wanna be like Abbby,
I wanna be like Abbby,
You puttin' on yo' show,
Doin' what you do (yeah)
I see you through yo' window,
Flippin' off everyone you know
I wanna be like you, you (yeah)
I wanna be like Abby JJJJJJ
Abbbbbbbbby JJJJJJJJJJJ,
Abbbbbbbbbbbbby JJJJJJJ,
I wanna be like Abbby,
I wanna be like Abbby,
I wanna be like Abbby,
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Homosexuals
So I went to this panel, not too long ago about homosexuals. It's funny how some people talk about homosexuals...as if they are a disease. What can the church do to cure it? Don't touch it, you might get it. Watch out, they might talk to you. UNCLEAN UNCLEAN. And the other funny thing about this is, that we don't think that it happens on this campus. That there are not people struggling with it. One of the guys on the panel made a comment about it not happening because of the Christian bubble that we live in. But once we step out, BAM it hits. Listen up...that is a boldface lie. There are people struggling. People just need to open up their eyes. How can we help as a community? Maybe understanding from a different perspective. Here's a logical idea...stop making jokes about people being gay. Quit labeling things as gay. Get rid of those stupid stereotypes. Don't look at gays and think differently. Get to know a homosexual and try to understand. I'm not saying that we should support the lifestyle, but I am saying that we should grow up. Get out of this stupid Christian bubble. And understand people like Jesus does. Suck it up.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Fear this.
"Be even more careful to put into action God's saving work in your lives, obeying God with deep reverence and fear. For God is working in you, giving you the desire to obey him and the power to do what pleases him." Philippians 2:12-13
Obedience comes from the root of fear. Fearing God is obeying God. The only way to truly obey God is to fear him. What does fear mean in our vocabularies? Fear to me is admitting that I am much smaller than something and am willing to do their will because of it. Fear to me is allowing myself to step out on a limb because I know that someone else knows more in the situation. Fear to me is being uncertain of trying it on my own, but knowing it will be okay with someone else at my side. This word fear is so funny in the Christian vocabulary. Because the fear that I just described is how we should feel all the time. Fearing God is not something we do. We take God and put him in a box and allow ourselves to be the bigger man. However, true obedience in God lies in the concept of fear. We should fear God because he loves us. Sure, his way may not always make sense to us, but that means that we should go after it all the more.
Funny how we say things and don't practice them to ourselves.
Advice for the day: Listen to your own advice.
"It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. He is dangerous, not safe at all. And yet there is something far more dangerous and fearful than to fall into His hands: to not fall into His hands" -Mark Buchanan
Obedience comes from the root of fear. Fearing God is obeying God. The only way to truly obey God is to fear him. What does fear mean in our vocabularies? Fear to me is admitting that I am much smaller than something and am willing to do their will because of it. Fear to me is allowing myself to step out on a limb because I know that someone else knows more in the situation. Fear to me is being uncertain of trying it on my own, but knowing it will be okay with someone else at my side. This word fear is so funny in the Christian vocabulary. Because the fear that I just described is how we should feel all the time. Fearing God is not something we do. We take God and put him in a box and allow ourselves to be the bigger man. However, true obedience in God lies in the concept of fear. We should fear God because he loves us. Sure, his way may not always make sense to us, but that means that we should go after it all the more.
Funny how we say things and don't practice them to ourselves.
Advice for the day: Listen to your own advice.
"It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. He is dangerous, not safe at all. And yet there is something far more dangerous and fearful than to fall into His hands: to not fall into His hands" -Mark Buchanan
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Annoyance
Hi, my name is annoyance...let me tell you something:
People at Taylor pay $32,000 dollars to go to school. Keyword: to go to school. $32,000 is a big chunk of change...is it not? So tell me this....Why do we have students skipping classes for an entire semester at a time? For example, there is this person who is in a class that I am in....she has been there maybe once. Ok, maybe twice. Granted, this is an easy class that we don't really have to attend to get an "A." Well, let me remind you...$32,000 a year. If you aren't going to go to class then freaking go home and quit wasting your parent's money. Think about where that all could go and who it could help. If you are going to go to school, then go to school. Remember that those professors you are skipping out on, have taken time out of their day not for themselves, but for you. They have written lessons so that you can learn. Show some freaking respect.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
We live to dance another day...
Typically, I write about some things that annoy me...that rub me the wrong way...don't worry, that is what I plan on writing about this evening as well.
