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They're making movies out of my favorite book series next year. I am convinced that they could not do justice to the Wheel of Time series, so I am soops pissed. It's in pre-production, so I'll have to see how it pans out.

Nowabouts

Life might get tricky soon. (Don't worry, no girlfriend). With trying to pass classes this semester, going to Uganda, MCAT prep courses, and the MCAT test itself, I'm looking at quite a bit of practical soon-to-come things. But I also need to ask people and God, and make a decision on med school or grad school first. I mean, I've felt like God is leading me to grad school first... But at the same time, I don't wanna put all my eggs in one basket (or box, or bag even).

UPDATE: Books are still my best friend. I wish we'd hung out more over the years, and I'm really glad to have a chance to reconnect now, though school will take priority very, very soon.

Since I began to stay in shape, I've realized that I don't get all moody, that I'm either too busy or too tired to get frustrated and write blogs. Good writing, like any good plot in a story, is born in adversity and conflict. Sucks for the lack of people who read this blog.

Reading

Today, I picked up a short book.

I read the first ten or twenty pages.

And I loved it.

I was reminded of how much I miss reading.

Someday, I'll read again.

Almost To Spring Break

Okay, I feel like I never really stop anymore, and anytime I have time to do so, I watch a show or something, because thinking is something I am wanting to take a break from. In fact, I'd be playing video games if I had access or time for them, because those are the best/most relaxing way to occupy time while not thinking.

Between me and spring break, I have an Organic Chemistry test and a few small things. So really, I'll pretty much be finished in 32 1/2 hours, and the rest is easy. In fact, without that test, I would finish most work tomorrow, but studying and preparing for that test is going to take every bit of time that I have at my disposal. Even the time I'm using to write this.

I'll be celebrating St. Patty's Day in Tulsa with my friend Adam Howard (aka the band The Duke of Norfolk). We will be enjoying some whiskey and other delights that befit people of the ripe ages of 21+. The following day, I'll be traveling to Texas to drop by my house briefly, then our family's lakehouse, where we (a few select Texas friends and I) will watch the Twilight movies for the exclusive reason of making fun of them while drinking wine.

Then on Tuesday, I'll see some of my favorite bands in concert, Avalanche City and fun., both of which I've been wanting to see for quite some time. This will be the second concert I've ever attended, not counting lil' coffeeshop ones that I've been to.

Anyway, it's past time for me to be asleep, 'cause I've got a strict schedule until Friday.

The Need To Be Needed

This weekend, I really disliked how I acted. For the first time this semester (or at least it seems that way), I had a free Saturday. So what did I do? I did laundry and then watched cartoons all day. I finished two seasons of the Adult Swim cartoon Archer. And it was kinda like torture. I had no big homework assignments, nothing pressing at all. So I stopped acting disciplined and just slept in late and watched shows.

See, if I don't feel needed or useful, I get lazy. And while I used to love being lazy, I now dislike it when it's the selfish type of lazy. Being lazy with friends is fine, and unwinding with a few shows after a long day is also great. But just sitting there, laptop propped on my knees, munching away at Ritz crackers, meanwhile wishing I could have a reason to go out and do something? Not my cup o' tea.

So I suppose I'm realizing that I have kind of a need to be needed. If I don't feel useful or like my presence or help will make something better, I kinda get lazy, then kinda lonely, then a tad depressed. I also don't work out 'cause I don't know how to get myself to do so without a regular schedule.

I had a point...but now I'm tired and don't feel like trying to find it.

Also, I'm trying to learn French, but my mouth feels like a clumsy oaf when I stumble through the words.

Even Less Possible

There's the whole idea that when God gives you goals, dreams, and visions, they can often just be given so that you go through the right stuff before God leads you to what He really wants you to do. And then there's the whole idea that God means what He says, and that He'll never go back on His word.

Both have Biblical examples behind them. I don't, by any stretch of the imagination, claim to have any authority on the way prophecies work, but I have noticed some things. When someone gives me a Word from God and it's confirmed in my spirit (first saying something that God has already been speaking to me, then clarifying something in the present while giving a hint of the future), it tends to come true. My favorite ones are the ones that I can tell are the real deal, but that I have trouble accepting 'cause I do not believe that God can do what is entailed through me. But that's just 'cause I'm a lil' 'dupid and doubtful.

When God spoke to me through a prophet when I was the ripe age of 12, He said that I was going to be a doctor. That's the short version. The theme as he was prophesying that night was "inventors", drawing from the Biblical example of the guys that made a hole in the roof of a house so their friend could get healed by Jesus. It's about seeing things in an unusual way and making some new discovery as a result. He said that I was going to be a medical doctor, but that I was going to make a big breakthrough, a discovery, and that just like how penicillin was discovered on accident, I will discover something by strange means. And that I would do so at a young age.

I've honestly been fearful of the prophecy because unlike the road to being a doctor, which really just requires hard work, making a big discovery isn't something you can just work hard at and automatically obtain. It's a chance thing.

Me being a doctor is impossible. Me inventing something is exponentially less possible. So here I find myself, questioning the fact that I'm questioning such an idea.

"I release into you the power to invent!" -Kim Clement

Excitement To Come

I feel like I've been going nonstop for weeks now. This weekend is the first in which I won't have much planned. Lots of my friends are going out of town, so that will take away the usual social calls. I might have to work all weekend, but that depends entirely on how JBU's teams do in the tournament.

I have so many exciting plans for the future. And they are so exciting that I'm going to list the top ones here. In two and a half weeks, it's spring break, during which I'll be celebrating St. Patrick's Day in Tulsa, drinking wine with friends while making fun of the Twilight saga, seeing Avalanche City and fun. in concert, and talking with my youth pastor for one of the last (or possibly the last) times before he and his family move to California.

In May, some friends and I will begin leasing a flat. A house was in the works, but our pros-cons list ruled in favor of the flat by a longshot, so we are now pretty sure about it, and we'll be signing the lease a week from Friday.

Also in May, I will be going to Uganda to work in the second-biggest hospital in the country where I expect to be broken in and tested to see if I have the man-parts to make it in the field of medicine. This 4-week trip to Uganda will be followed by a week of covenant-friendly drinking in Europe. London, Paris, and Brussels are the cities of choice, and I don't think I've ever been this excited about traveling. I'll be going with a group of like six or seven, and walking tours and wine tours will probably be involved, along with meeting up with a British friend of mine.

Then I'll have a month and a half of trying to find odd jobs and possibly a family vacation to Spain.

I might be doing grad school before medical school, so to keep my options open, I'll be taking the GRE, then an MCAT prep course followed by the MCAT, and then it will be off to school again.