Churches:

Every time I visit a new church I tend to try and examine it relative to my own (this usually happens during the car ride home). I've gone to the same church all of my life, so I really enjoy experiencing different styles so I can expand my perspective. The easiest way to classify a church is to look into how conservative or liberal they are. What exactly does conservative or liberal mean? I don't know. Sometimes it's more of a feeling. Neither is necessarily better, but they're just different.

Anyway, the point I originally intended to make was that I like grassroots churches; churches that are started by people and ran by the community. This past Sunday I got the chance to attend Jay's church, called Horizons. Definitely a younger crowd than I'm used to (the average age at my church might be in the 60's), but I could sort of feel that the church exists because of the people. That is to say, the church doesn't exist because of the programs or because of the pastor or leaders. Unlike Lakewood. I probably shouldn't bash that church as much as I do, but oh well.

I hope within the next year to see more churches. Cedar Ridge had a hippy flavor to it. Keith's church in Lancaster had a neat conservative feel, though I noted that I was the only minority in a crowd of about 200. Maranatha I hit up on a snow day so I'm not really sure what a typical service there might be like. If you would like to take me to your home church, I would love to tag along. I promise that I won't be as critical as I am here.

Napoleon:

"In life, we are kings and pawns."

Name that movie.

I'm on a movie watching spree. I like corn and gummy bears.

Ordered:

Go now, you are forgiven.

2301:

2301 as I know it... I'm gonna miss you.

Huh:

Do you ever have one of those nights where you lay down in bed to go to sleep and just think to yourself, "What just happened?"

These past few nights have sort of been like that.

Eclectic:

What an eclectic day.
1. Wake up and study, study.
2. Celebrating Jenn's birthday at Chevy's
3. Spend several hours at the Crazy House, making up games with a large hair band and a racquetball with Jeff, Jason, and Jayme. I'm really surprised how entertained we could be.
4. Visit Limestone as they smoked hookah and cigars. I've never been a fan of putting anything but good, clean air inside of my lungs, though I don't mind hanging out in the smoke.
5. Spectated several games of beer pong at home. We've never had beer pong here.
Now I've been up way too late. Tomorrow holds another exam and maybe a late evening in the fountains.

p.s. the boys downstairs seem pretty krunked... though Jayme was extremely high this evening even though she didn't have a drop of alcohol so maybe my judgement is off.

Camp:

I'm excited about Chapter Camp... but far, far, far from being ready for it.

Rage:

A lot of times I wish I could just get in an argument with some people. In that rage and anger, we would just blurt out all of the truth and built up frustations. It seems like it's the healthy thing to do in a relationship. But I just can't seem to do it. I don't have the confrontationabilitiness to do it. There are only a few things that would make me want to punch someone in the face (I'm not telling you what they are because then you'd try to test me), but there may be even fewer things that would make me raise my voice. I suppose I could work on being more confrontational, but I don't think it really fits me. Kind of like how those jeans look really good on you, but wouldn't really work well on me since I'm a funny shape.

Dreams:

"But if I had had a minute for every hour that I wasted I’d be rich in time
I’d be doing fine
Cause without you I was broken
But I’d rather be broke down with you by my side"

In a Jack mood right now. I think I read somewhere that Jack sometimes goes into some small local coffee shops on the islands and plays live music during the day. Maybe I'll see him around and I'll give him the chin-pop-acknowledgement, then say "sup Jack". He'd then write a song about me and put it in his next album. Yup. That's exactly what'll happen.

Zombie:

Hmm, going zombie wouldn't be so bad. You don't feel anything, and you get to feast on human flesh all day. Or all night maybe. Plus, I've decided that it's not a bad look for me.

Passive:

Apparently, I don't deal with frustration well.

On a completely separate note, why am I up so late when I have to get up early tomorrow morning? I was practicing folding t-shirts...

Hanging:

Sorry I've left ya'll hanging. I've been doing a lot of hanging myself lately.

Random:

A few random thoughts:

-Some girl was crying and venting on her guy friend about how her boyfriend just dumped her by the ODK fountain today. She sounded so irrational. I found that I had little compassion for her given the segments that I overheard (hey, I was sitting there first); I'm not sure if that's a bad thing.

- I stopped trying to go to sleep at 2:30 AM on Sunday morning to go walk around DC. Roberto wanted to find something to eat and he was about to roam around by himself. I knew of only one place that would be open within a 6 mile radius, and he was about to start walking in the wrong direction. If he had gone alone, I would have given him a 78% chance survival rating... which isn't bad, but not great. I've never walked around DC at 2:30 in the morning.

- In light of the competition on Saturday, we have really stepped things up around here. It's gotten to the point where it has become difficult to do simple tasks like opening a can of soda.

- I absolutely love getting wedding invitations. This is only my second (personally addressed invite to me). They're just so pretty and have so many parts. Somehow putting a single sentence of information on a separate piece of cardstock makes the whole invitation more exciting.

- Meredith, Esther, James, and I are MD Day beasts.