leap day!

I thought I'd post on leap day just so I can make a tradition (maybe..?) that I'll only have to remember every 4 years.

Leap days are ussually passed over easily as an essential part of the 4 year calender, created just to keep us on track in the sense of numbers and dates and such. I guess it might have something to do with the rotation of the earth in relation to the sun, but I'm sure if, or how it would, so I'll leave the technicalities to those who actually know without looking it up wikipedia. But anyway, while leap days are passed over as a regular day I realized this year that really they're a blessing. To have another day in the year to be able to spend enjoying your blessings. To enjoy friends and family, and for this time of year, another day of education. I really did not enjoy school much until I read a post on a certain person's blog and realized how much I was ignoring as unecessary work. And though yes, it is unnecessary, it gives me the leg up in the culture I live in, today. Somehow I want to make today the different leapyear extra day. Do something special for someone. hmm.

Enjoy your extra day! :)

patience is a virtue

Patience. I can hear my mom saying it. If she were here she'd probably be telling me that right now. Tonight, I go on an adventure. And I can't wait.

I seriously cannot. I mean maybe being tired will be a big downside, but its not like you can't deal with tiredness. Hm.

1:30pm. Hm. 11 hours until it starts. Approximately 18.5 hours after that I'll be done. Who knows what emotions will be pumping through me by then.

Right now its joy, and a lot of excitement, mixed with a bit of frustration and a little sadness. Over all it makes for a rather lobsided equation on the part of excitement.

Thank you, Keith.

(p.s. the my blog clock is sadly out of time)

'06 I believe

You showed how to be myself
Not to worry of others thoughts
Even when I’m the outsider
I’ll remember what you said
Even if you didn’t realize it
I saw myself in parts of you
And thought of how I could be
Now I am much of that person
I used to hide in a shell
And collect plastic turtles
Know I like to talk
And ‘collect’ friends
I’m not as shy
And I sort of like parties
I do wild stuff
I hug like I mean it
And I don’t mind romantics
I now actually sing
Because when you sing it makes me want to
I’m not scared to be myself
Because now I’d rather be hated for who I am
Then loved for who I’m not
You took me all this way
Let me help you too

i may, or may not, redo my room.

i'll probably delete my facebook before the month is out.
i'll check and make sure i deleted myspace while i'm at it.
i'll delete my other blogs, and likely leave this one to gather virtual dust.

msn will get used, and gmail will keep pace.

other than that, I may, or may not, redo my online connection usage.

call it what you like, but RC has left the building.

logic is a bummer sometimes

Its been exactly 2 months since I last wrote. Sometimes I feel as though when I'm writing on my blog I have to say the thing that everyone will like. The thing that everyone with read, which they don't, and like, and comment positively. When you write something that you want other people to like, its mainly not what you believe. And you're likely not very passionate about it. I was thinking about this the other day, and if you're passionate about something you can still be convincing despite the fact that some people may not like what you're saying. Its like Matthew, an ex-tax collector, the ultimate public sinner. The sort of person you would think once out of the job would go hide himself in a hole and feel sorry for his lack of friends. But no, somehow when Jesus comes along and pulls him out of his job and says follow me, he goes, and definately doesn't hang around in some boring old hole. His life becomes a quest to loving others and passionate preaching, telling of the turning point of his life and bringing the truth message to the hurting. That sort of transformation simply isn't logically doable. Its like God is saying to me that despite the fact transformation and passionate belief isn't 'possible', He can do everything. Change me from being the logic addict into a child like believer of His love. Sometimes I wish I wasn't pumped with 'God knowledge' from day one. Don't get me wrong, I love living in a Christian home, having grown up in a love cocoon, but sometimes I think that starting out in an entirely hopeless situation would have me more willing to jump at the logically impossible. Wanting to fall in love with Jesus, a want that's distracting. It makes me feel cliche and hypocritical to talk about faith and God's unimaginable love for me, this way, but I know its the truth, why can't I drop the knowledge from my head to my heart? It keeps getting stuck in my throat with the words that I try to choke back.

Ironically, convictions have just knocked me over the head.

I mentioned it previously, but I'm currently reading the book "Growing up Christian". I haven't really been taking much of a genuine interest in it, as I discarded it as 'to-be-read-school-literature', but I will, because this point is valid, and it makes me wonder what I've missed so far.

This weeks' chapter is on convictions of faith, and if your beliefs are faith based and personally established. Nearing the end of the chapter I came upon a group of questions with which I will follow more comments.

1. What would you say to someone who asked why you believe God exists?

2. What would you say to someone who asked why you believe the Bible is true?

3. What would you say to someone who asked how to tell whether something is right or wrong or whether something is true of false?

4. What would you say to someone who asked why it is wrong to lie?

5. What would you say to someone who asked how you know heaven is real?

6. What would you say to someone who asked you how you know Satan is real?

7. What would you say to someone who asked why you believe Christianity is true and other faiths (such as Mormon, Jehovah's Witness, and Islamic faiths) are false?

8. What would you say to someone who asked why you attend church every Sunday?

9. What would you say to someone who asked how you know Jesus truly was God and wasn't just a great prophet?

10. What would you say to someone who asked why you are a Christian?

I know I would be at a significant loss of words. At least right now. I want to change that.

To leave you with a thought, how about you, how would you answer?

An old, stooped man of a shuffling gate advanced slowly down the shelf lined hall. A particularly bushy and greyed mustache took up a prominent stature, this was topped by tired, but clear blue eyes. The wrinkles on his face rolled over each other, but the look of the face was friendly and laughing. He sat in a cushioned chair, settling slowly. He sat, seemingly motionless, unyet, he was not, for his eyes followed the small children as they scurried about the shelves, his face creased by a smile of appreciation for their activity and his peace. He sat for about an hour until he unhurriedly made his exit. He carried no books, and no evident benefit, but for the far away look on his face as he traced back through the memories of his childhood, his siblings, then later his own family, and even after that, the grandchildren. And now the children at the library.


I saw this man at work, obviously, and though was unable to talk to him, observed him most of the time he remained there. That which I would not know from his looks is obviously a ficticious add-on from my imagination, but it is quite interesting to think of such, in such a way.