He's Just Not That Into Me...

February has once again thrust its grimy little fingers through my heart.

Once again it reminds me that I'm single and will most likely be spending the big holiday of the month alone with some girl friends crying our way through a chick flick, wondering where all the good men are at and why they're not falling all over us.

My mail box will most likely only hold a love note from my mom and dad and it's highly unlikely that my "Crush" bought me a "Crush" or a lollypop, or a flower or whatever the heck else some random group on campus is selling to remind me of my singleness and aparent top notch repulsion abilities.

There is this boy, that I very much like.

I told him about 2 months ago how great I think he is and he said he saw us just being friends.

I like being his friend and am therefore willing to in fact JUST be his friend, but I can't help but wonder what it is that makes him just not that into me.

I know that I'm not perfect. I'm not the skinniest or the prettiest. The smartest or the funniest, but I am a jem.

I am worth pursuing, worth getting to know....

I hate Valentines Day...

I hate the way it makes me feel like I'm not good enough to love.

It's not fair!
I am determined to have a good February 14th this year.

I am going to look great, feel great, and be great.

It is his loss if he doesn't see how great I am and want to get to know me better.

Maybe next year...

(I'll still hold onto the hope that I get a "crush" from my "crush" or a lollipop from someone special, or a flower from a secret admirer.)

The Sin Inside Me

So the trouble is not with the law, for it is spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to sin. I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate. But if I know that what I am doing is wrong, this shows that I agree that the law is good. So I am not the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it. And I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. I want to do what is right, but I can’t. I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway. But if I do what I don’t want to do, I am not really the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it. I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord. So you see how it is: In my mind I really want to obey God’s law, but because of my sinful nature I am a slave to sin.

Romans 7:14-25

Take Me For A Joyride!

Life is always an adventure.

I love it!

It seems like I've been finding a lot of adventure recently, it's either that or my Senioritis has set in and I just want to spend my last few months here enjoying people and things that I won't be able to do when real adulthood kicks in.

Sunday night after work a couple friends and I "borrowed" a shopping cart from Price Cutter... It was for a class project about Homelessness, but it is going down in history as one of the greatest memories I've made at Evangel thus far.

Yesterday we were hit with ice and sleet making the roads slick. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to venture out to a friends house for pizza, movies, and an adventure. We made it successfully to the house with only one mishap. That being me sliding into someone's front yard, and driving through their grass to regain control of good 'ole Pearl (my car)! It was really scary I was just lucky they didn't have any trees or vehicles I could have slammed into.

Later in the evening we decided to go play in the mess outside. We ventured into the unknown, AKA a drainage tunnel that fills during heavy rains, most of the year it is empty and dry. While inside the tunnel we found a smaller tunnel and decided to see where it led. About 100 yards in it got scary and we decided it would be best to turn around. Of course the guys I was with decided to freak me out, so I'm franticly crawling though this, "man hole" sized tunnel to get to safety. At the end I was pushed out and I didn't get my feet planted just right when I catapulted to the ground and landed on my ankle wrong. It really hurt, but I walked it off. And then walked some more and about 2 hours later finally got back to the house to take some I.B. Prufen. Luckily the 18 degree weather acted as a giant atmospheric ice pack and kept it from swelling too bad. Unfortunately this morning, I woke up with a balloon for an ankle. Yay for spraining your ankle on an adventure!

Regardless it was a blast and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
As soon as my ankle heals of course...

So I think I'll continue to take life for a joy ride...
at least this week!

Static

The weather/atmosphere/whatever here in Missouri really messes with my hair and I am not too happy about it. I look like my hair got in a fight with a balloon and lost.

Also the cold makes my nose runny which is not very exciting. Actually it is quite frustrating to have to always have a kleenex on hand.
It all kind of reminds me of the 2 year old version of myself, playing at the park in the winter. We all know what slides to do fine hair...

I hate it when your hair gets static and sticks to your face, hands, and whatever else you use to try to move is...at least as an adult I know tricks to make it a little less static. When I was 2 I had no idea what to do and it'd get in my runny nose and well...you get the picture. Somehow though people still thought I was cute.

Too bad static hair and runny noses are only cute when you're 2 and playing at the park...

The Trip From Hades

So I am currently typing from St. Louis' Lambert Airport. I arrived here at about 6:30pm central time, ate some dinner. Rented a movie from the red box, watched it and then found out that my flight (which was scheduled to leave at 9pm) would be about four hours late.

This wouldn't be so bad if St. Louis wasn't a whopping three hour drive from Springfield.

Seriously...

I am trying to figure out what the heck I am doing sitting here. By the time I land in Springfield around 1am I will have sat for approximately 12 hours, that's including the two hour time change. I arrived at Sea-Tac Airport at 11am Pacific time and will have spent a whole 3.5 hours on an airplane and 9 hours waiting for one...

My back is killing me, I'm hungry and all the places are now closed, I had to pay $8 just to use the internet, and I'm tired. I know I'm whining, but seriously, this is ridiculous. I could have driven to Springfield twice in the amount of time I've waited for this plane.

I really should ask for double the airline miles or something...