Ahhhh....
Well, it's been awhile since I've traipsed these parts, so I figure that it's time for Mr. Rogers to come back to his neighborhood.
Won't you be my neighbor? And love my stylish cardigan?
I've been cleaning up so well with my class assignments, but reading the material is not my favoritist thing. I see other peeps in the program as very disciplined and can read the material with just as much importance as writing a paper. I am not quite at that point yet, but I do have some stressors that they don't, such as planning a wedding, finding a stable, semi-longterm job, and getting an apartment squared away for Shell and I. After all that, I feel I'm entitled to struggle just a bit with my studies. Just a bit :)
My favorite hobby of the last 6 months - working out - has produced noticeable results. However, I made the mistake of doing the same routine for all 6 months. In short, I resent pickin' up those dumbells and doing the SAME THING over and over. Then a work buddy recommended using the dip bars and pull-up apparatus dealy thing. Ah, fresh blood! It'll be me workin' the machines over this time! I'm gonna be such a stud, but there's a long ways to go. Heh.
I think it's been a purpose in my life to notice how cynical, sarcastic, and nongenuine the Lutheran Church can be. I see it everywhere, no matter if it's Michigan or California or whatever. It's its own culture, and a confusing one at that. I seem to see how it can give others a "holier-than-thou" demeanor, while at the same time it's shrinking congregations cause an inferiority complex. The church I've gone to since I've been out here has been shrinking, simply because it hasn't adjusted with the times. That is just my theory, but the basic truth is that nobody's showin' up. I think it's time to find a new church home.
I own Resident Evil 4. However, it actually owns me. I haven't played it in over a week, but since I bought it my roomie and I have played through it twice. Keep in mind it takes about 30 hours the first time, and 20 hours the second time. The best way I can explain it is, the game rules, but you're scared out of your mind the first time around and you try to conserve ammo to stay alive. Then you beat the game after dying 36 times (no joke, it keeps track of that) and you love every second of it. Then you play through a 2nd time and get all the secrets you missed, plus find this weapon. It is THE weapon. It's called the Chicago typewriter. And you never run out of bullets. You can reload, but you never have to. What a beautiful thing. Somehow, it's stifled my interest in Halo 2, along with an out-of-nowhere resurgence of Metroid Prime 1, assisted by my roomie. Poor Master Chief, he probably feels like Rear Admiral right now.
Well peeps, I gotta tell ya. Long distance relationships ARE tough, but not the impossible hell that it's sometimes painted to be. Shell and I are running the gauntlet of planning the wedding on top of growing the relationship, all through the phone, texting, and email. Bleah. It's the toughest when something is very wrong - like when her dad was in the hospital this week - because that's when I want to be there most, but we manage just fine. I've written down the days till Aug. 13th in my calendar, but I don't know how many offhand. If I did, I'd probably go insane...or quit school and kidnap Shell for a weekend in Vegas. Ah, romance!
I'm gonna go get buff. Then call my landlady. She's cool, but as Will would put it, she sounds like she swallowed a palm tree. Downright raspy. She down, though.
Ok, it's time to leave, my dizzles. Rock on for shizzle. What's up with that language? here, let me invent my own: for snipple my nipple. Err...new languages are dumb. SNOOP DOGG is dumb!
*runs from every LA gang*
*gunshots*
*running footsteps*
*Sean escapes*
Aha, Snoop! You can't stop the Honky Patrol! White unite. And Black don't crack.
Won't you be my neighbor? And love my stylish cardigan?
I've been cleaning up so well with my class assignments, but reading the material is not my favoritist thing. I see other peeps in the program as very disciplined and can read the material with just as much importance as writing a paper. I am not quite at that point yet, but I do have some stressors that they don't, such as planning a wedding, finding a stable, semi-longterm job, and getting an apartment squared away for Shell and I. After all that, I feel I'm entitled to struggle just a bit with my studies. Just a bit :)
My favorite hobby of the last 6 months - working out - has produced noticeable results. However, I made the mistake of doing the same routine for all 6 months. In short, I resent pickin' up those dumbells and doing the SAME THING over and over. Then a work buddy recommended using the dip bars and pull-up apparatus dealy thing. Ah, fresh blood! It'll be me workin' the machines over this time! I'm gonna be such a stud, but there's a long ways to go. Heh.
I think it's been a purpose in my life to notice how cynical, sarcastic, and nongenuine the Lutheran Church can be. I see it everywhere, no matter if it's Michigan or California or whatever. It's its own culture, and a confusing one at that. I seem to see how it can give others a "holier-than-thou" demeanor, while at the same time it's shrinking congregations cause an inferiority complex. The church I've gone to since I've been out here has been shrinking, simply because it hasn't adjusted with the times. That is just my theory, but the basic truth is that nobody's showin' up. I think it's time to find a new church home.
I own Resident Evil 4. However, it actually owns me. I haven't played it in over a week, but since I bought it my roomie and I have played through it twice. Keep in mind it takes about 30 hours the first time, and 20 hours the second time. The best way I can explain it is, the game rules, but you're scared out of your mind the first time around and you try to conserve ammo to stay alive. Then you beat the game after dying 36 times (no joke, it keeps track of that) and you love every second of it. Then you play through a 2nd time and get all the secrets you missed, plus find this weapon. It is THE weapon. It's called the Chicago typewriter. And you never run out of bullets. You can reload, but you never have to. What a beautiful thing. Somehow, it's stifled my interest in Halo 2, along with an out-of-nowhere resurgence of Metroid Prime 1, assisted by my roomie. Poor Master Chief, he probably feels like Rear Admiral right now.
Well peeps, I gotta tell ya. Long distance relationships ARE tough, but not the impossible hell that it's sometimes painted to be. Shell and I are running the gauntlet of planning the wedding on top of growing the relationship, all through the phone, texting, and email. Bleah. It's the toughest when something is very wrong - like when her dad was in the hospital this week - because that's when I want to be there most, but we manage just fine. I've written down the days till Aug. 13th in my calendar, but I don't know how many offhand. If I did, I'd probably go insane...or quit school and kidnap Shell for a weekend in Vegas. Ah, romance!
I'm gonna go get buff. Then call my landlady. She's cool, but as Will would put it, she sounds like she swallowed a palm tree. Downright raspy. She down, though.
Ok, it's time to leave, my dizzles. Rock on for shizzle. What's up with that language? here, let me invent my own: for snipple my nipple. Err...new languages are dumb. SNOOP DOGG is dumb!
*runs from every LA gang*
*gunshots*
*running footsteps*
*Sean escapes*
Aha, Snoop! You can't stop the Honky Patrol! White unite. And Black don't crack.