Oh fundraising. How I've grown to despise thee.
I believe this has a lot to do with how every other month since kindergarten, schools and athletic teams have been pushing the same fundraisers. Everyone sells cookie dough, or chocolate. I guess you could say, the word fundraising brings a sour taste to my mouth.
However, in the missions field, gathering support (a bit of that being funding) is always necessary. It is necessary that I ask people for their support, not only monetary support, but moral and emotional support as well. Now, I'm going to let you in on something that I don't like to talk about: I can be a rather prideful person. I mean prideful in the sense that I feel like I can do things alone, without anyone's help, and I don't like having to ask for help. Which is probably another reason that fundraising and asking for money is always hard. Because even though I do need it, I don't want you to know that I need it. Which makes it difficult to raise any support.
That is why I am writing this post. To get it out there that I do need help. I need your help if I want to have a successful trip this summer. But! I don't want you to think that I am just asking for your money. If you can donate money towards my mission this summer then please, do. But if you cannot, I am still in need of your support. Like any mission, we need the Lord's guidance, and we need people who believe in our cause. Praying for me and the team that I am on, that is just as important as anything else.
I realize that in order for you to fully understand what exactly you will be supporting, I am going to have to let you in on what I am doing. That is where my new summer blog comes in. There is a link at the top of the page that will take you to where I will primarily be posting about my summer. There is only one post so far, but I am working on another one about this past weekend and our trip to Goldsboro. Not soon after this one goes up there will be a similar post about raising support on it as well.
A button was placed below the "popular posts" on the sidebar on the right where you should be able to send any monetary donations that you wish to an account that I created specifically for this summer. There is also a button at the bottom of this post.
To end off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who reads my blog. I haven't seen a whole lot of comments, but the page views keep going up, so I guess someone is reading. I would love to hear about your lives, or what you think of the things that are going on in mine, so please, feel free to comment.
Mo
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Self Discipline
Let me start off by saying that lately, the most consistent thing that I've been doing is getting 7 to 9 hours of sleep every night. Which is not a bad thing. Sleep is something that I have come to realize is extremely important. This realization had taken me about four years. My initial sleep deprivation started at good 'ole NCSSM that fateful August in 2009. The insane amount of academic pressure at that school (and at college afterwards) makes getting the least amount of sleep possible something to be proud of. Which is shouldn't. Admittedly, the faculty does promote good health and not just exercise but also healthy eating and getting enough sleep. But the "I only got four hours of sleep last night", said with that tone that is meant to sound like a complaint but is more like a brag, conversations continue.
AND, sleep is not what I was planning on writing about in this post. Although is does kind of go along with my topic of self-discipline. As some sort of segway, I'll at least say that if you have the discipline to get your stuff done, then getting enough sleep is not going to be a problem. That being said, my self-discipline has been severely lacking lately, specifically in the spiritual areas of my life. As you may have read in one of my earlier posts, I was planning on reading a chapter of Acts everyday this month. Just one chapter. Everyday. And I am currently about nine chapters behind. While I know that this is just a goal that I set for myself, and that no, the Word isn't going to change. The fact that I am now so far behind is discouraging me from starting up again and trying to finish. The problem isn't even that I don't enjoy reading the Bible, because I do. Reading the book Acts (the bit that I have) has opened my eyes a lot to what the church is supposed to look like, what the original church looked like. Before it came to be about the building and the denomination. When the people were simply following Christ and not bothered about the more petty things of religion.
Self Discipline is a topic that has come up again and again this year at the weekly Bible study that I go to. And every time it does I feel so convicted. But a feeling of conviction is not what is going to make me change. Only I can do that, with the Lord's help. This is really about my focus, what I am focused on. My focus has been changing, and needs to continue to change in order for me to be the person that I want to be. A model that I go to is the "Proverbs 31 Woman". Starting at verse 10, she is described as hardworking, loving, innovative, and she is constantly looking to improve her relationship with her Lord and Savior. That is the kind of person that I want to be.