We went to a movie today. Blindside. Good flick, really it was. Touching, heartfelt, and honestly something that makes me only want to go to the inner city even more. Not only that, but it helped me to really realize that we focus too much on impacting others, not letting them impact us. So, my first annoyance, an honest one and one that I struggle with myself, is that people go into situations with those less fortunate and think that they are going to change that person's life because they do not have as much as them. Newsflash...those who are less fortunate can have just as much impact on your life as you can theirs...but in a different way. Something to remind ourselves everyday...especially as Christians. I don't know if people have noticed, but Christians are not superheroes. We are not the ones who are here to save the world or to save lives. In fact, we aren't even the ones who save lives. I believe that there is trinity of some sort who has that department. So the next time you think that you are impacting someone, look and see how much they are impacting you. Also, don't take all the credit...it's not just you. On a less serious, but still serious note: We walk up the steps, see a great spot midway up in the center...there is a couple sitting on the outside by the rows...as we start to walk towards their row, I hear the woman say, "oh great." She was upset that we were wanting to get to the center of the row. Yet, she was sitting on the outside of the row. So, let me get this straight, if there is 2 ends and a middle, the person sitting on the outside probably has seats on the other side of her. If there are seats, they are probably meant to be used. IF the seats are empty, then someone probably should be able to sit there. Correct me if I am wrong, but seats are meant for people to sit in? I think so. So, therefore, if the seats are empty, and visible...someone should sit in them. This woman should not get upset to move so that someone can get to those seats. Correct? Correct. So to all of you people out there who are this woman, SUCK IT UP AND MOVE! What's that, you don't want to? THEN DON'T SIT ON THE OUTSIDE AISLE. Done.
My father is nearly 60 years old. I know, he doesn't look like it, but he is. Let me tell you what, he doesn't really act like it either. Nope, not at all. Sometimes, it feels like I am with a six year old when I am with him. For example, last night:
"Dad, I'm taking the car to meet Claire and Gerard."
"What?! What are we supposed to do without a car?"
(Note: We have not used the car to go anywhere this entire trip. In fact, the only time we have used it is to take my brother to the airport. Six year old factor: Not having a use for something until someone is going to take it away. Example: A boy has a red fire truck toy that used to be his favorite, but he loses interest eventually. In fact, he forgets about it. Until one day when his mom is going to give it to charity. He hasn't played with it in months, but once someone else is going to have it, he notices it's gone).
"Well, do you need the car?"
(sigh) "I guess not, I guess we can walk everywhere we need to go"
(Note: We have been walking everywhere. Besides that, there is nowhere that is needed to go. We are on vacation, where do we need to go? Honestly, where do we freaking need to go?! Six year old factor: Guilt trip. I guess not...wah wah wah).
Now, I'm not doggin on my dad. He is great, really he is. He does a lot of things for me and I love him for it. Just bein' real.
Well, that's all for now.
We went to a movie today. Blindside. Good flick, really it was. Touching, heartfelt, and honestly something that makes me only want to go to the inner city even more. Not only that, but it helped me to really realize that we focus too much on impacting others, not letting them impact us. So, my first annoyance, an honest one and one that I struggle with myself, is that people go into situations with those less fortunate and think that they are going to change that person's life because they do not have as much as them. Newsflash...those who are less fortunate can have just as much impact on your life as you can theirs...but in a different way. Something to remind ourselves everyday...especially as Christians. I don't know if people have noticed, but Christians are not superheroes. We are not the ones who are here to save the world or to save lives. In fact, we aren't even the ones who save lives. I believe that there is trinity of some sort who has that department. So the next time you think that you are impacting someone, look and see how much they are impacting you. Also, don't take all the credit...it's not just you. On a less serious, but still serious note: We walk up the steps, see a great spot midway up in the center...there is a couple sitting on the outside by the rows...as we start to walk towards their row, I hear the woman say, "oh great." She was upset that we were wanting to get to the center of the row. Yet, she was sitting on the outside of the row. So, let me get this straight, if there is 2 ends and a middle, the person sitting on the outside probably has seats on the other side of her. If there are seats, they are probably meant to be used. IF the seats are empty, then someone probably should be able to sit there. Correct me if I am wrong, but seats are meant for people to sit in? I think so. So, therefore, if the seats are empty, and visible...someone should sit in them. This woman should not get upset to move so that someone can get to those seats. Correct? Correct. So to all of you people out there who are this woman, SUCK IT UP AND MOVE! What's that, you don't want to? THEN DON'T SIT ON THE OUTSIDE AISLE. Done.
