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Currently Listening I Wish We All Could Win By The Afters see related

for those of you who didnt know...

Leslie Moore rocks...

my most humble apologies for my insanely huge pride

i'm human.  i'm guy.  those 2 factors alone are a big reason i have such a big ego sometimes.  heh, "sometimes"...see?  there it is!  my ego is speaking. edit: all the time. 

i have to be the most competive guy ever.  or the most competive person.  one of those.  bottom line is that i'm a lousy loser.  admitting defeat gracefully has never been a strong point of mine.  hmm...maybe not even just defeat.  it's just hard for me to admit that someones better than i am.  which sucks.  i dont like being that conceited.  can it really be that natural?  seriously, i think a bunch of the time, i take things way too far.  thoughts go through my head, attempting to convince me that if i've ever beaten them before, or whatever the situation, there's no excuse for me not to win again. 

that's a load of crap.  i know that's not true.  i mean, most of the time, this is a game for pete's sake, a flippin game.  it's supposed to be fun for cryin out loud.  wow theyre were a lot of catch phrases in the past 3 sentences.  absolutely nothing good comes from getting worked up over a game of halo or catch phrase or whatever.  and then of course, since it's me, those that are closest to me are ones i take out my frustration on.  swell.  i'm sorry yall.  i'm trying to work on this. 

specifically, i'm trying to work on living a more Godly life...literally.  no, not like how we hear that phrase in church that it's implied that such a grand change happens as a result of a connection you had with the Lord on a sunday morning. i mean literally.  because i think it's easy to lose sight of things that should be basic.  we forget that it's not natural for us to desire the things of God.  heres an analogy.  Col. 3 talks about "clothing ourselves" in a list of traits that parallel very closely to the fruits of the spirit listed in Gal. 5  here's what i mean:  is it natural for us to wear clothes?  if you said yes, then i can understand why.  for the most part, societies standards call for us to be clothed.  it seems natural because it becomes a habit.  but it isnt natural!  it's something we weren't born with.  its something that physically has to be done, EVERYDAY.  yall see where i'm goin with this?  my point is that just because we're children of God doesnt mean that we come out of the womb, as it were, clothed in the outfit He's designed for us.  i think it's become easy for me to assume that in the routine of living this life that i somehow start with all these things.  the cool part is that i can though.  we all can.  we're capable of it, and God wants us for it.  but we have to put on those clothes, we have to literally pull them out of the Holy Drawer and put them on.  Christ will help us dress.  He want's to so badly!  which brings me to another cool thing i've learned. 

grammar has never been my strongpoint.  i normally hate analyzing grammatical structure unless it relates to song lyrics or theological studies.  the Bible has a lot of action words, wouldn't you say?  i know action words isnt necessarily the correct term, but you get my drift. ACTION.  earlier in Col. 3, it says that we have to put to death our evil desires.  put to DEATH.  that's serious!  not like well i'll slap it around a few times and hope it doesnt come calling.  KILL it, STRANGLE it, STARVE it.  this actually involves us!  there is not even the slightest of laziness.  it implies the opposite, it implies the resolve to follow through.  we're supposed to "run the race before us."  none of this "yogging," with a soft "j" or trotting.  i mean, God himself is the king of these action words.  He pursues us!  again, not of this trotting or kinda heading our general direction.  we're talking all out sprinting, hauling heavenly booty straight towards us for our rescue.  i mean how cool is that?

anyway, those are some of things i've been learning.  action, act\ion action, i gotta not just expect things to happen if i don't consciously pursue them.  ok, i'm done

speakin of catch phrase, the moore sisters are killer players.  i dunno if its the moore connection, the female connection, the experience of growing up on a farm in a small town, the telepathy, or what, but it's something to watch.  ill be lookin over the shoulder of one reading what the phrase is, and the one that's guessing is 100% completely way off, wrong.  then all of a sudden, the one describing gets really big eyes, and starts frantically moving her hands in desperation.  then, amazingly, the one guessing reverses course, and having yet to guess any part of the phrase correctly, shouts out the phrase perfectly, smiling gleefully.  the other team, normally comprised of more male members, stares on, confused and jealous. and it never fails.  the sisters should compete.  seriously.  thatd be somethin to watch. 

alright, more later.  sorry for the rambling.

Currently Listening B Collision By David Crowder Band see related

- I Saw the Light

WHOOP

yes.  it happened.  i started my entry with short sentences with frequent periods.  again.  see?  oh yes, i forgot, onto the good stuff...

so i took my final today.  actually i didn't take it, the Lord went to battle for me.  and He won.  He would.  He always does.  It's in His nature to always win.  I like that about Him.  He's glorified when He wins.  i mean, holy tar!  how cools is that?  God's like ill take the final for him and give him an A in the class...and I'll enjoy it because I'm God and get to use my God-like awesomeness to do it.  and just think...little old me is along for the ride. 

and get this- i just got a phone call from my academic advisor.  she wanted to congratulate me for doing so well.  i mean wow.  thanks, but wasnt me. appreciate that though.  yeah.  i got a 96 on the thing, by the way.  so that's cool.

also, my advisor said that it's essentially a paperwork thing.  once we get the paperwork to go through, i can register again. freakin yay!

alright, enough about school.  it's summer after all.  ok, i didn't sleep too well last night, and it wasn't because i had an exam.  i'll tell you what bothered me.  i'm sure there's a perfectly goof explanation for this. however, it was enough to worry me slightly last night.

the treehouse in the sandlot, the one where the campout occurred and the base of operations for retrieving the sacred ball from the Beast. who built it, or how did it get there?  i mean, it was a lot after all, maybe the previous owners had put it there.  or did the boys build it.  seems like a heck of a contraption for them and their limited supplies to build.  i wondered if it was a result of the minds of timmy and tommy, the 2 brothers.  afterall, for a while, they owned a company that specialized in pre-fabricated treehouses...that was before they got rich off of mini-malls.  any ideas people?  the curiousity was excruciating last night. 

another question: how come you never see the treehouse with they boys are actually playing the game?  it's obviously located in very close proximity to the fence of Mr. Murtle's yard.  often in the came, you can see the tree's and brush around there, but rarely (if ever) the tree house. 

and my 3rd and final question regarding the treehouse and things of the like.  where the heck did the random swingset come in.  the only time i recall seeing this (if i am wrong, i wont be surprised, given the fact i havent seen the movie in a  year or so) is when the hoovers blow as a result of the bent tube that Squints so aptly reported though his cereal-box-magnification-contraption.  boy that one's a fun one to say in the tommy boy voice.  also, sidenote: that's my second use of the word "contraption" today.  off topic, moving back on.  remember the boys leave the tree house through various methods of running/climbing down, flinging themselves over the side, and finally falling backwards while holding onto the ladder.  the boys hit the ground.  all except one.  it was timmy i believe.  he walks down, shakes the dust from his head, and delivers quite the philosophical speech of how they need to change their tactics if they hope to gain victory over the legendary canine.  as usual, the boys form some form of symmetric group, either a mob or a line facing the speaker.  behind timmy you can see a yellow swingset.  i don't remember seeing a fence there, so i dont think it belonged to another yard, but it might have.  either way, it's surprising, because with as many aerial shots as the movie contained, i don't remember it showing up. 

just food for thought.  most of that information is worthless, it's just...captivating...at least to me.  i'm strange.  i gotta work some now, something just landed on my desk.  it resembles a whoopee cushion.  curiousity is leading me away, so away i must go.  more to follow.

oh, and still listening to B Collision.  david crowder band rocks.