Thoughts for the Day:
1. Harry Potter never disappoints--I finished the 7th one for the 4th time, and I still got sad when it was over. I even got all giddy and excited when Harry killed Voldemort, and the scene where Kreacher storms in with the other house elves and yells "Fight for my master!" gets me every time. :D Call me lame if you want; I just can't help it! I'm pretty sure I'll be a Potter Fanatic for life. Ya got me, JK Rowling.
2. Just have to say--I grow very, very, very weary of cold weather in the morning, then warmth in the afternoon, followed by cold again at night. Seriously. Spring needs to arrive and STAY. And yeah, driving through Mississippi in SNOW during MARCH is just wrong. WRONG, people, WRONG!
3. It is impossible for me to make an A in an upper level literature class. Granted, I am only in my third at the moment. Alas, it will be my third B. Now, I'm not complaining about B's. I love them. I'm just stating an observation I made at lunch today when I reflected on my Short Story test score while trying to consume this weird noodle concoction the Caf served up.
4. Spewing lovely Fruit Punch Vitamin Water from your nose/mouth at the same time makes for a choking/sputtering/disgusting mess of a human being. Which is what I was when I laughed uproariously yesterday at something I thought in my head. Which made everyone around think I'm completely off my head.
5. Yesterday I called my friend Audra "Gwenette." Then I called her "Andrew." My Mind really is starting to go, as I found I could not form her name. Woe is me.
Spring for good, PLEASE?
No more thoughts for today. Ciao.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Dear Blog,
So sorry I have neglected you, school took me hostage. I am back, and I will try to update you more often. Thanks for understanding.
Love,
Brittany
Well I'm back! And I'm happy, because in 2 days I will finally be going home!!! It has been six long weeks, and I am beyond ready to depart this campus for a week. My Mom is making me chicken chili, potato soup, and pot roast--yummmm. My taste buds will finally be treated to something better than whatever the caf decides to scrape up.
So the last month and a half has had its highs and lows, like always. Highs: our trip to New Orleans to see Switchfoot and the French Quarter (which my sister Amy got to go on), Creative Writing Class, Alice in Wonderland 3D, and late night trips to IHOP. Lows: studying, tests, sitting on my brand new umbrella, bending it almost in half and rendering it useless (aren't I talented hahaha), and an unpleasant confrontation that I was forced into (I really hate those).
However, I won't let the lows outweigh the highs. Last night Kari Jobe came to MC, and the worship experience was so good I almost have no words.
She reminded us not to put anything above God; not to make anything bigger than Him--because no matter what it is, He can handle it and see us through. I had been forgetting that recently.
Kari also reminded me that the Bible says that when Satan throws thing after thing at us when we are down, hitting us with blow after blow, God RAISES HIS STANDARD. How comforting that is!
Yeah, that was exactly what I needed to hear. :)
Next time I update, I will probably be sitting at home, my tastebuds content and my mind on break from constantly thinking about school--Hallelujah!
So sorry I have neglected you, school took me hostage. I am back, and I will try to update you more often. Thanks for understanding.
Love,
Brittany
Well I'm back! And I'm happy, because in 2 days I will finally be going home!!! It has been six long weeks, and I am beyond ready to depart this campus for a week. My Mom is making me chicken chili, potato soup, and pot roast--yummmm. My taste buds will finally be treated to something better than whatever the caf decides to scrape up.
So the last month and a half has had its highs and lows, like always. Highs: our trip to New Orleans to see Switchfoot and the French Quarter (which my sister Amy got to go on), Creative Writing Class, Alice in Wonderland 3D, and late night trips to IHOP. Lows: studying, tests, sitting on my brand new umbrella, bending it almost in half and rendering it useless (aren't I talented hahaha), and an unpleasant confrontation that I was forced into (I really hate those).
However, I won't let the lows outweigh the highs. Last night Kari Jobe came to MC, and the worship experience was so good I almost have no words.
She reminded us not to put anything above God; not to make anything bigger than Him--because no matter what it is, He can handle it and see us through. I had been forgetting that recently.
Kari also reminded me that the Bible says that when Satan throws thing after thing at us when we are down, hitting us with blow after blow, God RAISES HIS STANDARD. How comforting that is!
Yeah, that was exactly what I needed to hear. :)
Next time I update, I will probably be sitting at home, my tastebuds content and my mind on break from constantly thinking about school--Hallelujah!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Happy February!
The good news: I have escaped the time warp. Last week went super fast, so I must be ok now. January is finally over. Thanks be to GOD. :D
The bad news: February means several things. One-- Tests, tests, tests. Two-- Valentines Day. (I'm not bitter or anything, but sometimes the mushy gushy couples all over this campus are a bit nauseating, and I'm sure they will be out in full force on the 14th.) However, Valentines Day does mean candy. So that's good. Three-- Just the month itself. I don't like it because it is in some awkward season in between winter/spring and it always seems to last forever, even though it is the shortest month. huh.