Mo
AND, sleep is not what I was planning on writing about in this post. Although is does kind of go along with my topic of self-discipline. As some sort of segway, I'll at least say that if you have the discipline to get your stuff done, then getting enough sleep is not going to be a problem. That being said, my self-discipline has been severely lacking lately, specifically in the spiritual areas of my life. As you may have read in one of my earlier posts, I was planning on reading a chapter of Acts everyday this month. Just one chapter. Everyday. And I am currently about nine chapters behind. While I know that this is just a goal that I set for myself, and that no, the Word isn't going to change. The fact that I am now so far behind is discouraging me from starting up again and trying to finish. The problem isn't even that I don't enjoy reading the Bible, because I do. Reading the book Acts (the bit that I have) has opened my eyes a lot to what the church is supposed to look like, what the original church looked like. Before it came to be about the building and the denomination. When the people were simply following Christ and not bothered about the more petty things of religion.
Self Discipline is a topic that has come up again and again this year at the weekly Bible study that I go to. And every time it does I feel so convicted. But a feeling of conviction is not what is going to make me change. Only I can do that, with the Lord's help. This is really about my focus, what I am focused on. My focus has been changing, and needs to continue to change in order for me to be the person that I want to be. A model that I go to is the "Proverbs 31 Woman". Starting at verse 10, she is described as hardworking, loving, innovative, and she is constantly looking to improve her relationship with her Lord and Savior. That is the kind of person that I want to be.
Mo
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Following Christ: Before it was Cool
It's so easy to forget that people other than the disciples followed Jesus around too. Like, a LOT of people. We get this image engrained into our minds of him and the apostles, and only the apostles that makes it hard to picture all of the other people who were Christ followers at the time. there were tons of people who heard his teachings and were like, "You know what, I believe this guy." then they just picked up and left. they left their homes, their jobs, a lot of them probably even left their families. All to follow this radical man, who many had deemed a lunatic. Doesn't that change the picture? Try to imagine it this way:
Everywhere Jesus went a giant crowd followed. When he stopped to rest on the road, tents
popped up all around. If he stopped in a city, a large party of people stopped too. They filled up
the inns, they stayed in fellow Christian homes in the city. All of those people had to eat
something. Where do you think that came from? I don't know.
Can you imagine doing that today?
Even then, the Roman people spread rumors and talked about Christians as a cult, as people who hated humanity. Christ's followers were persecuted, they were used as examples, being thrown in jail*, subjected to torture, and even murdered. On top of that, there were other guys running around claiming that they were the Chosen One, that they were the Messiah, not Jesus. So besides having to live a life of persecution and oppression, how did they know they were following the right guy? What was it that made him so obviously different to these people, that they believed Jesus was the real deal and no one else?
Also, lets keep in mind that the New Covenant had not yet been formed. That Christ hadn't died for the sins of man. These people did not have any proof that the Lord's grace was coming, that He was going to save them from sin. They must have been scared out of their minds at times. - What faith, that they would follow Jesus anyway.
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When I think about what these people had to go through, I am so thankful that we have it so easy today. There is no threat (at least currently in the US) that I will be killed for sticking to my faith. Christians can meet out in the open, we can worship God in front of the whole world. And that, my friends, is an amazing thing.
It makes me sad to see Christ-followers now who don't reach out, who have their church, and their denomination, and they don't care about anything else. WE ARE ONE BODY. It is our job to tell the world about our savior! We don't need to get caught up in petty arguments or create division among our brothers and sisters in Christ. Christians should be out there, searching for the lost, leading them to knowledge and faith in Jesus.
I want to say thank you to the first church, the original church. For taking the steps that they did, for enduring the pain and the suffering that they did, so that we could be where we are today.
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All of this came to mind because I'm trying to read through Acts again, to really understand what the first church was like. I want to know what made it so strong, and to apply those things to my own walk with Christ.
