I would like to have a rant regarding my social life, and even some of you may feel the same. If so, I'm sorry.
My rant begins with the intolerable feeling of having certain friends you just cannot seem to understand. I'm sure any girl knows that we are all programmed to want to talk until our words run out and our mouth feels like a desert. There's the also the feeling of wanting our surrounding friends to have that open ear and little to say when we're ranting about a situation which is currently adding to, what feels like, our demise. These particular friends will more than likely be there at the sound of a dial tone or a sent text; however, this really depends on the person.
It's only been recently that I've actually maintained stable relationships with other females. Before, males seemed much easier to be around. I could fart or just be the weird-o I am without the interruption of judgement. Now that I see it's quite important to maintain female friendships, I also see that it also comes with a bit of drawbacks.
Sometimes when I am mid-rant, friends will suddenly want to talk about themselves. Sure, this is actually nothing rare since we females are full of little stories to compare, but to completely go off topic? Not my dream conversation. My suggestion to each friend, including myself, we should all just use our "silent fingers" and listen. That's all the other side wants. Along with every other female, I would like to get whatever I am feeling across, hoping they have an ounce of consideration, before the conversation is turned over into their land.
I also know that guys suffer from this same problem. My boyfriend has shared many stories of conversations gone wrong. Now it's come to him being very wary of talking to anyone, which is sad. Personally, I don't want it to come down to the act of me talking to a tree, my cat or worst of all, no one. Everyone needs someone to talk to. When it comes to that time when you need to vent, let it all out and take the smart advice. When a friend comes to you in a time of need, show a little compassion and keep any story that is off topic to yourself. This all goes for me, too. My cat really just does not care about my life.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Unpleasantness cured with smores.
I would first like to thank Mae and Taste of Originality for becoming a follower of mine on Blogger. It really means a lot, so thank you. I wish you two had links so I could follow, too!
So, to jump right in this, my weekend was absolutely horrendous. I'm not quite sure what synonym could take the place of horrendous and fit perfectly, but I was thinking 'unpleasant'? Sure. What ever the word may be, my weekend took the first plane ride to hell. It's quite the humorous thing, since I just blogged about how lovely my weekend was before. Oh, I love irony.
But not really.
See, my relationship with the boyfriend took an unexpected turn while on its way to hell and I just wanted to be alone for the weekend. On Saturday, I drove down to a certain mall to ease my mind by doing a little shop therapy. I ended up at my favorite two story Forever 21 store and bought goodies. I then spent the rest of my time here...
..."Here" is the actual the Barnes and Noble at Wire Grass Mall. I studied my little brain out for History, and was only sidetracked a couple of times when my heart decided to take over. I then would take a bite of my Pumpkin Cheesecake to sooth my ache.
I ended the night with take-out sushi and then hitting Starbucks with a friend. Well, then Sunday was a different story.
Sunday was Tesla's - my churches 10th grade group - Halloween party and Matt and I shrugged off the argument 'for the kids'. Costumes, laughing, a bonfire, S'mores - it was just a great time all around. So, really only 75% of my weekend as horrible.
At least it wasn't 100% of the weekend, I suppose. I really think the S'mores cured my unpleasantness.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A picture, pumpkin, perfect weekend.
Pumpkin Patches, Wiregrass Mall, sushi, carving the pumpkins, hot chocolate, and cold weather.
My weekend was perfect.
And lurve. I really enjoy great weekends.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Someone pump the brakes
Before I start, I'd first like to thank my new followers - Missmoose and Jamie! I believe that the addition of followers to each blog makes the world of Blogger go 'round. Along with the rest of the people who follow my blog, you two are also excellent.
Now, time to spill my pot of life. It is no surprise that school has been taking up majority of my time - the essay's, the tests, the questions, the lectures - and it's been extremely difficult to even keep up with blogging. There was a moment when I made it to the blank screen of creating a new post and I just sat there. I realized that I should be studying instead of blogging, so I actually did the right thing. Very surprising.
Along with the school deal, I had decided to put my boyfriend on hold. I basically told him to pump the brakes to his outlook on the relationship. His erratic behavior seemed too unfitting for my life and I, figuratively, shed that piece of clothing for a second or two. He finally knew I was serious when I didn't want to hear from him for a couple of days. Things seem a little bit better on the relationship front, though. He seems to get the idea that I don't want to hear from him every single second of my day and he doesn't need to rely on me so much. This sounds switched doesn't it? Typically it's the other way around in a relationship, but now I can see how annoying we girls can truly be... and we're really annoying.
