May 1, 2008
I am aware that I have not updated my blog in awhile, and that means that I have become a lot more popular with the ladies. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true, but I digress.
This Monday I start the first leg of my trip to Seattle. I will be heading to Niceville, where I will spend a few days getting everything in order for the longer leg of my trip.
I will try to update more, especially for my friends, to keep them in the know.
July 25, 2007
So here I am again. I think it should just be an assumption that I will most always be at the coffee shop when perusing the internet and writing blog posts. Such a perfect place to write something though, because there is a large window to my right and I can scan the crowd of people who pass by. Also, I can see if the weather is bad (which it currently is not).
A quick succession of events has come and gone this past week. I had four friends come into town, and it felt a little hectic trying to schedule and plan everything to the content of all. I know that not all of my friends cared where we went and what we did (mainly Jon), but there is always a sense of: “Yes, this is my town, here are cool places. That place is not fun, but this one is quite enjoyable.” I had a great time.
I bought a Kodak Signet 30 camera yesterday for $1 and I am very curious to get a roll of film developed to see what kind of pictures it takes.
I was going to write something else, but I am pretty sure I forgot what I was going to say. Whatever.
July 19, 2007
My room has been a mess of folded clothes and boric acid since Monday so I decided to make some changes. For starters, I decided that there are some pros and cons to having boric acid everywhere in your apartment. Inhale too much of it and you die, rub it into clothes (if you feel like it) and you will probably take up bathing in aloe for some days. However, in some cases (like mine) boric acid gets rid of cockroaches and other nasty vermin. It also helps because you can see footprints that people have left around the room. If someone robs me, at least I will know what his/her shoe size is.
After cleaning up the mess, I decided that I might contemplate the meaning of life. After a mere 1 minute 23 seconds, I figured out all of life’s secrets (my tell-all bestseller entitled “The Secret Path of the Way of Life” will be in all Barnes and Nobles bookstores this November) and I left my small dilapitated room to find a noisy place. You see, most people find solace in quiet places, but I can just as easily get work done in a high decibel environment than a quiet one.
My mentor has me reading this book called “The Fruit of the Spirit” by John Sanderson, and I have finished the first chapter (entitled “Love”). Normally it would have taken me less than the couple of weeks it has for me to finish one chapter, but to my credit, the book has four preliminary chapters, and I did recently move (insert other excuses here). When my mentor (Dave) gave me the book to read, I felt like I was already excelling in most all of the fruits of the spirit, but after reading the first chapter, I know that I have a long ways to go before I am advanced in the art of Love. The chapter did not just touch upon loving one another, but also focused on areas of finances, giving to and helping the poor, and kind conversation. The last is probably the hardest for me to do, because I am either around people who make off-hand comments about this other person, or a joke is more of a barb than a laughing moment. Even with conversations with friends, my speech is as randomly smattered with demeaning comments and jokes that would make my ancestors cringe. Speaking of ancestors, how cool would it be if your ancestors lived on in spirit form and you had a little dragon god that would make funny jokes and try to protect you (oh Mulan)? Back to the point at hand, I know that God is leading me down a set path, and my decisions have been far from good so far, so I think it wise to plan out my life more accordingly. I will leave you now with a quote from C.S. Lewis, whose words are always welcome to my ears and heart.
Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done…
July 17, 2007
So it seems with things around St. Augustine (or maybe it’s just me) that everything comes and goes and then comes again. Much like the movie Groundhog Day, just with different Groundhog Days thrown in the mix, so I can enjoy one of 3 or 4 days. Today is the day that I get work done, or at least I like to think so, because how much work am I really accomplishing sitting here at a coffee shop, writing on this blog? Regardless, I have it stuck in my mind that I have accomplished some already (copying cd’s, calling up my telephone service, and enjoying the morning’s brew).
So, today, as I was saying, is one of those days that feel like I have already (in some fashion) experienced. I will walk out these doors in a few minutes and decide to go next, primarily based on my scattered list of things to do. I enjoy the fact that I do not have a solid plan of sorts. Just minutes ago, I was half-listening to a conversation between and man and a woman who were discussing work. He was so intense with what he was saying, I almost felt sorry for the woman, because she was trying to prove to him that she displayed the same height of emotions that he felt for a certain subject. That kind of emotion scares me sometimes.
Okay, so half of the sky looks like rain and the other half is shining. Is it the window? I am typing while looking out the window (and listening to My Morning Jacket) and the clouds are billowing up, like a really clean fire is burning somwhere south-west of here. Weird.
I am about to break down my equipment and begin my journey. I will get my free refill, say goodbye to the nice people who handle this coffee establishment and wander off down the road with my collective thoughts leading me to my next destination.
June 4, 2007
This is the first segment of an idea that came to me one day. I have met and seen some interesting people over the course of my life, especially in St. Augustine. Some of them I do not really know (i.e. seen from afar) and others I have gotten to know. This segment is about one of these said characters. Be forewarned, I am using fiction to a great extent, because I don’t know all of these people too well.