If anyone wants to start this study with me, I just finished Chapter 1. I will be reading a chapter a day for the rest of April. (I prefer the language of the New King James Version, but you can check out others and see if there is a different one you prefer.)
I would definitely be interested in hearing any thought that you have on this subject, or if you want to read through with me we can discuss things as they come up.
*Jail in the Roman empire was not like it is today. If you want to eat, you had to have someone who was willing to make and bring you all of your meals. There were no beds, no opportunities to bathe, no health care. If something happened or you got sick, that was just too bad - deal with it yourself.
Everywhere Jesus went a giant crowd followed. When he stopped to rest on the road, tents
popped up all around. If he stopped in a city, a large party of people stopped too. They filled up
the inns, they stayed in fellow Christian homes in the city. All of those people had to eat
something. Where do you think that came from? I don't know.
Can you imagine doing that today?
Even then, the Roman people spread rumors and talked about Christians as a cult, as people who hated humanity. Christ's followers were persecuted, they were used as examples, being thrown in jail*, subjected to torture, and even murdered. On top of that, there were other guys running around claiming that they were the Chosen One, that they were the Messiah, not Jesus. So besides having to live a life of persecution and oppression, how did they know they were following the right guy? What was it that made him so obviously different to these people, that they believed Jesus was the real deal and no one else?
Also, lets keep in mind that the New Covenant had not yet been formed. That Christ hadn't died for the sins of man. These people did not have any proof that the Lord's grace was coming, that He was going to save them from sin. They must have been scared out of their minds at times. - What faith, that they would follow Jesus anyway.
•
When I think about what these people had to go through, I am so thankful that we have it so easy today. There is no threat (at least currently in the US) that I will be killed for sticking to my faith. Christians can meet out in the open, we can worship God in front of the whole world. And that, my friends, is an amazing thing.
It makes me sad to see Christ-followers now who don't reach out, who have their church, and their denomination, and they don't care about anything else. WE ARE ONE BODY. It is our job to tell the world about our savior! We don't need to get caught up in petty arguments or create division among our brothers and sisters in Christ. Christians should be out there, searching for the lost, leading them to knowledge and faith in Jesus.
I want to say thank you to the first church, the original church. For taking the steps that they did, for enduring the pain and the suffering that they did, so that we could be where we are today.
•
All of this came to mind because I'm trying to read through Acts again, to really understand what the first church was like. I want to know what made it so strong, and to apply those things to my own walk with Christ.
If anyone wants to start this study with me, I just finished Chapter 1. I will be reading a chapter a day for the rest of April. (I prefer the language of the New King James Version, but you can check out others and see if there is a different one you prefer.)
I would definitely be interested in hearing any thought that you have on this subject, or if you want to read through with me we can discuss things as they come up.
*Jail in the Roman empire was not like it is today. If you want to eat, you had to have someone who was willing to make and bring you all of your meals. There were no beds, no opportunities to bathe, no health care. If something happened or you got sick, that was just too bad - deal with it yourself.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
A Love Like That
Earlier this month my family lost two of its most elder members. My great aunt Alma past, then only a few days later, on the day of her funeral, her husband, Tom, also left us.
Alma's health had been on the rocks for a while, so her passing, though still painful for the family, was not unexpected. Tom on the other hand, he was raring to go. The doctors say that he died of a heart attack. I believe it is a bit more poetic, and probably more true to say that he died of a broken heart.
Now, I'm going to preface this by saying that I did not have an intimate relationship with either of them. Seeing them at family reunions, hearing them make comments such as, "Oh, how you've grown!", and, "I remember when you were this big," (while miming rocking a baby in their arms) are about as far as my personal relationship with them goes. That being said, they had some great stories. My family tree is large and intricate, so I won't even try to begin to clarify or tell who people are. But, his daughters? granddaughters?, either way, they absolutely adored Tom and Alma. At his funeral, three of them got up and gave, not really a speech, but a wonderful telling of some precious memories featuring Tom and Alma. The couple used to own a large chicken farm, and they worked their tails off. They would even get the kids to go gather eggs, singing the whole time.
