The God Side of Things

This break, I got a lot done. One thing was relaxing. I'm exceptionally talented in this area when I have the time. Twelve hours of sleeping can be normal, and it lead to dreams of punching demons one night. Anyway, I also figured out why I've been stressed, and it's ever so simple. I've been so frustrated with school and having so much hanging over my head that I had stopped giving it to God, telling myself that these little things are too immediate of problems to give them to God. I need to take care of them real quickly, and give the rest to God. That isn't how God works.

After talking to Trish (for two hours starting at around two in the morning) about how much I wanted to be able to live like I lived last year (doing God-stuff every second), but with enough balance that I'm not crapping up His temple (my body), I decided to ask God about it. Smart, right? So, here's the gist of what I felt He was telling me. He agreed that I've got a lot to take care of, school-wise, before the end of the year. I'm supposed to spend this time working on school junk and also trying to figure out (partially through seeking guidance from a few wise people) how exactly to go about doing things for God without being a workaholic. What Cameron had said to me back when he pointed out that I needed to stop, was that I didn't have enough input for the amount that I was pouring out. My Word time, Paradigm, and Prototype are on a completely different level right now from what they were last year, so maybe my input is large enough for me to get things done? Your thoughts?

Thanksgiving

Internet has been out and I have a bag of other excuses for not blogging.

First off, Thanksgiving was plenty of fun. I got to hang out with my brothers (Preston--older, and Chas--oldest), who taught me a lil' about the internet and its capabilities. Chas helped to grill up the ol' turkey. I also got to play with Turtle, Chas's lil' wiener dog. And his Xbox 360, but I'd rather not talk about when I become a geek. The Newmans were also there, and that was pretty neutral. On the downside, my face started swelling up that wonderful Thanksgiving Day.
We still don't know the cause of the swelling, but I'm told that swelling usually doesn't happen just for kicks. I am still swollen in my mouth, but it's not noticeable (unless you make out with me).

(Sorry about the bad quality of the pictures. They were taken from my dad's phone. I'm getting my good camera back tomorrow.)

R-r-r-r-r-r-rANDOM!

I went to CFNI today. Biggest news was me talking to Zach Shey for like two hours. It was the first time we've ever connected. Good stuff.

You're supposed to fill it out with sixteen random things about yourself. It's from Facebook.

1. I like to use good grammar.
2. I used to collect business cards so I could act like I was looking through them when I was bored in line or some such thing. But then I got a cell phone and everything changed.
3. I'm the life of the party if dancing is involved. Ask anyone whose party I've been to.
4. I avoided music almost entirely until my pre-teen years.
5. My shoes add around an inch to my height.
6. I'm half-African American. Don't diss my AA peeps.
7. I hate onions.
8. I tend to smell good. Have you noticed?
9. My pencil-sharpener is a green happy face on a spring. Impressed?
10. I think that God wants us to have superpowers for Him.
11. I like our new president-elect. His dad was born in Kenya, too. Finally! Someone to represent my minority.
12. I follow and devise theories about The Office, Lost, and Heroes.
13. I was raised on The Simpsons like a child is raised on goat's milk.
14. I pay close attention to expiration dates. If it's expired, I ain't ingestin' it.
15. I can scratch any part of my back. No limitations.
16. I'm a fan of giving foot massages (only women, though, 'cause they tend to clean their feet more often).

I uninstalled the crappy pop-up blockers that didn't help. I can right-click tabs again, but still have pop-up trouble.

Celebration Station

Today, I saw the fruit of all my efforts and planning come together. To get a group of five junior highers to come together takes skill, time, and money. I had none of these, so my "Guys Day Out" ended up consisting of Brett, Clayton (who I picked up myself), and I. After getting lost for half an hour trying to find Clayton's house (it's a castle, by the way), we made our way to Celebration Station. It was wondrous.

First off, the parking lot was as empty as my wallet. It was easy to park right at the front. Next, the place had Brett sitting in it. Uncanny? Anyway, Clayton lit up when he saw the arcade, and we spent big bucks there, followed by some big bucks spent on putt-putt golf. We went fishing with our clubs and managed to get a few extra clubs and balls, so we had extra chances to win on that 18th hole, but to no avail! Since pizza was overpriced, we decided to forgo a meal there and went to Chik Fil A instead.

Thanks for coming, Brett. Our small groups should come together like this more often.

Oh, I also had 19 pop-ups waiting for me when I got home.

I tried to steal Brett's pictures, but they didn't work. http://theautobiographyofbrettm.blogspot.com/

Quality Education

Quality. My main concern when applying for college is a quality education. This sounds like a typical thing, but here's the deal. Daniel Lewis, basically my adopted brother, is taking college Physics and Chemistry. He has all kinds of questions and things about both subjects. He likes to think a little bit and make his own theories. He has pitched several theories to his teachers, and they typically talk a lot without giving a real answer.

I do not want to end up in a college like that. I want quality. I wanna be able to question things and to have my questions answered. What if Daniel had somehow stumbled upon a huge scientific discovery? What if I stumble upon a huge scientific discovery? If no professors can recognize it as what it is, it could fade away and remain undiscovered.

I don't plan on being smart enough to discover something huge. But I know that God has bigger plans for me than I could ever make on my own. I wanna be around people who could recognize something new, or be able to correct me on the subject.

This is why I so question many Christian colleges. It is why I am so inclined towards Boston University.

Word time + Sleep = Happier London

He needs his quiet time though.

I'm gonna try to add more later.

Pop-Ups And God On The Brain

I was watching Heroes online, and my internet was being crappy, so the video was choppy. I'm an American, and don't approve of this, so I Googled for a website that would play it better. I found such a website, but it had the "?" that my computer uses to tell me whether a website is good or bad. I now have pop-ups. They mostly use internet explorer, which I hate anyway, but when I clicked to delete it, it resurrected itself. Creepy, huh? It's been too long since I've had computer problems.

I got a detention today. They had a locker check and apparently empty water bottles are prohibited. I'll be taking all of my finals this year.

My One frustrates me. I wish I could know if she's joking about Christianity or if she's anywhere near serious.

I have research to do over break. Mr. Beaumont loaned me like six books on Alexander Pope, who I'm doing my poet research paper on, and he expects it to be way hard. I also have to read Dr. Seuss biographies and make notecards on his stuff.

I don't like to look to the past all the time, but today I was thinking about those men of God, well-known pastors and evangelists, who have God on the brain at all times. Their focus is totally on God, and He makes it into every part of their lives. I got pretty dern close to living that way last year. I wanna be like that again, except without doing harm to my body.

I sound frustrated as of late, don't I?