However, I am in a relatively happy mood thus far. Reasons? My creative writing class is amazing, it is two and a half hours long but I love every minute. My paper work finally came through, so now I will be working at the writing center for a little cash. No more poor college student for me! That is, unless I can't resist the temptation to use all my money eating sushi and fried rice at nagoya, which is how I blew all my money last month--it is just too delicious and I am weak.
Today, though, has been an entirely new level of awesome. I began it by dreaming that my roommate set the alarm wrong and I woke up at 9:30. My test was at 9:25. I jumped up immediately, but my eyes would not open all the way and I stumbled around like an insane person. To top it off, when I got to the bathroom the sink water was a nasty brown shade. When the real alarm woke me up from this dream at 8:15, I was very relieved. Then I laughed at myself. I made it to my Business Skills for Life Test with plenty of time, although I probably could have done a little better. But really, just look at the title of the class. Does it sound like a bundle of fun to you? Studying for that thing was like someone hammering nails in my head. But I did do ok. Then I got to go to Jazzmans, where I drank an entire vitamin water. You see, my eye and my left arm have been twitching on and off for 2 weeks. I feel like some sort of freakish creature, and it is beginning to drive me nuts. Someone told me to get some more Vitamin B, so I did. (Of course, someone else told me I need Calcium. Who knows.) At lunch, a caf worker shouted from the center of the room, "We've got chicken pot pie today Kiddies!!" He was very gleeful. "It is some GOOD STUFF, yes, yes yes." Then he sort of hopped around. I like him.
My chicken wrap was very satisfying. Then I went to class, where I learned all about old English monarchies, and we actually got out EARLY, which never happens. The true miracle of today, however, is what came next. I needed to do laundry very badly, as I got too lazy to do it yesterday. I prepared myself for battle. Girls are crazy here, very cut-throat. However, when I walked in....the peaceful sound of SILENCE greeted me. It was absolutely empty. I heard the Hallelujiah Chorus the entire time I loaded my clothes. And now I am drinking my peach green tea and successfully avoiding my homework.
So yes- Happy February, indeed!
The good news: I have escaped the time warp. Last week went super fast, so I must be ok now. January is finally over. Thanks be to GOD. :D
The bad news: February means several things. One-- Tests, tests, tests. Two-- Valentines Day. (I'm not bitter or anything, but sometimes the mushy gushy couples all over this campus are a bit nauseating, and I'm sure they will be out in full force on the 14th.) However, Valentines Day does mean candy. So that's good. Three-- Just the month itself. I don't like it because it is in some awkward season in between winter/spring and it always seems to last forever, even though it is the shortest month. huh.
However, I am in a relatively happy mood thus far. Reasons? My creative writing class is amazing, it is two and a half hours long but I love every minute. My paper work finally came through, so now I will be working at the writing center for a little cash. No more poor college student for me! That is, unless I can't resist the temptation to use all my money eating sushi and fried rice at nagoya, which is how I blew all my money last month--it is just too delicious and I am weak.
Today, though, has been an entirely new level of awesome. I began it by dreaming that my roommate set the alarm wrong and I woke up at 9:30. My test was at 9:25. I jumped up immediately, but my eyes would not open all the way and I stumbled around like an insane person. To top it off, when I got to the bathroom the sink water was a nasty brown shade. When the real alarm woke me up from this dream at 8:15, I was very relieved. Then I laughed at myself. I made it to my Business Skills for Life Test with plenty of time, although I probably could have done a little better. But really, just look at the title of the class. Does it sound like a bundle of fun to you? Studying for that thing was like someone hammering nails in my head. But I did do ok. Then I got to go to Jazzmans, where I drank an entire vitamin water. You see, my eye and my left arm have been twitching on and off for 2 weeks. I feel like some sort of freakish creature, and it is beginning to drive me nuts. Someone told me to get some more Vitamin B, so I did. (Of course, someone else told me I need Calcium. Who knows.) At lunch, a caf worker shouted from the center of the room, "We've got chicken pot pie today Kiddies!!" He was very gleeful. "It is some GOOD STUFF, yes, yes yes." Then he sort of hopped around. I like him.
My chicken wrap was very satisfying. Then I went to class, where I learned all about old English monarchies, and we actually got out EARLY, which never happens. The true miracle of today, however, is what came next. I needed to do laundry very badly, as I got too lazy to do it yesterday. I prepared myself for battle. Girls are crazy here, very cut-throat. However, when I walked in....the peaceful sound of SILENCE greeted me. It was absolutely empty. I heard the Hallelujiah Chorus the entire time I loaded my clothes. And now I am drinking my peach green tea and successfully avoiding my homework.