Tom and Alma worked hard, and they loved hard. Having to spend time away from his family during WWII, Tom wrote countless letters back to Alma. She responded in kind. As they got older, they kept all of the letters in the trunk and would occasionally read them aloud to each other. How sweet is that? As they were going through Tom's things, they even found a short letter in his wallet, it read something like this (not an exact quote):
Alma's health had been on the rocks for a while, so her passing, though still painful for the family, was not unexpected. Tom on the other hand, he was raring to go. The doctors say that he died of a heart attack. I believe it is a bit more poetic, and probably more true to say that he died of a broken heart.
Now, I'm going to preface this by saying that I did not have an intimate relationship with either of them. Seeing them at family reunions, hearing them make comments such as, "Oh, how you've grown!", and, "I remember when you were this big," (while miming rocking a baby in their arms) are about as far as my personal relationship with them goes. That being said, they had some great stories. My family tree is large and intricate, so I won't even try to begin to clarify or tell who people are. But, his daughters? granddaughters?, either way, they absolutely adored Tom and Alma. At his funeral, three of them got up and gave, not really a speech, but a wonderful telling of some precious memories featuring Tom and Alma. The couple used to own a large chicken farm, and they worked their tails off. They would even get the kids to go gather eggs, singing the whole time.
Tom and Alma worked hard, and they loved hard. Having to spend time away from his family during WWII, Tom wrote countless letters back to Alma. She responded in kind. As they got older, they kept all of the letters in the trunk and would occasionally read them aloud to each other. How sweet is that? As they were going through Tom's things, they even found a short letter in his wallet, it read something like this (not an exact quote):
"Dear Tom,
You are the most handsome guy I know.
I am so glad that you are my husband,
..."
That is as much as I remember, and I don't want to botch it, or not do it justice, so I'll stop there.
As Alma's health was declining, she was put in the hospital. Every day Tom would drive to see her. He would stay there as long as he could, even sleeping in a chair beside her bed at night. In the morning he would get up, go home to shower and eat breakfast, then head back over to the hospital.
If that's not dedication and commitment, I don't know what is.
What I'm getting to with this story, bittersweet as it is, is that love like that exists. God knows what is right for you, and who is right for you. And if you keep waiting, He'll give you something amazing.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Exams: The Art of Procrastination and a Consideration of the World Around Us
So, as I am sure many other college students are experiencing right now, I am currently doing my best to avoid studying for my finals even though I know full well that I need to do amazingly on them to get the grades I want this semester. Sorry for that obnoxious run-on by the way. But seriously, I can never focus.
This morning was great, I met up with one of my friends and we walked to a bridge downtown and got to see the sun come up over Raleigh. Which, I am proud to say, is developing a skyline of sorts. There is something about getting up before the sun and getting to see the city wake up around you. Feeling the bridge you're standing on shake under feet with every passing car. Standing in the quiet with a good friend that helps you see that the world is bigger than the bubble that you put yourself in. Mine is currently NC State and all that entails. Actually, I would realistically say that I have multiple bubbles: my family at home, then more exclusively my sisters and myself, as well as my bible study through my church, another bible study a friend introduced me to, then there is the Honors Program, the Ben Franklin Program, and finally the United Way club. I'm sure there are more, but I am not going to try and list them right now. We put ourselves in these bubble and forget that the world will keep going without us if we stop paying attention. Then, when we catch a glimpse of reality it can knock us off our feet.
Living in and growing up in today's America, we are taught to focus on ourselves, to make sure that things work out for us, often at the expense of others. If you want to go deeper with that, the "American Dream" is really a one man on top scenario in the first place: You can't have everything without taking something from someone else. Lets call that the Conservation of Things. Anyway, that tells us that living in a bubble is completely acceptable, and keeps us from developing a fully formed idea of what the world is really like. Without understanding the world around us, we are content to simply think that we are the best and couldn't possibly have anything to learn from anyone else.