Grace the Librarian
I see her almost every day. She is sitting most of the time, either at the Library or on her porch. She never smiles, because she’s given up on smiling. She just sits. There are times when I want to ask her about her past, after I ask to borrow some headphones, because I forgot to bring mine. My hesitant nature always wisks me away from that notion and back to headphones. Other times I see her sitting on her porch facing east, with a cigarette in one hand and screwdriver (2 parts vodka, 1 part orange juice) in the other. I often face east, down a small road, to catch a glance at what she’s looking at. Trees, houses, kids playing in yards, and a man in his late 40’s walking a small dog. Nothing to see. I wonder, what is going on behind those eyes of hers. Is she thinking of long ago, when she was spurned by a man that she loved? Is she re-visiting the early death of her only child in a car accident. Maybe, she is hiding her joy, her love for someone who she promised she would wait for. Grace finishes up her cigarette, dumps out the rest her drink in the flowers growing outside her rented house and walks back inside. She barracades herself in, to keep things out, only to keep her own memories at bay, in her pandora’s box of her soul.
So, last night was interesting, to say the least. However, when I went to sleep, I had one of the worst dreams ever. It was a death dream (i.e. someone close to me dying) and I woke up a mess. I quickly made some coffee to make things better, but was left unsatisfied.
I called the leader of the Sandwich Mission to tell him I was coming out to help out. I felt a little awkward, especially since I had a knife pulled on me the day earlier. Things went smoothly, which I prayed for, but when I arrived at home, I was greeted by a horrible surprise (if there is such a thing). I fell into this rut, which my friend, Andy and my Mom quickly pulled me out of.
Things are certainly going the route of strange. Perhaps I should divulge in some Harvest Moon to set my mind at ease.
May 3, 2007
Pay no heed to the title. It was the first thing I thought of when thinking of an apt title for a post. I feel tired, but I can’t go to sleep. Do you know the feeling? The only thing you crave is sleep, but you are keeping yourself up for some particular reason. I have had some strange things happen to me yesterday, and as a result of it, I feel like doing something destructive, which may not make sense to blog (because blogging, believe it or not, is a constructive tendancy). Punching my wall might help, but then I may have a new set of problems that I would have to deal with.
It’s interesting. Life, that is. Everybody has their own. Their own joys, problems, setbacks, life lessons, and such. We share these with others and they don’t understand to the extent that we present them. If I love a certain band and try to explain why to someone else, well… if that person doesn’t like them, or likes them for different reasons, then your expression of a certain like is lost.
Maybe it is because it’s so early in the morning that I write this way, or maybe I am just crazy.
April 19, 2007
Today, I finished my second semester at Flagler, and now I have three left. I am feeling very chill today, just typing away at the computer and looking up random oddities that the internet has to offer.
Last night, I had quite a long conversation with Jon about The Children of Hurin which is J.R.R. Tolkien’s new book. We discussed the possibility of it being a movie (as well as The Hobbit). I haven’t read it yet, but I heard that it was a good read. I think the concern (not mine, mind you) will be whether or not it is on par with Tolkien’s other books, as well as if it can be made into an epic movie like LOTR.
Tonight I will be going to Flagler’s design show to support my friends who have their work in the show. Afterwards, I was thinking about going dancing or something celebratory.
I will leave you until next time with a link to a picture of a mysterious object that was found in some guy’s Frito bag. The second comment made me laugh really hard. Mysterious Object Found!
April 15, 2007
My parents came to St. Augustine for two days, and I am blessed that they were able to make the trip to be able to see the group I hang with as well as the church I attend. I was a little nervous about getting up in front of 300+ people to say those two words (“I do”) over a series of questions for being a new member. I love the church that I attend. The teaching is not on par with Trinity or Faith, but I feel like this church has a good grasp on keeping the college-aged group involved in the community and striving to better serve the Lord. Before actually coming to live here, I visited the church and was taken aback by the service and how different it was. I really wasn’t prepared (in my heart) to come to realize this church as a second home. In fact, I will go as far as to say that I balked at the idea of being involved in the church, but I have come to realize that this is where God wants me to be, and I trust that He has the best course laid out for me.
In other news, I GOT A COMPUTER!!!!(woot) Thanks to planning (and money), my parents and my brother have provided me with something that I need. I want to thank both my parents, my brother, as well as Jon (for loading cool tunes on the computer) for such a great gift. I really don’t deserve it, and I told my parents that I can do without it (because I didn’t want them to spend the money on me), but it is still a blessing, and design work will be so much easier for me on it.
Well, that’s about it for now. I will write later this week (after finals) to give everyone a further report.
April 3, 2007
Today was a great day. Everything has been going great so far, but I have to sign up for classes tomorrow, so I need to wake up extra early to get the classes I want. I took this picture I found today and messed around with it in Illustrator. Not very good, mind you, but I enjoy doing stuff like it anyways.