So yes- Happy February, indeed!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Time=Insanity.
Ahem.
I have only been back to school for a week and a half. Why does it feel like I have been here for 3 months? It is the strangest thing. I honestly feel like each day has lasted 10X the normal amount of time. Maybe I am going insane. Or perhaps I have been sucked into some sort of time warp, where time ticks more slowly. I wonder what effect this has on aging? What if in another month I escape from this time warp looking like I am 50 or something? That would be unfortunate.
Putting aside the fact that I am either losing my sanity or stuck in some freakish time warp, it has been a fairly dramatic semester so far. I'm sure you would love me to entertain you with juicy details of my exciting life, but alas I will not. You will have to guess at what has been happening. (Just don't let your imagination run too wild. I did not do anything illegal.) Let me just say this: it is going to be one interesting semester, and I will definitely need God to help me through the insanity.
Also, I have discovered some new music: Lydia. (Well I guess I should be honest-- I definitely had help "discovering" them. But what can I say, I am learning about conquistadors in history and my greedy thirst for glory took over.)
Another interesting tidbit I have learned so far this semester: The Caf has actually improved the quality of their chicken! Wow. Now I no longer have to worry about getting a disease after eating it.
And finally, I am just as clumsy in 2010 as I was in 2009. I have tripped, hit my elbow numerous times, and spilled cranberry juice on my shirt. (I think I spit something at one point too. It is a gross problem to have.) Too bad this stinking time warp couldn't have given me super powers. Fail, time warp. Fail.
I have only been back to school for a week and a half. Why does it feel like I have been here for 3 months? It is the strangest thing. I honestly feel like each day has lasted 10X the normal amount of time. Maybe I am going insane. Or perhaps I have been sucked into some sort of time warp, where time ticks more slowly. I wonder what effect this has on aging? What if in another month I escape from this time warp looking like I am 50 or something? That would be unfortunate.
Putting aside the fact that I am either losing my sanity or stuck in some freakish time warp, it has been a fairly dramatic semester so far. I'm sure you would love me to entertain you with juicy details of my exciting life, but alas I will not. You will have to guess at what has been happening. (Just don't let your imagination run too wild. I did not do anything illegal.) Let me just say this: it is going to be one interesting semester, and I will definitely need God to help me through the insanity.
Also, I have discovered some new music: Lydia. (Well I guess I should be honest-- I definitely had help "discovering" them. But what can I say, I am learning about conquistadors in history and my greedy thirst for glory took over.)
Another interesting tidbit I have learned so far this semester: The Caf has actually improved the quality of their chicken! Wow. Now I no longer have to worry about getting a disease after eating it.
And finally, I am just as clumsy in 2010 as I was in 2009. I have tripped, hit my elbow numerous times, and spilled cranberry juice on my shirt. (I think I spit something at one point too. It is a gross problem to have.) Too bad this stinking time warp couldn't have given me super powers. Fail, time warp. Fail.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
So a New Year Begins...
Yes, I am still here. And yes, I have failed at blogging so far, as I have only written one post.
But today is New Year's Eve, so I figured I should write one more time before the end of the year.
To sum up my year with one word--CHAOTIC.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be where I am today, I would have rolled my eyes and/or laughed. Just six months ago I was living in Mississippi, contently living my comfortable life. Change was a word that did not enter my mind--but of course it came anyway. My happy life was shattered, and it only took four words: "They're closing my office."
Suddenly, the future was cloudy. Everything began to pile up: my dad lost his job, we couldn't afford our house anymore, we'd have to move, we have 3 college tuitions to pay, and so on.
Of course, as the saying goes: when it rains, it pours.
Our beloved dog of 12 years died of kidney disease in September.
OH, and my car wreck in December was the perfect way to cap off such a wonderful semester.
It would be easy for me to sit here and feel sorry for my family, to let despair creep its way in.
But if I let that happen, I would be ignoring the most important thing in my life: GOD.
I found a song this semester that is so inspiring:
"Out of these ashes, beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins, we will see with our own eyes"
Steven Curtis Chapman, thanks for that.
As I look back at the year, I feel like dancing. God has been there through it all, and His Hand is evident. He gave us a wonderful new house here in Birmingham, in the city that my parents felt called to. My brother has never been happier at his new school. The six of us have grown even closer as a family.
God has taken care of every little thing, and all of the pieces have fallen into place except one: my dad's job.
But I know that God has something wonderful planned for my dad. It is the final puzzle piece, and we know that it is coming.
God reminded me of His love on the worst night of the year for me--the night I had my wreck. I was feeling horrible. My tears had dried, and I was wrapping myself up in pity clothes, ready to retire to my bed for a night of feeling sorry for myself.
