You too can achieve stress-free living!
Guess what, guys? I eat a whole lot. I eat quickly too. Too all who are the same: ever sit down to eat with other people, and you're enjoying your meal (or maybe you can't even taste it because you're scrounging it down so fast), and then you're done and your mom and little brother aren't even half-done. You hear that your metabolism (or whatever) will slow down when you get older.. I guess it will.. But I've never really been big or anything. I wonder if I'll eat the same when I'm older and I'll go from a skinny guy to a big boy... Frisch's Big Boy, mmm.
I'm really feeling this semester of school. All of my junior year I was stressed in and out day by day because of AP English III, combined with a nighttime job, and bad study habits... And it was kind of like that last semester. But things are cool now, I'm an aid second period for the librarian, and I have time at school to do homework. I'll have to get a job after performance of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown is over. It might get worse then, but I pray not. It's been prophesied that this would be the best year of my life so far, a time of increased anointing, and time to be a leader. I've always felt like I was to lead mife (my life) as an example to my peers and beyond to broader audiences. I don't need stress messing that up. The reason I need to get a job is so I can pay for insurance in order to drive.
Senior portfolios are peeping their head out of the horizon, and I know that they will be due at the end of this quarter, so we can spend the last nine weeks of English on the senior project. I'm gonna try my hardest to revise my writing so that I get a decent grade (hoping for distinguished), but I know that my writing isn't superb. Here's for hoping and hard work. Less than a semester until graduation and my eighteenth birthday.
I tell my younger brother all of the time when he's screaming or says something, or generally doing something really annoying, "I wish you wouldn't!" I sound like such an old Brit or something. Such tart words without any backing. "I wish you wouldn't!" Try the emphasis on the last word, muy efectivo! I don't get along with my little brother sometimes.. or my mom. I dunno, ever since my parents separated/divorced, I've had run-ins with my mom. There are no other teenage rebels to repremand while I chill on the internet. I'm all that's left. Mom says sacrifice and sharing work is part of responsibility. Why do I care about a family I didn't pick? I feel just on my own so often, yet I don't want to be. I want to be responsible for myself, yet I don't. The paradox of feeling and desire.
That's why you can't trust your feelings all of the time, or make decisions solely based on feeling. But this is heading into something too melancholic. So, it's already the end of January, but on New Years Eve at church, they hand out promise cards with a scripture on each side. The idea is that they should be very meaningful to your life over the next year if you ask God to guide you to the right one. You just grab one out of the basket without looking. Of the past four or five years that I've trusted God to give me one that would help me, I've always immediately seen the relevence to my life in each scripture. This year I got an orange card with Ephesians 2:13, "Now in Christ Jesus ye who sometime were far off are made nigh." and Psalm 23:4bc Thou art with me, thy rod and they staff they comfort me." Obviously, that's from the incomprehensible first King James version. I'll not expound on their relevency. This is long enough.
Two CDs that I'd like to get this year, Superchic[k]'s new disc, Beauty From Pain (Mar. 29), and Eisley's first full-length deal, Room Noises (Feb. 8).
Peace to the people (and their mothers),
Jon