Other than that, I should be doing an essay on Jefferson and Federalists for History. I obviously did not make the right decision in this case. So, with that, I'll update when something rather spicy happens in life. Goodbye, my little tamales.
Now, time to spill my pot of life. It is no surprise that school has been taking up majority of my time - the essay's, the tests, the questions, the lectures - and it's been extremely difficult to even keep up with blogging. There was a moment when I made it to the blank screen of creating a new post and I just sat there. I realized that I should be studying instead of blogging, so I actually did the right thing. Very surprising.
Along with the school deal, I had decided to put my boyfriend on hold. I basically told him to pump the brakes to his outlook on the relationship. His erratic behavior seemed too unfitting for my life and I, figuratively, shed that piece of clothing for a second or two. He finally knew I was serious when I didn't want to hear from him for a couple of days. Things seem a little bit better on the relationship front, though. He seems to get the idea that I don't want to hear from him every single second of my day and he doesn't need to rely on me so much. This sounds switched doesn't it? Typically it's the other way around in a relationship, but now I can see how annoying we girls can truly be... and we're really annoying.
Other than that, I should be doing an essay on Jefferson and Federalists for History. I obviously did not make the right decision in this case. So, with that, I'll update when something rather spicy happens in life. Goodbye, my little tamales.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Bookworm.
I've been quite the little bookworm lately. I've just recently finished Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, and I then moved onto Jesus Wants to Save Christians by Rob Bell. I finished Rob Bell's manifesto in a week and decided to tackle Anthem, another novel written by Ayn Rand. Below is my little synopsis of what I thought of each book, mainly Anthem though. This is nowhere near a book review, so don't expect anything fancy.
If anyone has read any of Rand's novels, it would come to be very surprising that I would even read a Christian book after. I suppose I didn't realize this until I finished reading Anthem. It was then that my curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know if Rand was an atheist. Funny, right? I ended up visiting her website for more information on the background of the very deceased Rand - Anthem was released in 1938; Atlas Shrugged was released in 1957, putting Rand's birth date in the 1900's - and found it very enlightening.
Her response in an interview with Playboy (how convenient) on her view of religion went like so:
Rand:
Qua religion, no—in the sense of blind belief, belief unsupported by, or contrary to, the facts of reality and the conclusions of reason. Faith, as such, is extremely detrimental to human life: it is the negation of reason. But you must remember that religion is an early form of philosophy, that the first attempts to explain the universe, to give a coherent frame of reference to man’s life and a code of moral values, were made by religion, before men graduated or developed enough to have philosophy.
Oh, boy. Well, I suppose I could have gathered that outlook from Anthem and its strict moral code of man being restricted by man and/or gods, and Rand writing how no one should ever have these restrictions. However, I did not get the same feel from Atlas Shrugged, although she did throw out a few choice point-of-views on God throughout the book. As far as Atlas Shrugged, I took the book to be more directed at man being on his own and making his own, therefore, earning his own. Understandable. 1,168 pages of understanding. What ever novel, it is painfully obvious that Rand is against the effort of helping out anyone beyond herself; just read any of her novels and her focus of being anti-social.
It almost makes you wonder the type of person Rand was. Did she ever have friends or a social life for that matter? I don't even want to question the act of her even being a mother figure. Anyway, outside of her anti-everything, she is a great writer. I would definitely recommend Atlas Shrugged to any bookworm, and Anthem to anyone whose ego suits them well - there's irony in that statement.
For the manifesto by Rob Bell, Jesus Wants to Save Christians, I would recommend this to any new Christian who would like to get a better understanding of the Old Testament. The book truly helped me out when it came to finding the compassion within myself and do-something mentality to help out others. The only disagreement I had with the book was the liberal agenda that Bell pressed. He was a mere two words from saying "I really dislike George W. Bush" but you can't really do that as a Christian author, so he chose to beat around the bush. Clever.
All-in-all, I'm a bookworm and if you're bookworm, I'd love to hear your recommendations for any novels that you've read lately. Insert smiley face.
If anyone has read any of Rand's novels, it would come to be very surprising that I would even read a Christian book after. I suppose I didn't realize this until I finished reading Anthem. It was then that my curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know if Rand was an atheist. Funny, right? I ended up visiting her website for more information on the background of the very deceased Rand - Anthem was released in 1938; Atlas Shrugged was released in 1957, putting Rand's birth date in the 1900's - and found it very enlightening.