I find this to be extremely sad, and am often disappointed with the problems that America thinks it has. When I look at the news and the most pressing issue in America (that is spoken of) is that of marijuana being legalized while other places in the world are dealing with massive natural disasters and drastic social revolutions I can't help but think that we are ignorant in our wealth. I say wealth to mean that most have food enough to eat and a place to sleep at night, not to mention the amazing technology we have at our fingertips almost every second of the day.
It seems that this post has developed in a way that I wasn't expecting, and I'm not sure what the point I'm trying to make is, but thank you for reading this far.
...still thinking..
.. To all of you college/university students out there going through finals with me, just remember: Although studying is important and I'm not advocating for unpreparedness, the world is bigger than you probably realize. In the long run, this one set of finals will most likely not have that great of an impact on the rest of your life.
Good luck everyone, and God bless,
Mo
This morning was great, I met up with one of my friends and we walked to a bridge downtown and got to see the sun come up over Raleigh. Which, I am proud to say, is developing a skyline of sorts. There is something about getting up before the sun and getting to see the city wake up around you. Feeling the bridge you're standing on shake under feet with every passing car. Standing in the quiet with a good friend that helps you see that the world is bigger than the bubble that you put yourself in. Mine is currently NC State and all that entails. Actually, I would realistically say that I have multiple bubbles: my family at home, then more exclusively my sisters and myself, as well as my bible study through my church, another bible study a friend introduced me to, then there is the Honors Program, the Ben Franklin Program, and finally the United Way club. I'm sure there are more, but I am not going to try and list them right now. We put ourselves in these bubble and forget that the world will keep going without us if we stop paying attention. Then, when we catch a glimpse of reality it can knock us off our feet.
Living in and growing up in today's America, we are taught to focus on ourselves, to make sure that things work out for us, often at the expense of others. If you want to go deeper with that, the "American Dream" is really a one man on top scenario in the first place: You can't have everything without taking something from someone else. Lets call that the Conservation of Things. Anyway, that tells us that living in a bubble is completely acceptable, and keeps us from developing a fully formed idea of what the world is really like. Without understanding the world around us, we are content to simply think that we are the best and couldn't possibly have anything to learn from anyone else.
I find this to be extremely sad, and am often disappointed with the problems that America thinks it has. When I look at the news and the most pressing issue in America (that is spoken of) is that of marijuana being legalized while other places in the world are dealing with massive natural disasters and drastic social revolutions I can't help but think that we are ignorant in our wealth. I say wealth to mean that most have food enough to eat and a place to sleep at night, not to mention the amazing technology we have at our fingertips almost every second of the day.
It seems that this post has developed in a way that I wasn't expecting, and I'm not sure what the point I'm trying to make is, but thank you for reading this far.
...still thinking..
.. To all of you college/university students out there going through finals with me, just remember: Although studying is important and I'm not advocating for unpreparedness, the world is bigger than you probably realize. In the long run, this one set of finals will most likely not have that great of an impact on the rest of your life.
Good luck everyone, and God bless,
Mo
Monday, September 17, 2012
Keeping Perspective
This is my fourth year in a highly competitive academic environment, and I think I am finally getting a handle on the fact that grades, though important, are not everything. I have let my grades basically rule my life for so long, and been thoroughly stressed out the whole time. It's exhausting, really. Every time my friends and family who aren't at school with me see me, they comment on how tired I look. Actually it's usually one of the first things that my Mom says every time I see or talk to her, whether I see her, or am even talking on the phone.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to put in the effort, still work for those good grades. I'm just trying to make them have less of an impact on my life. The sobbing breakdowns on the phone with my mother do not need to happen. They are as unpleasant for her as they are for me. My first year living at school, it literally got to the point where my Mom didn't want to talk on the phone with me because it usually ended with me bawling my eyes out about some assignment that seemed to important at the time, but now I see that it was so trivial. The work is still necessary, you will still find me furiously taking notes in class and when I do assigned readings. I will still be doing all of the homework and practicing as much as possible. But there are so many other things that are important too.
