Mirror:

I have never met an opponent as formidible as Myself. When I wrestle with him I cannot seem to win or lose because I am no better or worse than him... instead I only get worn. I need someone else on my team.

Stories:

It's been rather quiet around here. Too quiet. So I'm going to call you out. Tell a random story of something that happened three, four, or five years ago in your life. C'mon... it's fun!

My freshman year, I was really starting to get into Third Day. I had picked up a couple of their albums and watched their Offerings tour on DVD. Some time in the spring, I found out that they were going to be playing in the Patriot Center on George Mason's campus. So naturally, I picked up a ticket... a general admission floor ticket. The concert fell on a Sunday and I had my parents drop me off after church. But get this- me, being the responsible person I am, forgot to bring my ticket with me. I called Zach, since he was coming to the concert as well, and he picked it up from my room. The plan was that he'd find me in line and hand it off. So I got there three hours early, a product of going right after church but also so I would get an awesome spot. I was sort of the first person there; there were four youngish (just graduating from college) people who found the entrance right at the same time I did. We sat and talked about being TD fans and chit chatted about our backgrounds and the such. We passed the time playing a few games and actually doing some arts and crafts... and watching the line grow behind us as the 7:00 opening approached. Of course, I was freaking out... sitting at the front of the line with no ticket to get in. The doors opened and Zach was still on the way. As my four new friends walked in they told me they'd try and save me a spot, but I wasn't really understanding much while watching the entire crowd go past me. I was about to cry.
So I waited and watched until around 7:30, Zach delivers with my ticket and we enter onto the floor at the back of the crowd. I listened to the openers with not much interest, trying to see if I could see any of those four people towards the front. We were simply too far away and there were too many people in front of us. Now, I don't believe in butting in line and I'll probably be the last person you'd see making any sort of confrontational move for my own advantage. But I put on my brave face and sucked it up. I deserved a better spot. As they were setting up for Third Day, I slank my way towards the front with minimal problem. Soon, I spotted my people... indeed they had saved a spot for me... on the rail! That's right, the very front and center spot. I was so amazed... I still am. I enjoyed the best concert of my life that night. Third Day put on a spectacular show and then led us in worship. So thank you Dave, Leslie, Sam and Beth if you're somewhere out there in cyberspace. Ya'll are amazing people who I'll never forget.

That's my story. Your turn.

Dolls:

I love, love, love, LOVE this musical. Currently watching Guys and Dolls on DVD. As far as I'm concerned, there's only one production version that exists. Good ole Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando. It's one of those movies I could watch (or soundtracks I could listen to) and never get tired of... sort of like Rent for some people *ahem*.

I think I'm going to make my goal of one day playing in the pit for a Guys and Dolls production official by putting it on my 43things. Here's my favorite song that I'd love to play some day:

Your eyes are the eyes of a woman in love,
and oh, how they give you away.
Why try to deny you're a woman in love?
When I know very well what I say.
I say no moon in the sky ever lent such a glow,
some flame deep within made them shine.
Those eyes are the eyes of a woman in love,
and may they gaze ever more into mine,
Crazily gaze evermore into mine.

The melody is absolutely beautiful. Note, though, it was specifically written into the movie version, and hence is not performed in most stage productions. Wouldn't it be great to randomly break out in song? What about an old fashion dance sequence?

Unproductive:

I have no excuses. I'm a lazy, good-for-nothing waste of spring break space. Next year I am planning the most spectacular extravaganza you have ever caught wind of and you're invited. So... got any ideas on what we're doing?

Gaze:

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you.

Irreparable:

The word has been stuck in my head all day.

The doctor said there's nothing that can be done. The damage is permanent...

Break:

I can already tell... I'm going to be incredibly bored. Unless, I find things to do.

Planned:
Bonfire at Mason's
Lunch with Esther

Anyone interested in going into DC to see the blossoms? Or hit up the Inner Harbor? An evening at Marlbrough... Guess Who? tournament? Rock climbing? What are good days to do these things?

Rich:

Surrounded by gold and silver,
I found the fourteen precious jewels.
But the diamond stole me,
And I didn't want to be rich.

Deep thought of the night: some songs mean so much more when it's warm outside. Oh Maryland, you tease.

Butterfly:

I can't color the world myself.

I don't want to do it on my own.

Confession:

I used to make up words that sounded magical, sounds that no one else in the history of the world could have thought to utter... all in hopes that I would discover a magic spell. I was reading a lot of fiction back then.

Warm:

This weather just makes me so happy!

All I wanted to do all day was just go climbing. Oh man, like you wouldn't believe.

Wings:

Oh if only I could fly.

I saw the X-men 3 trailer again tonight and was outright envious of Angel's wings. Before Angel turns evil (in the comic and cartoon series) and becomes Archangel, he has a pair of glorious feathered wings. Now, the ability to fly and have wings is not the best power to have in the Marvel world. Seriously, there are a lot of more powerful and useful mutant powers out there to choose from, but wings would just be straight up enjoyable. Soaring high in the sky, how cool. Oh, plus they look really neat and automatically give an aura of majesty.

This is the sort of delusional dreaming I start doing due to sleep deprivation.

Ago:

Two years and two days ago. From reading my blog, I realize that day to be a pretty big milestone in my life. It was the first time I got to sit down with Ronny for a dinner date. My college experience would be nothing like what it is today had I not taken him out to eat at Adele's that Wednesday evening. I can even recall bits of the wisdom that he instilled in me through the conversation we had over that delicious meal. Since then, I have learned more life lessons from him than I can count. It's pretty amazing when I think about it... I couldn't ask for more in a Brother. I miss those days when everything seemed new, but I can appreciate the distance I've covered in the time passed. I think that's enough flashbacking for now.

Code:

Where would you see:
3.8 Lpf/1.0 gpf
? I think it's sort of amusing.

Lovely:

I'm not an insulter.

I had dinner with Dede today. He's so fresh. And such a zombie. I'm going to turn that into a compliment... you'll see one day... everyone will be using it.

(I can't find any sign language translations for the word 'zombie', unfortuntately.)

Unfound:

Lord, help my unbelief.