My father is nearly 60 years old. I know, he doesn't look like it, but he is. Let me tell you what, he doesn't really act like it either. Nope, not at all. Sometimes, it feels like I am with a six year old when I am with him. For example, last night:
"Dad, I'm taking the car to meet Claire and Gerard."
"What?! What are we supposed to do without a car?"
(Note: We have not used the car to go anywhere this entire trip. In fact, the only time we have used it is to take my brother to the airport. Six year old factor: Not having a use for something until someone is going to take it away. Example: A boy has a red fire truck toy that used to be his favorite, but he loses interest eventually. In fact, he forgets about it. Until one day when his mom is going to give it to charity. He hasn't played with it in months, but once someone else is going to have it, he notices it's gone).
"Well, do you need the car?"
(sigh) "I guess not, I guess we can walk everywhere we need to go"
(Note: We have been walking everywhere. Besides that, there is nowhere that is needed to go. We are on vacation, where do we need to go? Honestly, where do we freaking need to go?! Six year old factor: Guilt trip. I guess not...wah wah wah).
Now, I'm not doggin on my dad. He is great, really he is. He does a lot of things for me and I love him for it. Just bein' real.
Well, that's all for now.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The World's Largest Store
Every year, millions...billions...of people watch the Macy's Day Parade on TV during Thanksgiving. And EVERY Year, out of that crowd someone makes the comment, "How cool would it be to be there." Well let me just express how 'cool' it is. Let's just say it might be the equivalent to hell. I mean here you are in downtown New York standing with literally no room to move at all. I could not move my arms or my hands in any motion. Yep, not at all. And then you've got those toolbags who are making everyone else have a miserable time. For example this a-hole was standing in front of us on a milkcrate. Ok, let me just explain who this guy is...he is the guy who can already see because he is like six feet tall, but he has to get the best pictures so he stands on a milkcrate to make him eight feet tall. Really neccessary...oh wait, no its not. Or these other toolbags, you will know them...the ones who get there early and it's wall to wall people and they want to bring their friends forward...oh wait they cannot get through because it's literally WALL TO WALL people. However, they decide to continue to make plans to bring them through. Well suck it up and let them stand in the back, it's their fault for not getting there earlier. Want to know what happened at this point? My pops says, "You can go back there if you want to be with them, it is their own problem for not getting here at an earlier time." Jerbear was about to lay someone out. Aside from all of the not being able to move and not being able to take pictures around the 8 ft. man, it was not so bad. Would I do it again? Maybe from a hotel room on the route. Otherwise, nope...not a chance in hell.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A roadtrip with the Nelsons
So many people have pondered, "what is it like to vacation with the Nelsons?" I am about to answer that question for all those people pondering this question. So here it is folks:
Picture this:
A small glowing blue PT Cruiser traveling down a beautiful highway, hills, sunset, green...gorgeous. This is from the outside, let's travel inside. Backseat, a brother and sister duo playing and singing tunes to an acoustic guitar. Front seat, bald headed Jerbear "driving", mother "reading" poorly written romance novels.
Scenario One: Broski and I playin and singin some tunes we wrote ourselves, along with some Thrice, Ataris, etc. As we are singing, interruption...
Dad: Bub, do you know any Jimi Hendrix?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about Rod Stewart?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about that song, 'A Horse With No Name'?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about, 'Country Roads'?
Bryan: Nope.
We continue on with our own tunes. Singin about a man who lost is friend in south London. Singin about how our mom drives like a drunk. Singin about how Bryan likes boys. Throwin some Phoenix Ignition and Hootie and the Blowfish down. Ten Minutes (if that) pass Interruption...
Dad: Play some Christmas songs, Bub.
Bryan plays the first line of Carol of the Bells.
Dad: Do you know, 'Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer'?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: Do you know, 'Mary Did You Know'?
Bryan: Does it look like I would know, 'Mary Did You Know'?
Dad: Ok....What about, Rod Stewart?
Bryan: I just told you know.
Continue to play some more. Lovin our lives, Two minutes later...interruption
Dad: Hey Bub, do you know, 'Horse With No Name'?
Bryan and I: No Dad, we don't. We didn't 20 minutes ago and still don't.