Her response in an interview with Playboy (how convenient) on her view of religion went like so:
Rand:
Qua religion, no—in the sense of blind belief, belief unsupported by, or contrary to, the facts of reality and the conclusions of reason. Faith, as such, is extremely detrimental to human life: it is the negation of reason. But you must remember that religion is an early form of philosophy, that the first attempts to explain the universe, to give a coherent frame of reference to man’s life and a code of moral values, were made by religion, before men graduated or developed enough to have philosophy.
Oh, boy. Well, I suppose I could have gathered that outlook from Anthem and its strict moral code of man being restricted by man and/or gods, and Rand writing how no one should ever have these restrictions. However, I did not get the same feel from Atlas Shrugged, although she did throw out a few choice point-of-views on God throughout the book. As far as Atlas Shrugged, I took the book to be more directed at man being on his own and making his own, therefore, earning his own. Understandable. 1,168 pages of understanding. What ever novel, it is painfully obvious that Rand is against the effort of helping out anyone beyond herself; just read any of her novels and her focus of being anti-social.
It almost makes you wonder the type of person Rand was. Did she ever have friends or a social life for that matter? I don't even want to question the act of her even being a mother figure. Anyway, outside of her anti-everything, she is a great writer. I would definitely recommend Atlas Shrugged to any bookworm, and Anthem to anyone whose ego suits them well - there's irony in that statement.
For the manifesto by Rob Bell, Jesus Wants to Save Christians, I would recommend this to any new Christian who would like to get a better understanding of the Old Testament. The book truly helped me out when it came to finding the compassion within myself and do-something mentality to help out others. The only disagreement I had with the book was the liberal agenda that Bell pressed. He was a mere two words from saying "I really dislike George W. Bush" but you can't really do that as a Christian author, so he chose to beat around the bush. Clever.
All-in-all, I'm a bookworm and if you're bookworm, I'd love to hear your recommendations for any novels that you've read lately. Insert smiley face.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Let the God times roll.
I'll blame my lack of blogging to my little bones and their inability to adjust to the little stresses of life, or I'll admit that I just haven't been quite motivated to break out my ticklers and type. Nonetheless, my ticklers and bones are ready to share something amazing that has been happening in my life lately.
It's no secret that I am a Christian and I love God more than I could ever put into words. Lately, God has been moving in my life, but in a crazy, drastic way. He's literally pushing and pulling me out of my box so much. The first incident happened a little over a month ago and that one made me open my eyes and just yesterday, the second incident happened which has still left me in awe.
The first incident occurred while I was actually at church. It wasn't like some moment of in the midst of praying and falling to my knees deal, it was more along the lines of me not having any idea what was going on - this typically happens when God intervenes suddenly. I walked into Reformation, our church's high school ministry, and I knew something was off. I couldn't pinpoint it, but I just did not feel comfortable, and I never feel that way when I walk in there. As I sat down, I realized how uncomfortable I was and just decided to head into the main epicentre where the adults are for Thursday night service. As I walked in, I found a seat and began to get into service when I started look around. My eyes then were on two very bored girls in the row in front of me. It was at the exact moment I was like Um, God, am I supposed to invite them to Reformation?
Before that is answered, one must understand that I am not the person to step outside of my little box of my relationship with God... I found it so embarrassing; I was just scared to come off annoying.
Moving on, as I was asking this in my head, before I knew it, my arm was reaching out and tapping on one of the young girls shoulder. It was like that that both of the girls got up and happily agreed to get out of the adult service and join me in Reformation. Alyssa and Brittany have been going for the past month now and absolutely love it. I love them so much.
Then there was the incident of yesterday. This specific incident that, I believe, pulled me out of my box of comfort Christianity. I got out of class early yesterday and debated with myself if I should go to my next class or not in celebration of making my way through a horrible History test and finishing my horrific History paper. I opted with not going to World Cinema class - we were only watching a movie - and just to go home. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw a woman struggling to make her way home on a bike with her book bag hanging over. I was merely taking compassion from the comfort of my air conditioned car, wishing she had a ride. As I drove off from the light, this particular lady had made it some way down the sidewalk-less, two lane road. I instantly was hit with the action of giving her a ride home. I wasn't even thinking of the risks, because at that moment, it didn't even matter. Instead, I kept driving, telling myself it was just my thoughts getting to me and if I continued to think this I would turn around. Well, I ended up turning around and when I was making my second U-turn, I was asking God if this is really what I'm supposed to do, just make a clearing in this crazy traffic for me to get her. Then... there was my clearing. There was no traffic on either side.
