Team Edward

Last night we arrived at the movie theater at 10:30 P.M. for a movie that started at 12:04 A.M. We were not the first ones there. We went because I liked the first movie and everyone else has read the books. We went in that fun, ironic, this-is-what-you-do-in-college kind of a way. Not quite the reason everyone else was there. There were women… GROWN WOMEN in fangs and Edward shirts. It was an interesting evening. Loved the movie. Loved the crazies. Some of the audience members wierded me out, but all in all it was a top night. Still an Edward fan.
Had a superb meal before hand. Alyssa, Jessica, Steph, and Sarah cooked a yummy college Thanksgiving dinner and had us all over. Chicken, dressing, cranberries, rolls, rice, fruit salad, veggies, and some FABULOUS mac-n-cheese, made by yours truly. Lots of dessert goodness too. Good food, even better fellowship.
This morning I slept in late. My bestie is here and STILL asleep. Even after our fire alarm went off throughout the whole house… ASLEEP! I should probably go check to see that she’s still breathing. Anyway, today we’re going to Austin because she’s never been. It’s raining but it should still be fun.
Meanwhile, Alexis and I are watching last night’s Grey’s…

He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother

On the way home from Regina Spektor, which was fabulous by the way, I got to catch up with my little bro. It seems like every time I go home I'm wowed by how he's just not a little kid anymore. There are five years between us so there's always been a significant gap of maturity or interest levels, but he's growing into one of my favorite people and best buds. We swap opinions on music and movies. We talk about plans for the future and on Thursday, we talked about relationships, a subject I've been made well-informed on only by witnessing those around me. He had a really sweet perspective on being sensitive to the Holy Spirit which made me so proud, but then he said something that made my heart soar. After a little coercing, he was telling me about a girl that he had a little crush on and when talking about her, his primary point was the way she loves Jesus. "She's a spiritual beast. It's so cool." Thank you Jesus that he is so in love with the father that it consumes his all, even the way he views girls. Lord, bless his soul-mate, she's going to be such a lucky lady... I mean just look at that face:

Countdown...

One day to Regina Spektor

Two days to girls' night

Three days to face painting and Bible Study Bonding with my girls

Six days to teaching my second lesson

Eight days to New Moon with my bestie

Nine days to E.A.S.T. with my bestie

Ten days to a wedding

Thirteen days to hanging my art show

Fourteen days to Thanksgiving... yum

Nineteen days to my art show

Twenty-three days to mother/daughter weekend

Twenty-six days to my last final

I guess I can make it

Love and Fear

One of my teachers made a statement on Monday. It was this: “Everything comes from one of two places, fear or love.”

I’ve thought a bit a about that. I’m not naïve enough to believe that all things are so black and white, but this seems to be generally true.

On a macro level, you have God and Satan.

God is a God of love. All things come from his love for himself and his children.

Satan is fear. He knows his destiny and his actions are a direct result of that fear. Fear is also a favored tool of his.

On more of an everyday level, we can choose to love or not. Most times when we do not choose to love, we can trace it back to fear.

“I hate you!” Can sometimes be translated into “I am afraid that the things I see in you I also see in myself.”

I see this statement to have some real validity in my life.

But what if you’re afraid to choose love?

Halloweeeeeen

Wilma, Hannah, Jackie, Kate and School Girl

A Swinger of Birches

Sometimes I wish I could major in everything.

I watch E.R. and Grey's Anatomy and think, "I could be a doctor, that would be sweet," but realistically I wouldn't be best friends with all my peers and Dr. McDreamy wouldn't fall madly in love with me in the on-call room.

I get caught up in a good book and think, "I should have majored in literature or English, so I could make kids love to read" but I know that I would get so tired of mandatory readings and perhaps develop a grudge towards some real classics.

I watch old WWII movies with my dad and think, "Wow, history is so rich. I should have majored in that," but... there's just so much of it!

I see little tidbits of economics on my yahoo news feed and think, "Business is fascinating. That would have been a cool major," but then I think of the economy and well... you know.

Then I finish a drawing or collage and it almost validates my whole being. I think, "even if no one ever sees this, I finished it and that's all I needed to do." I never feel more connected with God, more feminine, more peaceful, than when I'm just creating.

I guess I've picked the right major... Welp, too late now!

Flirty Girl Fitness

I'm currently watching my roommates do the "Sexy Stretch" section of the Flirty Girl Fitness Video... it's not so sexy.