February 2010
“Thus says the Lord,
“Cursed is the man who trusts in mankind
And makes...”
– Jeremiah 17:5-8
Also--
I dislike the words ‘bro’ and ‘dude.’
January 2010
When people...
…use the word ‘girl’ as a greeting or an exclamation of some sort, I get kind of ridiculously irritated. The phrase “Hey girl!” (especially when it’s spelled ‘gurl’ or—even worse—‘gurrl’) just bugs the poo out of me.
One of these day's I'll post something profound...
Barat: Mason is my favorite child. I just love him.
Daniel: He stole the Lego plane I made.
Barat: He BROKE the plane you made.
Daniel: What! That littler terrorist.
Barat: He heard about the card game 'Daniel' and he just wasn't going to take it any more. He had to show who's boss.
Daniel: I think the game will sweep the nation.
Barat: Oh yeah. It's a real crowd-pleaser. You're just SO good at it, too.
Dainel: I have dreams of going pro someday.
Barat: It could probably even become an Olympic event.
Daniel: Well, the Asians aren't very good, so I would already have an unfair advantage.
Barat: Are all minorities allowed to play the game of Daniel?
Daniel: Yeah, but only one race has ever won the game.
Barat: Not the Asians?
Daniel: The whites always win! The Asians are horrible.
Barat: I feel as though Hitler would LOVE the game of Daniel.
Daniel: Germans aren't any good either.
Barat: So explain to me what kind of a person you need to be in order to succeed in Daniel.
Dainel: A white male, around the age of 22; incredibly smart, handsome and charming; wears glasses and spiked-up hair.
Barat: Man...it sounded like you for a little bit. But then towards the middle, it veered off in an entirely different direction.
“Michael said I gave you a creepy wave when you walked in; but remember, I was...”
– Ben Mathis
“I’m back…and now I’m singing along to Mary J. Blige. I promise...”
– Daniel Jackson
Matt: Two hours in at work, nine to go. Hopefully something exciting happens.
Barat: Well, maybe a gunman will come in and hold the store up at gunpoint and you'll have to be a mediator of sorts.
Matt: That would be fantastic. I've been mentally training for that day.
“I’ll call after class methinks to see what I missed, besides them tearing...”
– Jenn Molloy
Last night I had a dream…and all I remember is that I blew my nose in my dream. I qualify that as a nightmare.
I find real gems when I go through my music.
...
“Love keeps no record of wrong, even if you killed your father and become a...”
– Matthew Swain
My friends are witty this evening.
Barat: If the snow keeps him from coming, Mother Nature and I are going to have words.
Mary: Go out and kick a tree. That'll show her.
“I’ll drag YOU through the Negro streets at dawn!”
– Dezi Ellis
“I’ve decided that I want to be the new Mother Teresa, minus the...”
– Mary Brewer
My blow-dryer smells like chemically/fiery death, and I frankly don’t want it anywhere near my hair at the moment.
But no one will ever replace Henry in my heart. At least, no one has yet.
He’s just so cute and nerdy. Love him.
So, since I’ve finished Gilmore Girls, I’ve decided that it’s time to catch up on Ugly Betty. And I LOVE her new boyfriend, Matt. He looks like Josh Groban. Maybe not in this picture…but he totally does. But he’s way better than Jesse… …and WAY better than Gio…
“What if everything that you see, is more than what you see? The person next to...”
– Shigeru Miyamoto
“(305): I quit. signing up for eharmony. Don’t judge.”
– textsfromlastnight.com
Only one more week until LOST! I’ve spent way too much time today looking for LOST spoilers. All I can find thus far (*SPOILER ALERT*) is that Libbey and Michael are coming back “from the dead.” A) Libbey? Really? Why on earth can’t Charlie come back? B) Since when was Michael legit dead? It never once said that he was dead—after all, if Jin can survive the boat...
“The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer...”
– Randall Munroe
Before and After...again
That was fun… Mary! 2007…
2009…
Oh, what a difference two years seems to make.
Before and After
Just for kicks and giggles…
Bek! 2006…
2009…
A few months ago I decided that unless God told me otherwise, I probably wasn’t going to be returning to the summer camp I’ve worked at for six years; and really, since that point in time, I’ve been fine with that decision. It seemed as though the majority of my friends understood my decision and were planning the same for themselves. In fact, I’ve been so set in me decision that I had forgotten...
“I wanted to start a cheer, but all that popped into my head was...”
– Chelsea Brueggeman
Dezi: Why must you kill the tender moments?
Barat: I don't really want to have tender moments with you, Dezzo.
Dezi: We're going to be living together. I'm sure tons of tender moments are going to happen. And if they don't happen naturally, I'll make them happen.
My most recent google searches are as follows: 1. How did Sylvia Plath kill herself? 2. What does anthrax do to you? (Which is not the answer to #1, just for clarification. She stuck her head in an oven.) 3. Side effects to harvesting eggs. (Yes Rebekah, I looked them up again.) 4. Where can I find the Mafia? 5. What does a tumor look like? 6. Why is there a fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie...
Love and Stuff
I need people. God made us social beings. Sure, I can go for periods of time without communicating with people; but the majority of the time, I need to know that I’m wanted, that I’m loved. After all, isn’t that what we all strive for? I really doubt I’m alone in this. This isn’t to say that God’s love isn’t enough for me, because it obviously is. But...
“If they substituted the word ‘Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the...”
– Sylvia Plath