Family is definitely one of those things. Now that my middle sister is also away from home, and Dad is always traveling with work, just leaving the littlest one with Mom, it seems so important to me that I stay in touch with everyone. I love the phone conversations where there can be a break in the conversation for what some would think is an awkwardly long amount of time, but we don't care because that's how comfortable we are with one another. I will be the first to admit that I am horrible at keeping in touch with my friends and family. That is something that I have been working on, maintaining relationships with people that I love, and it's not easy. Not only am I bad at keeping up, the communication skills that I have in regards to emotions are severely lacking. I just hope that the people in my life can see how important they are to me, and how much I love them.
Other activities, such as Bible study, and volunteering with the NCSU Student United Way, that I am the president of (which, by the way, still blows my mind) take up a bit of time. That was something that I used to feel guilty about on some level, because it took away from my studying. But seriously, those things are just as, if not more important than hitting the books. I'm going to look back at my college experience in twenty years and not remember how dedicated I was, or how long I spent studying. I'm going to remember the people and the times that had an impact on my life, and I am grateful for that.
People have been telling me for a while now that I work too hard, and I'm just now realizing how right they are. I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been here by my side to support me, and to try and keep my head where it should be. Mom has always told me two things: 1) Everything happens for a reason, 2) You've got to keep perspective. I didn't realize the impact that those two statements would have on me and my thinking, but I think I'm beginning to. Thank you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to put in the effort, still work for those good grades. I'm just trying to make them have less of an impact on my life. The sobbing breakdowns on the phone with my mother do not need to happen. They are as unpleasant for her as they are for me. My first year living at school, it literally got to the point where my Mom didn't want to talk on the phone with me because it usually ended with me bawling my eyes out about some assignment that seemed to important at the time, but now I see that it was so trivial. The work is still necessary, you will still find me furiously taking notes in class and when I do assigned readings. I will still be doing all of the homework and practicing as much as possible. But there are so many other things that are important too.
Family is definitely one of those things. Now that my middle sister is also away from home, and Dad is always traveling with work, just leaving the littlest one with Mom, it seems so important to me that I stay in touch with everyone. I love the phone conversations where there can be a break in the conversation for what some would think is an awkwardly long amount of time, but we don't care because that's how comfortable we are with one another. I will be the first to admit that I am horrible at keeping in touch with my friends and family. That is something that I have been working on, maintaining relationships with people that I love, and it's not easy. Not only am I bad at keeping up, the communication skills that I have in regards to emotions are severely lacking. I just hope that the people in my life can see how important they are to me, and how much I love them.
Other activities, such as Bible study, and volunteering with the NCSU Student United Way, that I am the president of (which, by the way, still blows my mind) take up a bit of time. That was something that I used to feel guilty about on some level, because it took away from my studying. But seriously, those things are just as, if not more important than hitting the books. I'm going to look back at my college experience in twenty years and not remember how dedicated I was, or how long I spent studying. I'm going to remember the people and the times that had an impact on my life, and I am grateful for that.
People have been telling me for a while now that I work too hard, and I'm just now realizing how right they are. I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been here by my side to support me, and to try and keep my head where it should be. Mom has always told me two things: 1) Everything happens for a reason, 2) You've got to keep perspective. I didn't realize the impact that those two statements would have on me and my thinking, but I think I'm beginning to. Thank you.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Home with the Cat
I've been home since the 8th. While that is a good thing in the sense that I actually have a break before diving in to my planed activities for the summer, it hasn't been the most exciting time of my life. Lately I've just been sitting at home watching TV or playing a number of games on my iPod/computer.
