A few random facts about life...

1. I stink at blogging.
2. Honey buns are not good for you.
3. The radio never plays the songs you want it to.
4. Cotton is a really good scent.
5. Double chocolate muffins fix most everything.
6. Who thought of flavored water?
7. Flowers are nice to draw.
8. People are not.
9. Mustaches are odd.
10. Lint rollers were a great invention.
11. There are Christmas trees everywhere!

Youth Pastor? Band Leader?

Tonight at school we had 33 Miles in concert. Which was sweet. And they ended with an awesome rendition of Footloose. But I digress. The point is there is a very fine, almost invisable line between being a band guy and a youth guy.

1. The Hair. This is certainly the most important element. Unless they are large and bald, they all have the exact same haircut. I heard awhile back that guys were going in and asking for Justin Bieber-esc haircuts. I think it's pretty much the same with band/youth guys. They go into their barber (are they even still called that?) and ask for a rock star cut. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's generally golden blond of dark brown. Looks like hat hair + bed head. Loosely spikey. Men over 28 use it to try and look like they're still in college.

2. Skinny jeans. I have nothing against them. I wear them from time to time myself. Some guys can pul it off some can't. If you can, then more power to you.

3. Skinny ties. This is a new fad that a lot of the youth pastors haven't quite caught onto yet. Jason from 33 Miles has though. So has Josh Wilson. Get with the times, please.

4. Converse. You just cannot go wrong. It really doesn't matter what you're wearing, Converse match. Skinny jeans, gym shorts, dresses, you name it. Stick with basic black, unless you go to a liberal church or belong to a wilder band. Or if you work at carnivals. That applies, too.

5. Denim jackets. Why? I don't know. It's just needed. These come in basic blue or black. Black is of course cooler.


In other news...what is it about having a guitar that makes people walk around and dance weirdly on stage?

That is so not real.

A very interesting discussion ensued in Drawing 1 Section 2 the other day. What was it about?

Art.

Duh, I mean it is an art class, after all.

More specifically, Mrs. Instructor said she hates it when people buy cheap decor just to "match their sofa." She said that her daughter had purchased a couple of prints from Hobby Lobby for her house, but she told said daughter that she did not like them.

Why?

Because they weren't real. They were done by an artist. They were 1 out of 5 hundred thousand billion.

Now I, being an art major myself, am not really sure of my stance on this particular topic. Yes, it is more cool and legit when it's one of a kind art from a sweet personwhohasastudiodressesfunnyandalwayshaspaintintheirhairorchalkontheirfingers. However, some people are poor, and just need a nice picture or two to help disguise their state of poorness, and/or make things look pretty.

But (never start a sentence with a coordinating conjunction, but this is where it gets good) how often do we do that in our lives? Not only do we buy the fake stuff to put on our walls, but I think we also keep the fake stuff around in our lives. We do nice things and pretend we love Jesus, but how often is it just an act? (Drat, I use the word "but" way too often...also the word "often") We want others to see how utterly awesome we are, we don't want to dissappoint people, so what do we do? We fake it.

Well guess what. People make be faked out, but God isn't.

Oh snap.

P to the R to the O-B-L-E-M

God doesn't care what super nice things you are doing. He cares how and why you are doing it. And news flash: doing it so other people will notice your awesomeness is not a good reason. Sorry.

So. I really can't care less about what you decorate with (Unless it's super ugly). However, God cares what you "decorate" your life with.

So make sure it's all real.

2 weeks, and I get to sleep in

Thanksgiving break. 2 weeks. Who's excited? Obviously, sleep is not the only thing I'm excited for. But it's up there on the list. Along with bacon, curly fries, and omelets I can't afford. But after all, what are friends, family, and boyfriends for? Just kidding.

By the way, the research paper is being done on cyber bullying. Stink, I need to start it. Did I mention my Comp prof plays tuba in the army band?

I like Missouri. Why? Because there are concerts out the wazoo here, of course.

I was asked the other day what we do to pass the time here. I said we go to Walmart and we take pictures. By that I don't mean we take pictures at Walmart. We do, however, spend lots of money we shouldn't.

Dude. I just dropped my ring on the floor, and instead of rolling away, it just kind of plopped down like on the Fellowship. How awesome is that? Very, I say. Speaking of, the Hobbit actually has a cast now, and they might just start filming in my lifetime.

Who invented Algebra lab?

It makes no sense to me.

Not that I'm complaining. Entertaining stuff goes down in that computer lab from approx 12:21 pm, to anywhere from 12:42-1:36 pm every Thursday. Theoretically, computer labs are quiet places. Which one guy who sits by me is. The other one, however, is "8,000 years" older than the rest of us, and likes to share his vast store of knowledge with the rest of us. AKA slopes, exponents, etc.

On an unrelated note, Daniel is sitting on the other side of the lab looking confused. No, I am not creeping. He is sitting in plain sight, thank you. And on the other side is that guy from math who borrowed my pen and never gave it back. I'm not bitter at all. Really

Question: Is it ok to buy clothes by Miley Cyrus as long as you don't tell anyone? She obviously doesn't wear her label, it covers too much. So if it's cute, and it's cheap, and no one finds out by your roommate...is it safe?

Maybe that's what I should write my paper on. Miley is a controversial subject, right? Bah. We have to write arguementative research papers for Comp, and I really don't know what to do mine on. At the moment I'm considering the legit-ness of OCD, for lack of a better subject. I was going to do abortion or physician assisted suicide or something, but we aren't allowed to use morality-based topics. Sad-ness. So then I was going to do global warming, only every thing I've found is pretty much one-sided. So what, I'm supposed to argue with myself? I think not. All of the other good topics have been taken, i.e. seatbelts in buses, video games and school violence, etc. Maybe I'll do it on school bullying or something like that. How that's an arguement, I'm not sure. I guess I could argue that it's a problem, but that's a bit of a duh factor, don't you think?

4 hours. 3 people.

That's right. I'm sitting at work and that is the grand total. Why? Because I was dumb enough to schdule myself during the homecoming game. Oh well. I have all of my homework for the next 4 days done. Just had a nice conversation with a random guy. Stuck some post it notes in random places.

This morning some of us walked a mile backwards. We thought it might be fun. Actually, we had a sign that was supposed to go on the back of the float, but it didn't work out, so we just carried it behind. T'was great fun. Our brother dorm won 1st, and we came out with 2nd. Mainly because they had smurfs and Jedi.:)

P.S. Dorm chats don't make a lot of sense, but they are very catchy.

For the sake of blogging

Jason and Brendan said I should blog about something. However, I don't remember what that something was, so therefore I cannot blog about it. Sad day. Oh well. Such is life I suppose.

On the bright side, I got 99% on my last Design project.

On the downside, my puck rocker self died in English today. I did, however, get a few votes. No, I did not vote for myself.

Math is evil. That is all there is to it.