Scenario Two:
Dad's drivin down the road, right...we are still playin music in the back. Now, let me just explain how my father drives. First off, he has ADD...which does not always mix for driving. Honestly, sometimes it is like letting a dog drive the car. You know when you have a dog and you are walkin him and all is well, he's well behaved and chill, then what does he see out of the corner of his eye? A squirrel and what does he do? He runs. He gets off track of what he is doin and runs after that squirrel. That's my dad. We are drivin down the road, right, and then he sees something out of the corner of his eye and he is plastered to that object. He looks at the object and then cannot take his eyes off of it. Here's where the problem lies however, when my father looks at something, the car magically seems to steer that way as well. He is not so good at staying in the lane when his eyes are somewhere else. Not only that, but he cannot multitask at all when he is driving. Not even unscrewing a bottle cap....nope, by then we are off the road. Furthermore, I think that he might quite possibly be narcoleptic.
Let me explain: When my father gets in the driver's seat, he seems to fall asleep. Every time.
Example:
(Sound of tires hitting the rumble strip creating that ungodly sound)
Bryan: Dad, are your eyes closed?
Dad: No, no.
Bryan: Are you sure? I think they are.
Dad: (Getting a bit defensive)...You can't even see them! You don't even know!
Bryan: Okay...if you say so.
(Ten seconds later, that sound occurs again)
Me: Dad, I think that the road is on the left side of the white line....not where it goes "rawr."
Dad: Anna, I know! I am staying on the road.
(Goes off the road again)
Mom: Jerome, are you tired?
Dad: Quit, pickin on me guys, I am fine!
Okay now it's mom's turn. Mom is sitting in the front seat. Minding her own business. Reading her terrible novel.
Bryan: Mom, why are you so angry?
Mom: I'm not Bryan.
Bryan: (Nudges me and whispers) Anna, ask mom why she is so angry.
Me: Mom, why are you so angry?
Mom: I'm not angry, Anna.
Bryan: (Nudges me and whispers) Anna tell mom that she is a worthless sack of crap.
Me: Mom...you are a worthless sack of crap.
Mom: Bryan! That's not very nice!
Bryan: Annie said it.
Mom: You told her to.
So that's the typical scenario. Bryan telling me to say things to upset mom. One thing that I have noticed though, is that with my family, my profanity level increases majorly. My mom does not like swearing, so it is my brother's favorite game to swear in front of her. When she gets upset, he 'makes' me do it. Only creating more 'anger.' Probably one of our favorite games. Another thing that I have noticed is that when my Aunt June is not with us, I have turned into the family lush. Thanks family.
Picture this:
A small glowing blue PT Cruiser traveling down a beautiful highway, hills, sunset, green...gorgeous. This is from the outside, let's travel inside. Backseat, a brother and sister duo playing and singing tunes to an acoustic guitar. Front seat, bald headed Jerbear "driving", mother "reading" poorly written romance novels.
Scenario One: Broski and I playin and singin some tunes we wrote ourselves, along with some Thrice, Ataris, etc. As we are singing, interruption...
Dad: Bub, do you know any Jimi Hendrix?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about Rod Stewart?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about that song, 'A Horse With No Name'?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: What about, 'Country Roads'?
Bryan: Nope.
We continue on with our own tunes. Singin about a man who lost is friend in south London. Singin about how our mom drives like a drunk. Singin about how Bryan likes boys. Throwin some Phoenix Ignition and Hootie and the Blowfish down. Ten Minutes (if that) pass Interruption...
Dad: Play some Christmas songs, Bub.
Bryan plays the first line of Carol of the Bells.
Dad: Do you know, 'Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer'?
Bryan: Nope.
Dad: Do you know, 'Mary Did You Know'?
Bryan: Does it look like I would know, 'Mary Did You Know'?
Dad: Ok....What about, Rod Stewart?
Bryan: I just told you know.
Continue to play some more. Lovin our lives, Two minutes later...interruption
Dad: Hey Bub, do you know, 'Horse With No Name'?
Bryan and I: No Dad, we don't. We didn't 20 minutes ago and still don't.
Scenario Two:
Dad's drivin down the road, right...we are still playin music in the back. Now, let me just explain how my father drives. First off, he has ADD...which does not always mix for driving. Honestly, sometimes it is like letting a dog drive the car. You know when you have a dog and you are walkin him and all is well, he's well behaved and chill, then what does he see out of the corner of his eye? A squirrel and what does he do? He runs. He gets off track of what he is doin and runs after that squirrel. That's my dad. We are drivin down the road, right, and then he sees something out of the corner of his eye and he is plastered to that object. He looks at the object and then cannot take his eyes off of it. Here's where the problem lies however, when my father looks at something, the car magically seems to steer that way as well. He is not so good at staying in the lane when his eyes are somewhere else. Not only that, but he cannot multitask at all when he is driving. Not even unscrewing a bottle cap....nope, by then we are off the road. Furthermore, I think that he might quite possibly be narcoleptic.
