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.
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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