However, when I looked out the window I saw a rare sight: it was snowing. It was actually snowing, in DECEMBER, in MISSISSIPPI.
My friends and I soon found ourselves walking through what seemed like a scene from a fairytale. The snow draped the surface of our campus, clinging to rose bushes and christmas lights, casting an ethereal glow.
In that moment, I felt the most overwhelming feeling of peace. The worry, the stress, the guilt seemed insignificant in the face of the beauty I was being treated to.
I know that God was using that snow to remind me of His Love. I could hear His voice whispering "I'm still here..."
So as this new year dawns, I am going to cling to that feeling. Even though I don't know what the future holds or where I'll be in one year, I am absolutely certain of one thing: God will be there with me, every step of the way.
:)
But today is New Year's Eve, so I figured I should write one more time before the end of the year.
To sum up my year with one word--CHAOTIC.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be where I am today, I would have rolled my eyes and/or laughed. Just six months ago I was living in Mississippi, contently living my comfortable life. Change was a word that did not enter my mind--but of course it came anyway. My happy life was shattered, and it only took four words: "They're closing my office."
Suddenly, the future was cloudy. Everything began to pile up: my dad lost his job, we couldn't afford our house anymore, we'd have to move, we have 3 college tuitions to pay, and so on.
Of course, as the saying goes: when it rains, it pours.
Our beloved dog of 12 years died of kidney disease in September.
OH, and my car wreck in December was the perfect way to cap off such a wonderful semester.
It would be easy for me to sit here and feel sorry for my family, to let despair creep its way in.
But if I let that happen, I would be ignoring the most important thing in my life: GOD.
I found a song this semester that is so inspiring:
"Out of these ashes, beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins, we will see with our own eyes"
Steven Curtis Chapman, thanks for that.
As I look back at the year, I feel like dancing. God has been there through it all, and His Hand is evident. He gave us a wonderful new house here in Birmingham, in the city that my parents felt called to. My brother has never been happier at his new school. The six of us have grown even closer as a family.
God has taken care of every little thing, and all of the pieces have fallen into place except one: my dad's job.
But I know that God has something wonderful planned for my dad. It is the final puzzle piece, and we know that it is coming.
God reminded me of His love on the worst night of the year for me--the night I had my wreck. I was feeling horrible. My tears had dried, and I was wrapping myself up in pity clothes, ready to retire to my bed for a night of feeling sorry for myself.
However, when I looked out the window I saw a rare sight: it was snowing. It was actually snowing, in DECEMBER, in MISSISSIPPI.
My friends and I soon found ourselves walking through what seemed like a scene from a fairytale. The snow draped the surface of our campus, clinging to rose bushes and christmas lights, casting an ethereal glow.
In that moment, I felt the most overwhelming feeling of peace. The worry, the stress, the guilt seemed insignificant in the face of the beauty I was being treated to.
I know that God was using that snow to remind me of His Love. I could hear His voice whispering "I'm still here..."
So as this new year dawns, I am going to cling to that feeling. Even though I don't know what the future holds or where I'll be in one year, I am absolutely certain of one thing: God will be there with me, every step of the way.
:)
Monday, December 7, 2009
An Important Question
Hello, blogger world! This is my first post, and I am pretty excited. I've been meaning to get one for years, yes years, but my laziness has prevailed. Until now.
I will begin by telling you a true story.
The other day I was walking in the caf, minding my own business. All I wanted was a plastic fork to eat my pineapples with. Suddenly, this large man comes up beside me.
"Are you the President of the short people club?" he asks me.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
"Yes, I am," I responded.
Now let me ask you this: is this appalling question appropriate?
I say NO. What if I went around asking people stuff like that? I've come up with a few examples that would surely be frowned upon:
1. Hey, are you the President of the fat people club?
2. Hey, are you the President of the freakishly tall people club?
3. Hey, are you the President of the acne-covered people club?
4. Hey, are you the President of the wheelchair people club?
What if I went around saying things like that?
I might get punched.
So here is a lesson for all of you: short people have feelings too. It is not ok to make short people comments.
The End.
I will begin by telling you a true story.
The other day I was walking in the caf, minding my own business. All I wanted was a plastic fork to eat my pineapples with. Suddenly, this large man comes up beside me.
"Are you the President of the short people club?" he asks me.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
"Yes, I am," I responded.
Now let me ask you this: is this appalling question appropriate?
I say NO. What if I went around asking people stuff like that? I've come up with a few examples that would surely be frowned upon:
1. Hey, are you the President of the fat people club?
2. Hey, are you the President of the freakishly tall people club?
3. Hey, are you the President of the acne-covered people club?
4. Hey, are you the President of the wheelchair people club?
What if I went around saying things like that?
I might get punched.
So here is a lesson for all of you: short people have feelings too. It is not ok to make short people comments.
The End.
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