Fast food makes for an angry stomach...

In memorium...
This morning I had a stomach.

2:00 pm: I dined on a large Whopper meal at Burger King.
(author's note: I haven't consumed burger king for literally lifetimes and fast food in general for months - except this morning)

9:30 pm: my stomach killed itself.


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7:43 am: I tried no less then six times to take off in Galen's bmw from a stop. I know how to drive a stick and clutch, I just don't know how to not be in 3rd gear. As a result of this humiliation, my inner driver killed himself but was revived when my dad drove fast in my old car.

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9:29 am: The auditorium I was taking my chemistry final in was plunged into darkness when the power went out. Commence taking final by cell phone backlight. Pretty sure half the class took the opportunity to exchange tests/answers/"wheredapartyat"

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12:33 am: Realize i gave galen my more essential supplies, and he won't be back in town until sunday. crap.

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Alright so: the grand adventure to Florida is about to begin. Orlando beckons with open arms promising adventure, warmth and sunshine, surfing, new people, and hopefully a few hurricanes thrown in to kick it up a notch. It was a little sad leaving school today - saying goodbye sucks, but goodbye is never forever...

Had a little chat with my dad today about the role of Christians in politics/social reform. My concern lies with Christians who use the sphere of political influence to throw vast amounts of money, time, and other valuable resources at agendas such as prayer in public schools instead of the more vital cause of loving people.

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."

So I just have to say something because it seems we all do this when the cinema has great impact on us. V for Vendetta - I find it extraordinary and I give it my full endorsement. The film raises plenty of relevant questions during these turbulent times when our own government continues to assert its power in the name of security at home and the fight against tyranny abroad. The only problem is that I'm not sure what to do now. I stand fairly convinced that bigger government only eventually leads to less freedom and a 'babysitting' attitude of the state. On the other hand, conservatives only seem to appeal to values and integrity as a means of attaining control of a different kind that marginalizes dissent and hides behind the shields of faith and tradition. So where do we go to make a difference? Is it impossible to break out of this choice between lesser evils? Is it time for a revolution? What kind? Should Christians even be concerned with governments and nations and states and the formation of history? Or should our focus be on the individuals in our immediate lives, no matter the format of our reality?

Sometimes -- the best thing to do is just change your shirt.

Blender

To commemorate mixed feelings and snow in March. To wonder at the awesomeness of God. To question where I have made my path...

I look to the future with excited anticipation, feeling the promise of airport terminals and concourses leading to new chapters. Sunlight which can't help but warm, and adventures promising new life to be found...

Tragedy as I feel the familiar tear of friendship. Bleeding vulnerably I don't know how to find a suitable bandage. Lost in the unknown it is the worst sort of pain coupled with the uncertainty of the prematurely opened - will they survive? Probably, but damage has been done here...

Exasperation marrs my evenings amongst the struggles of knowledge and long-term planning. Grappling with meaning and will and action...

God watches me, lifts my eyes, and strengthens my stride. Few answers but more peace amidst the questions.

Two days ago I spent 3 minutes pondering whether my politics teacher really has any clue what she is talking about. World War II ended in 1919? And why does she keep stopping to read from a piece of paper? Last nite I tried to employ some jibberish about Marx and Engals in an argument with Trevor and my worst fears were realized: I'm being fed poop on a stick! Ok, so it's not that bad - but I ask you what good is what we learn in school if it can't successfully be used against those smarter then ourselves?

Random tip:
The best Irish whiskey (Midleton Very Rare - voted by the New York Times) costs $125 a bottle. As opposed to Jack Daniels which costs $20 and finds its origins in Tennessee. Using cave water (I think that's supposed to be a good thing). Interestingly, ol' JD has gone down ten proof. That should upset the alcoholics out there...

In the weather:
Spring, snow, and love are all in the air. Orlando gets the Spring, Galen gets the love, and I get snow.

Dangit.

Morning After

Just for comparison...one of these things is not like the other - la dee dah...

Typical morning after a saturday of rugby. Luckily my face got off easy this week. Haha, everything hurts - now where's that bag of frozen peas?

Haha, o jimminy - the hilarity of a life...

I needed to buy my rugby insurance today so I can play in tomorrow's tournament.
So I went online
Only to find
That Sports Illustrated took all my money with their automatic renewal program.

They're giving it back
In ten to
twelve weeks.
That's nice of them.

Dang, I meant to cancel that thing this time last year......