Let me explain: When my father gets in the driver's seat, he seems to fall asleep. Every time.
Example:
(Sound of tires hitting the rumble strip creating that ungodly sound)
Bryan: Dad, are your eyes closed?
Dad: No, no.
Bryan: Are you sure? I think they are.
Dad: (Getting a bit defensive)...You can't even see them! You don't even know!
Bryan: Okay...if you say so.
(Ten seconds later, that sound occurs again)
Me: Dad, I think that the road is on the left side of the white line....not where it goes "rawr."
Dad: Anna, I know! I am staying on the road.
(Goes off the road again)
Mom: Jerome, are you tired?
Dad: Quit, pickin on me guys, I am fine!
Okay now it's mom's turn. Mom is sitting in the front seat. Minding her own business. Reading her terrible novel.
Bryan: Mom, why are you so angry?
Mom: I'm not Bryan.
Bryan: (Nudges me and whispers) Anna, ask mom why she is so angry.
Me: Mom, why are you so angry?
Mom: I'm not angry, Anna.
Bryan: (Nudges me and whispers) Anna tell mom that she is a worthless sack of crap.
Me: Mom...you are a worthless sack of crap.
Mom: Bryan! That's not very nice!
Bryan: Annie said it.
Mom: You told her to.
So that's the typical scenario. Bryan telling me to say things to upset mom. One thing that I have noticed though, is that with my family, my profanity level increases majorly. My mom does not like swearing, so it is my brother's favorite game to swear in front of her. When she gets upset, he 'makes' me do it. Only creating more 'anger.' Probably one of our favorite games. Another thing that I have noticed is that when my Aunt June is not with us, I have turned into the family lush. Thanks family.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Here I go, scream my lungs out...
Drunk drivin, is what I like to do...drunk drivin, with you. Just a lil' song my broski and I wrote yesterday. We are practically musical geniuses. I'll admit it. We might or might not have sang for three hours straight in the car yesterday. Our parents may or may not still love us...ha.
That is all.
That is all.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Let's Catch That Bird and Eat It...
So here we are, in the season of Thanks. Today at church, there will probably be the typical "what are you thankful for" message. In classes, on Monday and Tuesday, there will most likely be the "I'm so thankful for this..." from a prof, maybe even a couple of students (the perks of going to a Christian university). Now this is all good and happy, and fanfreakingtastic...but here's what my question is, ehem..Why in the heck, do we only talk about this during Thanksgiving? I mean come on...did God only give us the capability to be thankful one week out of an entire year? Of course not. Thanksgiving does some really funny things to people, let's assess this situation for a few...Look at American society, what does it say? It's an "I" society. All about "I." Everything is about yourself, do not worry about others, trip 'em as they run past. It's all about what "I" can accomplish, eff everyone else, they do not mean anything. Sound about right? Here's the funny part, when it comes to Thanksgiving, this "I" society seems to change drastically. It is now a "You for the day" society. Promoting to be thankful for those around you and to show them love. Show people that you care and that you are there for them. Spend time with your family....This is on Thursday, but when that clock strikes midnight, you know what society turns into? That's right, back into the "I" society. However, when that clock strikes midnight on Friday after Thanksgiving, they are crazier than they have ever been before. They are out for blood and they will do whatever it takes to get you out of the way. That's right, Black Friday. A day for all of America to act like idiots and trample all over people. A day where they are pushing people out of the way, to get what they want. Kind of ironic that this day happens after the day that we show how thankful for what we've got. A day where we come together and are united. Well, here's what I have got to say to you, America:
1. Get over yourselves.
2. Get a freaking life (sleeping on a sidewalk from 12 am until 6 am to get the best deals is not a life).
3. Learn to see what is really important.
4 - 10. Get over yourselves.
That's right, I said it GET OVER YOURSELVES. A country where we are "united we stand" sure has a funny way of showing it. I see unity in this country...holiday, disasters, and when everyone is too drunk not to be united. I just stuck it to you America.