Okay, I just want to make it clear that I am one of those people who never had any type of gaming equipment as a child. No gaming consoles, not even a GameBoy. That's right. Honestly, it's probably a good thing, seeing how awkward I am in the first place. I can only imagine that my awkwardness would have been majorly enhanced by those kinds of things. Well.. we did have a couple of kid-friendly computer games, like Harry Potter (Quidditch was my favorite part of that game) and one Lego game. I think it was Lego Island, but I could never figure out how to catch the prisoner after you release him with that spicy pizza... Yea, so my childhood was mostly made up of spending hours outside with the sisters, real life Legos, and almost weekly trips to the local library. During the summer we would go spend the afternoon at the lake down the road with what few other kids there were in our tiny little town.
That being said, I am now extremely susceptible to being sucked into a game, and since I have nothing else to do, play it for at least a couple of hours at a time. So that is a lot of what I have been doing for the past two weeks. Someone in the Honors Quad posted a link to an online GameBoy emulator on our facebook group page. That was at least 2 days right there.
Yesterday there was a Warehouse 13 mini-marathon on Syfy, which of-course, I watched most of. For those of you that don't know, Syfy actually has some really good shows. Their movies are getting better too. One show of theirs that I have been curious to see but haven't gotten a chance is "Face Off". I think the show is a competition to find the next great makeup artist for them to hire. But don't quote me on that, because I'm not positive.
In other news, I spent three days last week being a proctor for the middle school that my dad works at. Definitely not the most exciting three days of my life, but it really wasn't that bad. I definitely suggest that if you have nothing better to do (like I didn't) that you go volunteer your time at a local elementary/middle school and proctor for the EOGs. They can always use the help.
So my cat is actually kind of irrelevant in this post, but I didn't want the title to be "Home Alone" or something depressing like that.
Have a great week!
Mo
PS. Hopefully I will find the will power to get into C. S. Lewis's "The Screwtape Letters" soon. I've been wanting to read it, but I know his books are really dense and haven't yet.
Okay, I just want to make it clear that I am one of those people who never had any type of gaming equipment as a child. No gaming consoles, not even a GameBoy. That's right. Honestly, it's probably a good thing, seeing how awkward I am in the first place. I can only imagine that my awkwardness would have been majorly enhanced by those kinds of things. Well.. we did have a couple of kid-friendly computer games, like Harry Potter (Quidditch was my favorite part of that game) and one Lego game. I think it was Lego Island, but I could never figure out how to catch the prisoner after you release him with that spicy pizza... Yea, so my childhood was mostly made up of spending hours outside with the sisters, real life Legos, and almost weekly trips to the local library. During the summer we would go spend the afternoon at the lake down the road with what few other kids there were in our tiny little town.
That being said, I am now extremely susceptible to being sucked into a game, and since I have nothing else to do, play it for at least a couple of hours at a time. So that is a lot of what I have been doing for the past two weeks. Someone in the Honors Quad posted a link to an online GameBoy emulator on our facebook group page. That was at least 2 days right there.
Yesterday there was a Warehouse 13 mini-marathon on Syfy, which of-course, I watched most of. For those of you that don't know, Syfy actually has some really good shows. Their movies are getting better too. One show of theirs that I have been curious to see but haven't gotten a chance is "Face Off". I think the show is a competition to find the next great makeup artist for them to hire. But don't quote me on that, because I'm not positive.
In other news, I spent three days last week being a proctor for the middle school that my dad works at. Definitely not the most exciting three days of my life, but it really wasn't that bad. I definitely suggest that if you have nothing better to do (like I didn't) that you go volunteer your time at a local elementary/middle school and proctor for the EOGs. They can always use the help.
So my cat is actually kind of irrelevant in this post, but I didn't want the title to be "Home Alone" or something depressing like that.
Have a great week!
Mo
PS. Hopefully I will find the will power to get into C. S. Lewis's "The Screwtape Letters" soon. I've been wanting to read it, but I know his books are really dense and haven't yet.
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