I lost my breathe for a second.
Then I pulled over, she put her bike in my trunk and I drove her to her home - which turned out to be miles and miles and miles away. Roseanna, I would soon to find out her name, had just been praying for some kind of miracle to even survive on Ridge Road. She called me her little angel and our entire conversation was a spill of God and how amazing He is. Turned out that Rosanna even attends my church, but with car and family problems lately, it's been difficult to attend. She then had an instant epiphany that if she's willing to ride her bike that far for school, why not church? The whole ride I let her talk and I listened and just wanted to encourage her. When I dropped her off, she thanked me and said she would see me at church.
It's these little, but big things that have been occurring in my life recently. These situations that are magnificently given and then I take hold - having in mind what God wants me to do. They're changing me from the inside out. I have so much compassion driving me that I feel I could move a boulder, and I really could not do it without God. So with that said, let the God times roll.
It's no secret that I am a Christian and I love God more than I could ever put into words. Lately, God has been moving in my life, but in a crazy, drastic way. He's literally pushing and pulling me out of my box so much. The first incident happened a little over a month ago and that one made me open my eyes and just yesterday, the second incident happened which has still left me in awe.
The first incident occurred while I was actually at church. It wasn't like some moment of in the midst of praying and falling to my knees deal, it was more along the lines of me not having any idea what was going on - this typically happens when God intervenes suddenly. I walked into Reformation, our church's high school ministry, and I knew something was off. I couldn't pinpoint it, but I just did not feel comfortable, and I never feel that way when I walk in there. As I sat down, I realized how uncomfortable I was and just decided to head into the main epicentre where the adults are for Thursday night service. As I walked in, I found a seat and began to get into service when I started look around. My eyes then were on two very bored girls in the row in front of me. It was at the exact moment I was like Um, God, am I supposed to invite them to Reformation?
Before that is answered, one must understand that I am not the person to step outside of my little box of my relationship with God... I found it so embarrassing; I was just scared to come off annoying.
Moving on, as I was asking this in my head, before I knew it, my arm was reaching out and tapping on one of the young girls shoulder. It was like that that both of the girls got up and happily agreed to get out of the adult service and join me in Reformation. Alyssa and Brittany have been going for the past month now and absolutely love it. I love them so much.
Then there was the incident of yesterday. This specific incident that, I believe, pulled me out of my box of comfort Christianity. I got out of class early yesterday and debated with myself if I should go to my next class or not in celebration of making my way through a horrible History test and finishing my horrific History paper. I opted with not going to World Cinema class - we were only watching a movie - and just to go home. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw a woman struggling to make her way home on a bike with her book bag hanging over. I was merely taking compassion from the comfort of my air conditioned car, wishing she had a ride. As I drove off from the light, this particular lady had made it some way down the sidewalk-less, two lane road. I instantly was hit with the action of giving her a ride home. I wasn't even thinking of the risks, because at that moment, it didn't even matter. Instead, I kept driving, telling myself it was just my thoughts getting to me and if I continued to think this I would turn around. Well, I ended up turning around and when I was making my second U-turn, I was asking God if this is really what I'm supposed to do, just make a clearing in this crazy traffic for me to get her. Then... there was my clearing. There was no traffic on either side.
I lost my breathe for a second.
Then I pulled over, she put her bike in my trunk and I drove her to her home - which turned out to be miles and miles and miles away. Roseanna, I would soon to find out her name, had just been praying for some kind of miracle to even survive on Ridge Road. She called me her little angel and our entire conversation was a spill of God and how amazing He is. Turned out that Rosanna even attends my church, but with car and family problems lately, it's been difficult to attend. She then had an instant epiphany that if she's willing to ride her bike that far for school, why not church? The whole ride I let her talk and I listened and just wanted to encourage her. When I dropped her off, she thanked me and said she would see me at church.
It's these little, but big things that have been occurring in my life recently. These situations that are magnificently given and then I take hold - having in mind what God wants me to do. They're changing me from the inside out. I have so much compassion driving me that I feel I could move a boulder, and I really could not do it without God. So with that said, let the God times roll.
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