Now that I have ripped our country apart, I have a few more things to say to this Christian college that we go to. First of all, show more gratitude for what you have. I mean seriously, when it comes to the point where you are saying, "OMG! They don't have any BBQ on the salad bar! This place sucks!" you probably should recheck yourself. I know that it's the end of the world to not have anything to dip your chicken nuggets in (oh wait, no it's not), but the last time I checked...we have food to eat, not everyone in the world does. Suck it up. And for all of you people who are complaining about the dorms and how old they are...freaking get over it. First of all, you are college kids, not kings...so get over it. Second of all, do you have a place to sleep when it's snowing and raining? Thought so, suck it up. Or for you who complain about waiting in line too long at a grocery store, at least you can go there to buy things? At least you have money to do so. You could be the bum sitting outside of the store, hoping that someone would bring you food. So back to this Christian thing, we are called to live radically, are we not? Last time I checked, living radically for Christ was not being some snobby, ungrateful little twit who complains about everything, but it is someone who expresses gratefulness when no one else does. It is someone who has patience when no one else is. It is someone who is loving when there is no love. Check your motives...Thanksgiving is a holiday once a year, but an action that should be all year long.
1. Get over yourselves.
2. Get a freaking life (sleeping on a sidewalk from 12 am until 6 am to get the best deals is not a life).
3. Learn to see what is really important.
4 - 10. Get over yourselves.
That's right, I said it GET OVER YOURSELVES. A country where we are "united we stand" sure has a funny way of showing it. I see unity in this country...holiday, disasters, and when everyone is too drunk not to be united. I just stuck it to you America.
Now that I have ripped our country apart, I have a few more things to say to this Christian college that we go to. First of all, show more gratitude for what you have. I mean seriously, when it comes to the point where you are saying, "OMG! They don't have any BBQ on the salad bar! This place sucks!" you probably should recheck yourself. I know that it's the end of the world to not have anything to dip your chicken nuggets in (oh wait, no it's not), but the last time I checked...we have food to eat, not everyone in the world does. Suck it up. And for all of you people who are complaining about the dorms and how old they are...freaking get over it. First of all, you are college kids, not kings...so get over it. Second of all, do you have a place to sleep when it's snowing and raining? Thought so, suck it up. Or for you who complain about waiting in line too long at a grocery store, at least you can go there to buy things? At least you have money to do so. You could be the bum sitting outside of the store, hoping that someone would bring you food. So back to this Christian thing, we are called to live radically, are we not? Last time I checked, living radically for Christ was not being some snobby, ungrateful little twit who complains about everything, but it is someone who expresses gratefulness when no one else does. It is someone who has patience when no one else is. It is someone who is loving when there is no love. Check your motives...Thanksgiving is a holiday once a year, but an action that should be all year long.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wake up! Wake Up!
So, here I am, Saturday...4:52 pm...Library. Not much is happening today, all the study rooms are taken...Pet peeve: Study room being used...one person...really? Is that really needed? I mean c'mon! There are a ton of other people who could use that room...like groups of people. Do you really want to be the person that everyone despises? I think not. So freaking go to a table, heck go to a cubicle....they are built for one! But get out of the freaking huge room, lame.
Woke up this morning...yep, not dead. Left the dorm to go to the magical place that we like to call the Dining Commons, DC for short. 8 o'clock this morning I ventured to this beautiful land. 8 o'clock on a gorgeous Saturday morning, I ventured there to go into a magical little place we call...the office. A land of wonder and awe...ok, not so much. Pet peeve: Waking up to go and type out the menus for the tvs...then later on in the day they change everything I typed out. I mean, no big deal right? It doesn't really affect me...oh wait...I could have slept longer! Dear DC, quit sucking and let me know ahead of time if you are going to suck so that I can get some more sleep. Thank you, Annie.
Other thing today, made food with Kelly, Sarah, and myself of course. We get down to the kitchen (Kelly and I, because Sarah takes for freaking ever) and Kel and I realize that we need some items that we just so happen to not have. Of course the front desk is not open yet...why would it be? It's Saturday, they need to get their beauty sleep. I mean, it's not like we buy stuff from them or depend on them to have the front door unlocked or even to keep any strange men from walking upstairs. So, anyway, Kelly and I need items...so we go to my house to get them. Annoying part of this, I thought before I jumped in my car to come back to Olson today to bring these items we needed, but I thought "no, the front desk will have them." Fail. Pet peeve: Thinking to bring something, but then not bringing it because you have a plan that will not fail...then your plan fails. Thank you Olson hall front desk.
However, the good part of the day was that I did make some freaking good bread. Not meaning to brag, but I am pretty much incredible. I mean, really, who is as great as me when it comes to cooking. Not only did I make some freaking good bread, but the best pancakes that I will probably ever have. Yep, that is right...EVER. Suck it all you breakfast geniuses out there who think you are better than me. My wrath will come upon you if you ever try to prove me wrong...you know why? I am Annie Freakin Nelson.
