night owl??

Hey blog.

I'm totally a morning person now.
Totally. 


Despite the fact that I am like a little kid when it comes to going to sleep,

(I get distracted/find things to do that are more fun than sleeping. For example, I might find a new song to master on the guitar, and I never want to stop playing, I'll be reading something and lose track of time, or maybe I'll give in to some perfectionistic tendencies by over-organizing things.)

I woke up this morning at 6.

Did you read that? Me, the night owl, up at SIX AM.

And I wasn't a zombie.

...be proud of me.

Okay, okay, it's not really of my own accord. I'm like Pavlov's dog (I'm sure you know about him, right? If you don't, here's the link).

So basically, I wake up to a certain noise. I JUMP out of bed for this noise.

What is the magical noise?

LISTS are fun. Yes they are.

It's FRIDAY!

Cue happy music.

Of all of the days of the week, Friday is the most hopeful day.

Doing anything on a Friday is easy. I'm always thinking in the back of my mind, "ahh, I can work hard on this today, because tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday."


Everyone knows Saturdays are the best days. (Sundays are great, too, but they're always oh-so busy.)

Last Saturday, I went contra-dancing. It was a blast. I have no idea how I'm going to one-up last Saturday in terms of fun.
...I'll think of something. I can assure you, it will be something not soon forgotten [inagoodway]

SO, I've decided to learn some nerdy things; lately I've been feeling much too "normal".
Ahem, here is my running list of what makes me a geek {ohhh, BAD BAD idea}:

pictures

Yesterday, I worked on sorting my pictures.
*cue jim croce songs* (what?? You don't know what I'm talking about? Listen to his groovy song here: groovy Jim the great guitarist)

Pictures from my childhood...

It was weird. Sorting through the pictures brought back memories I had totally forgotten. I realized just how little I used to be. When I was little, I didn't realize it. I thought I was big stuff. In my mind I was a grown-up.
Seriously.

I guess it's weird to look at old pictures of yourself and aww over them.
That's like the ultimate narcissim.
But I did. I looked at my old pictures and thought, "wow, I was so cute! ...what happened?"

Oh sister.

Blog, since when did you get so BORING?

I reread some of my posts from way back in the day, and I must say, I've gone downhill since then.

My apologies. I'll work on revamping my image. I'll be entertaining...maybe. I make no promises.

I can't tell a joke, but I am good at being clever, sometimes, every so often...

So, I have a bone to pick with a certain sister of mine.

my american idols

God has been teaching me something.
 I've noticed a recurring theme. It's popped up during my devotionals, when I hear a sermon, and in Bible study.

Yep, God's trying to get my attention.

The question that has been posed to me over and over is:
"Where or what is the source of my security?"

I'm a born-again Christian, and, of course the correct answer is that I should have security and hope in God alone.
This is true, but sometimes other things start to creep in and wedge themselves between me and God.

I want to meet Einstein someday

New favorite quote?

It's been posted to my facebook wall, but for the sake of posting it, here we go:

Now, to studying. yay. (I felt like making 
you exercise your scrolling fingers a bit. You can thank me later.) 

The love of english grammar

I admit, I'm a grammar nazi. The you're/your, to/too typos are infuriating to me.


I cannot tell you how much these images make me laugh...they're from 11points.com

Enjoy.

umm?

I thought physics was going to be a walk in the park.

NOPE.

I don't know why I have to care about the magnitude and direction of point charges. I really, really, don't.


I think it'd be lovely to be a genius, and know things without even having to apply myself.
But then some other element of my personality would suffer.
Life always seems to go that way. Most geniuses have major social handicaps...I don't need any of those, thank you. I'll just be like everyone else and study hard.

I do think if you read this, you should rate it an "umm?"
I'm feeling that way about this post myself.

Time for homework...

FEET, feet, feet

So I went running today. Whoop-de-do.

I don't know, I feel like I'm hitting a wall. Or maybe I just need new running shoes. Mine are losing their oomph. I've heard that you're supposed to replace running shoes every few hundred miles. My shoes have seen some action, they need to retire.  They'd be the Brett Farve of shoes.

Plus, (don't tell anyone) they're GUYS SHOES.
When I was at the running store, the sales associate assured me that there was virtually "no difference" between guy and girl shoes. She was wrong.

A bit of culture

Yes, yes, I'm going to put some poetry up. Poetry = cultured

If you know a few lines of a poem by heart, you are well on your way to being a character in a novel (that's the only place I've seen people quote poetry by heart prolifically.) 

I didn't write this poem, but it's lovely nevertheless. (My humility is great, no?) 

It was written by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89) 

{as an aside, do you find it funny that his middle name was manley? 

His mother apparently thought ahead}

So, enjoy some poetry and a chill picture. 

In which I wish you a happy valentine's day

Yesterday, while I wasn't depressed or anything, I felt a bit blah. You know what I mean?

Sometimes, encouragement isn't so very far away.