After Thanksgiving

yeah. sorry there was no thanksgiving update. or maybe this is it and i shouldn't be apologizing. sorry it's late. there we go. thanksgiving was great, by the way. i ate with heather's family on thurs., then went to huntsville for celebrations with her mom's side of the family, then went to my aunt and uncle's house for a bit, and then came home. i ate zero turkey. it was still a great thanksgiving. i went swimming. for like, 26 seconds.

so tonight i was walking to the cafeteria, and my feet were kind of sore. then i saw that the tree in the middle of the clark street turnabout had a section of lights that were out and that bothered me. also i passed an unoccuppied vehicle parked by the curb. it's lights flashed when i walked by, and it honked. then the ignition started. i pretended not to be startled or surprised. i'm pretty sure it worked. then i had a mediocre hamburger and fries with a delicious root beer and decided not to practice tonight. i shall take out my laundry and go to sleep instead.

church was really good tonight. i have some verses i feel like sharing. but not right now. when it's 9 o'clock and i already feel disfuctional, it's not a good sign.

and there's something else. TODAY IS MELANIE'S BIRTHDAY!!! i know none of you know melanie, though perhaps you've visited her blog (which is linked as mel belle "over there" -->). so happy birthday mel belle. i hope its fabulous and that i can come up with a good excuse for why my card is coming late.

peace out, y'all. (like i ever say that)

vapid \VAP-id; VAY-pid\, adjective:1. Lacking liveliness and spirit; unanimated; spiritless; dull; as, "a vapid speech."2. Flavorless; lacking taste or zest; flat; as, "vapid beer."

One year he was writing vapid and sentimental mediocrities, and the next he was turning out one of the best poems of our century.-- Anatole Broyard, New York Times

i just love that sentence. "...writing vapid and sentimental mediocrities..." mediocre is a pretty decent word, if you think about it. just like that hamburger. if i were you, i would feel sorry for whoever ate that burger. goodnight.

Pictures!

here're a few pictures i looked at today that made me grin. enjoy!

Twain

earlier today i couldn't remember one of my mark twain quotes. so here it is, particularly for the benefit of those who had to suffer through my confused attempts at recollection.

"I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him." ~ Mark Twain

Pursuit of God

the first chapter of A. W. Tozer's The Pursuit of God really encouraged and convicted me this evening. i can't share the whole thing with you (unless you would like to borrow the book some time), but i did want to share a very simple (and i think beautiful) prayer that tozer wrote at the end of the chapter. i hope you find it encouraging, and perhaps even find a few words to borrow for your own prayer time.

Oh God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus' name. Amen

i feel like shouting!

Evil Television

i hate the tv and i hate myself almost all of the few occasions i waste time in front of it. when i'm by myself, that is. when i'm not even in a social setting. despicable.

my mouth feels kinda funny. a little bit oniony, a tad raw and salty and faintly thick and furry. i haven't been drinking anything alcoholic, in case that last made you suspicious. just milk out of the jug and a couple bags of sour cream and onion potato chips. my nose is stuffy.

today was good. what a good day today was.

i slept and went to church and ate lunch with my family and got a tiny hair trim (this little tiny hair on the back of my head that was driving me crazy) and went jogging with evan and went to church and to wal mart and to pizza hut and got rained on.

i'm sleepy now and i still have to finish some piano ped homework. thank goodness music hist homework is done and marcela gave us NO SPANISH HOMEWORK!!! now, if you'll excuse me...

harangue \huh-RANG\, noun:1. A speech addressed to a large public assembly.2. A noisy or pompous speech; a rant.
transitive verb:1. To deliver a harangue to; to address by a harangue.
intransitive verb:1. To make a harangue; to declaim.

His emissaries, had attended the Priest's convocation of the people, and, without delaying to hear more than the main point of the harangue, hurried back with their intelligence to the rebel camp.-- Wilkie Collins, Iolani: Or, Tahiti as It Was

Hi

figured i should go ahead an mention that i am still alive, and doing great. i did survive the tests (which was so remarkable. i was sure i wouldn't make it...). i did faint, once, during the music history exam. but i was revived with a splash of someone's orange juice to the face. then dr unsworth messed up and basically gave us the answer to one listening example. "here let me play it for you again. oh woops, wrong one, that was from the first act... i mean, oops..." *head in hands* (out of all our listening examples there was only one opera with more than one act, therefore that one word eliminated all other possibilities).

i just MAJORLY slammed that elbow nerve on the desk. oooow? yes.

i was videoed (that is awesome. that word, not the fact that i was videoed. which is awesome. i mean...) teaching a piano lesson. it went well. at least, i think it did, right now, when i haven't actually seen it yet. at least i wasn't nervous.

time to go make some drpepperorangejuicedelight and MAKE SOME GUITARS!!! yeah baby.

prevaricate \prih-VAIR-uh-kayt\, intransitive verb:To depart from or evade the truth; to speak with equivocation.

Journalism has a similar obligation, particularly with men and women suddenly transferred to places of great power, who are often led to exaggerate and prevaricate, all in the name of a supposedly greater good.-- Stephen R. Graubard, "Presidents: The Power and the Mediocrity", New York Times, January 15, 1989