On a serious note though, you know what really just gets me...peeves me off if you will. The lack of reliability on this freaking campus. You see, we...as a whole...a body, are some of the most unreliable people that I have ever met. No joke. My roommate constantly asks me, why does this bother me so much? Well let me tell you, it bothers me because when we hold things above others, we are not doing what we are sent here to do. Listen to me brothers and sisters, let me tell you that it says in the Bible that we are to hold others above ourselves. This means that selfishness is out. I am sorry, but if you make a commitment, then stick to it. If your friend is in need, then go. If you see that someone is hurting, then stop. I know what the thought process is in all of these situations, "but I have homework to do" or "but I just get so sick of it" or "but I cannot do this anymore" or "but..." BUT NOTHING! Get over youselves, humble yourselves, and be a brother or sister in Christ. All those things that you have to do, can wait. Love is one of the most important commandments and putting yourself and what you have to do first is not love. Putting Christ and others first...now that is love. I'm not saying blow off all your homework to have a good time, but I am saying that the next time someone is in need, just drop what you have and go. Respond with the love of Christ. If you are tired, then there is this dude who is with us at all times who would be more than happy to share his strength with you. Besides, think about how many times you blew off homework to do something stupid or you were distracted. At least this has purpose. Love.
Woke up this morning...yep, not dead. Left the dorm to go to the magical place that we like to call the Dining Commons, DC for short. 8 o'clock this morning I ventured to this beautiful land. 8 o'clock on a gorgeous Saturday morning, I ventured there to go into a magical little place we call...the office. A land of wonder and awe...ok, not so much. Pet peeve: Waking up to go and type out the menus for the tvs...then later on in the day they change everything I typed out. I mean, no big deal right? It doesn't really affect me...oh wait...I could have slept longer! Dear DC, quit sucking and let me know ahead of time if you are going to suck so that I can get some more sleep. Thank you, Annie.
Other thing today, made food with Kelly, Sarah, and myself of course. We get down to the kitchen (Kelly and I, because Sarah takes for freaking ever) and Kel and I realize that we need some items that we just so happen to not have. Of course the front desk is not open yet...why would it be? It's Saturday, they need to get their beauty sleep. I mean, it's not like we buy stuff from them or depend on them to have the front door unlocked or even to keep any strange men from walking upstairs. So, anyway, Kelly and I need items...so we go to my house to get them. Annoying part of this, I thought before I jumped in my car to come back to Olson today to bring these items we needed, but I thought "no, the front desk will have them." Fail. Pet peeve: Thinking to bring something, but then not bringing it because you have a plan that will not fail...then your plan fails. Thank you Olson hall front desk.
However, the good part of the day was that I did make some freaking good bread. Not meaning to brag, but I am pretty much incredible. I mean, really, who is as great as me when it comes to cooking. Not only did I make some freaking good bread, but the best pancakes that I will probably ever have. Yep, that is right...EVER. Suck it all you breakfast geniuses out there who think you are better than me. My wrath will come upon you if you ever try to prove me wrong...you know why? I am Annie Freakin Nelson.
On a serious note though, you know what really just gets me...peeves me off if you will. The lack of reliability on this freaking campus. You see, we...as a whole...a body, are some of the most unreliable people that I have ever met. No joke. My roommate constantly asks me, why does this bother me so much? Well let me tell you, it bothers me because when we hold things above others, we are not doing what we are sent here to do. Listen to me brothers and sisters, let me tell you that it says in the Bible that we are to hold others above ourselves. This means that selfishness is out. I am sorry, but if you make a commitment, then stick to it. If your friend is in need, then go. If you see that someone is hurting, then stop. I know what the thought process is in all of these situations, "but I have homework to do" or "but I just get so sick of it" or "but I cannot do this anymore" or "but..." BUT NOTHING! Get over youselves, humble yourselves, and be a brother or sister in Christ. All those things that you have to do, can wait. Love is one of the most important commandments and putting yourself and what you have to do first is not love. Putting Christ and others first...now that is love. I'm not saying blow off all your homework to have a good time, but I am saying that the next time someone is in need, just drop what you have and go. Respond with the love of Christ. If you are tired, then there is this dude who is with us at all times who would be more than happy to share his strength with you. Besides, think about how many times you blew off homework to do something stupid or you were distracted. At least this has purpose. Love.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
This is a story of a girl,
Who loves every boy in the world.
And while she flirts with all of them at once,
They absolutely love her,
Sarah Keur.
How many times in a week,
Can she get a new boy with the words that she speaks?
And her love may be so sincere,
But having one boy is her biggest fear.
As long as she stands there waiting,
She has a crowd for dating.
How many days go by,
That she walks in her room and no flowers from a guy?
This is a story of a girl,
Who loves every boy in the world.
And while she flirts with all of them at once,
They absolutely love her,
Sarah Keur.
That's my tribute for the night to Sarah Keur. Along with that, how is it that people like Sarah Keur and Maggie Burns can get so many freaking boys to just flock around them just by existing while the rest of us have to bait them in? Seriously, they have to pay guys to get away from them and we have to pay guys to hang out with us (us being the rest of the females on Taylor's campus). C'mon guys, share the wealth.
Now that I have been through that, let me tell you something. The Jumping Bean...not my favorite. In fact, I do not like it at all really. I know that is a bold statement to make, seeing how I have not had all the drinks, but seriously...I have never had anything there that has made me like, "BAM!"Nothing. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Baristas are fantastic at what they do...it's the drink mixes that suck. I mean, powder, really? C'mon. We can do better than this. I'm just saying. Next on the list, Kelly Werner and Ryan Maloney...future married couple of America. Yes Kel, I said it. You and Ryan will get married. I mean, you don't just go to the ceramic lab at 12 in the morning for anyone. You might be throwing something, but I don't think that it's pots...err, I mean. Thirdly, What in the heck is up with this weather lately. I can't take it. Dear God, make up your mind please? Winter or Summer? Not both. Just saying.
Well, that is it right now.
I'll be back later, I am sure.
Who loves every boy in the world.
And while she flirts with all of them at once,
They absolutely love her,
Sarah Keur.
How many times in a week,
Can she get a new boy with the words that she speaks?
And her love may be so sincere,
But having one boy is her biggest fear.
As long as she stands there waiting,
She has a crowd for dating.
How many days go by,
That she walks in her room and no flowers from a guy?
This is a story of a girl,
Who loves every boy in the world.
And while she flirts with all of them at once,
They absolutely love her,
Sarah Keur.
That's my tribute for the night to Sarah Keur. Along with that, how is it that people like Sarah Keur and Maggie Burns can get so many freaking boys to just flock around them just by existing while the rest of us have to bait them in? Seriously, they have to pay guys to get away from them and we have to pay guys to hang out with us (us being the rest of the females on Taylor's campus). C'mon guys, share the wealth.
Now that I have been through that, let me tell you something. The Jumping Bean...not my favorite. In fact, I do not like it at all really. I know that is a bold statement to make, seeing how I have not had all the drinks, but seriously...I have never had anything there that has made me like, "BAM!"Nothing. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Baristas are fantastic at what they do...it's the drink mixes that suck. I mean, powder, really? C'mon. We can do better than this. I'm just saying. Next on the list, Kelly Werner and Ryan Maloney...future married couple of America. Yes Kel, I said it. You and Ryan will get married. I mean, you don't just go to the ceramic lab at 12 in the morning for anyone. You might be throwing something, but I don't think that it's pots...err, I mean. Thirdly, What in the heck is up with this weather lately. I can't take it. Dear God, make up your mind please? Winter or Summer? Not both. Just saying.
Well, that is it right now.
I'll be back later, I am sure.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Every freaking year, day, month, any time really, I get this question, "What are you going to do with a Christian Ed. degree? Teach sunday school?" Just so you know, I did not go to a 32,000 dollar school to teach Sunday school. That would be rather foolish, now wouldn't it? However, I know what you are thinking, "it's just as bad to go for Christian Ed., you read the Bible and talk about your feelings." You know what, you are right, I go to a $32,000 school to read the Bible and talk about my feelings. I could do that for free....what was I thinking. But on a serious note, what in the heck am I going to do with this major? I could do the typical thing, go work in a nice suburban church teaching little children about Jesus, but no...that is not where I am called. That is not what I feel God wants me to do. So for all of you people who have anxiously been waiting to know what I am going to do with my future...let me tell you. I, Annie Freaking Nelson, am going to move to the hood. Yes, the hood. I do not want to live in farmville, USA anymore, nor do I want to live in richville, USA anymore. I want to live in the straight up hood. I'm talkin, "back up or I am going to cap yo' ass" hood. Honestly, I want to work with people. I want to give to those who need the love of Christ. I want to go to the root of the problem on our streets and shine some light on how to deal with it. I want God to work through me so that I may expand his Kingdom...even into the projects. I want to live a life dangerously outside of my comfort zone. What's up now world?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)