Fight the Tide

The Opening Of My Eyes

2007-01-17T20:12:00.000-08:00

Journal Entry - January 1, 2007
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It's strange how you can claim a thing for so long, yet miss that moment of true understanding - that final epiphany and the opening of my eyes.

Tonight God revealed to me what "giving Him my heart" really means. It's much more than a song lyric or recited line of prayer; it's complete and utter submission to His will. As I sat on my bed, in the dark of my room, I wasn't expecting God's still small voice. I've been in a place away from God for the past while and I wanted to come back to my first love, but something was there in the way...Despair? Hopelessness? Stubborness? Or maybe a combination of all three, creating a self-imposed barrier between me and my Savior. I eventually found myself calling out for God to touch me, for Him to come and save me from myself. And I heared Him speak to me in the same manner I used to experience in the early years of my Christian walk.

He told me to give Him my heart. So I thought, "Okay. Easy enough." But as I sat there with a closed fist, envisioning my heart safe within my grasp, I realized the act is more than just a simple proclaimation; an exclaimation of hollow words and short lived devotion. Giving up my heart means adjusting my purpose to that of putting God first before all and everything. He said it meant giving up things that are important to me if they conflict with God's place as first above all.He challenged my yearning to become like God and told me if I really want to become like Him, I will put Him first above all, for this is the only way for Him to mold me into His image. Giving up my heart and making "God first" the motto of my life can only result in my becoming a true imitator and child of Christ. After all, I can constantly pledge to follow God's path for my life as best I can, but how do I know what He's telling me to do if I'm not listening?

I don't know what giving myself up and putting God first specifically means, but I hear God telling me to trust Him. And hey, He hasn't failed me yet. So as I opened my clenched hand and gave up my heart, I realized specifics don't matter right now. I know that as I walk with Him He will show me how to put Him first. If it means breaking myself away from an activity or habit that conflicts with this goal, then I will consent. That's what giving up your heart is. And that's why it's harder to do than just singing a nice sounding song line because it means absolute and total trust and devotion. So what motivates me to take that step? It's that same trust that makes the act possible. I know that only by this surrender will I realize my full potential and purpose in this life and by doing so become increasingly more like Christ Himself, the only logical aim for any true Christian.

I refuse to be a waste of space!

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Even though I wrote this entry a few weeks ago, I've come to realize this submission is a lifelong journey, branched off and yet intertwined with the one true journey that every Christian embarks upon when he takes those first few steps into the truth. One of the most pivotal things I've realized about this journey is that putting God first means asking myself "How do I put God first in this circumstance?" in every seperate situation I find myself in. For example, it means putting God first in my relationships, in my future plans, and in my day. By putting Him first in everything that makes up my life (as I currently know it, anyway), He inevitably becomes first over all.

Fighting the Tide

2006-12-13T13:12:00.000-08:00

What would you fight for? Freedom? Peace? Justice? God?

Well, we heared from Mr. Cicero and it seems that he would ignore fighting for justice, but I believe he may in fact stand for peace - based on his quote, that is. But what about you? Does it come down to your values? Your religion? What would cause you to stand and risk your life to protect it's cause? I'll give you some thinking time...

Okay! No more thinking! In History, we learned about this crazy revolution in Russia that happened early in the 1900's and lasted until like 1920 or so (I'm pretty sure my accuracy is quite off so you may read alot of "approximately", "and such", "or so" kind of words. But bear with me, please!). Anyway, most of this nasty revolution stuff is recognized to have been noticed for the first time in 1905, on a day we now call Bloody Sunday ("Sunday, bloody Sunday..."). For all you who know what went on, I apologize; but I've gotta recap quickly. Well, a bunch of people got together to protest, at the palace of the Tsar, the state of living they had to endure everyday. It was terrible. There was famine and disease and grossness all over. So the procession, led by a Russian priest, marched about in front of the ruler's home, demanding his attention be given to their plight. But when he did look out, it was only to order his Cossacks (like his personal soldiers) to open fire on the peaceful protesters. Hundreds were killed. As you can imagine, the people were none to thrilled about this brutal act and, in 1917, the real revolution was just beginning. If you want to know more, I'm sure Mr. Newton can spew all the facts and dates in your general direction...But the point is, the people knew they were dealing with an unreasonable leader, yet still they chose revolution because they made the conscious decision to stand and fight the tide, to change the world and their way of life, with every single revolutionist fighting for their own reasons. Crazyness.

In the Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers, there's this awesome part where Sam rambles off this amazing shpeal that gives me shivers everytime I hear it. Frodo, having almost been overcome by the ring's power and drained from the battle waging within and about him, asks Sam why they're still fighting when the outcome appears bleak and despairing. The simple hobbit replies, "In the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer...there's some good left in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for." ..........I love it........And I'm pretty sure Sam is my hero.

I believe in justice, I believe in defending the defenseless, and I believe in God's saving grace. If it came down to it, I believe I would fight for these things and all that is good in the world (Yah, I know. This sounds like some corney movie line. But I'm serious!!!). The day will be dark indeed when all good and beauty on this earth is struck down only to succomb to the darkness. Someone's gotta stand and fight.

What about you? What would bring you to your feet in the face of discomfort and death? That one thing (or things) worth the fight...Yah, it's a heavy question, I know, but I would love to hear your responses. Or else.....!

Cheerio, fellow revolutionaries! (I hope I don't sound too communist....;-)

Curious Qoute #1...Welcome, Cicero!

2006-12-06T14:39:00.000-08:00

"An unjust peace is better than a just war."

- Marcus Tullius Cicero

Your thoughts are always most welcome.

Canadian Culture, eh?

2006-12-01T14:07:00.000-08:00

Today I learned that using a steak knife to spread margarine on bread is not as efficient as using a butter knife. That's my tip for the day, so don't ask for another one!

Okay, back on task. In History today, me and my corner friends were all talking and it so happens that this kid in our group is from Ireland (that is, the Republic. Can't forget that minor detail or he'd kill me). So he started joking around and bugging me because of me mum's British citizenship, pip pip and all that. And then my friend started talking about how she's Scottish (by blood) and the German girl started talking about how she's German. Oh, and then this awesome kid said the Dutch are always innocent, which had nothing to do with anything. It was intense, all these different nations being represented. But when it comes down to it, me and most of my friends are pure bred Canadians, cause we're most definitely born here. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud to wear to red and white and have a pet beaver (I wish). But it's interesting how me (I'm completely guilty of this) and alot of people are generally alot more proud of the birthplace of their great-great-great-great-grandmothers rather than of their home soil. Maybe claiming our heritage is appealing cause we want to be different. I mean, I would love to say I'm Welsh cause I'm here in Canada. In Wales, I probably would rather say I'm Canadaian so that I'm the odd one out. Or maybe we're proud of our past. Nothing wrong with that at all. And I mean look at the cool emblems and cultural differences! Like African tribal dances, Holland's clogs, France's famous bread, and Ukranian borsch. Like, this is seriously cool stuff! And I am proud to say my mother comes from a land associated with castles, knights, and a once great empire. But what about Canada?

I could never trun my back on this great country, but I'm pretty sure I take advantage of it when I say I'm "British". I'm trying to increase my pride in the land of ice and snow but then I have to ask myself: What is Canadian culture? What sets Canadians apart from the rest of the world? What is our equivilant to clogs? I've often thought that Canada really doesn't have much of our own culture because we borrow from all sorts of different countries. And besides, we birthed from another country so I figure most of our culture is tied into that of Britain's. But there must be something that sets Canada apart as different and unique. Our own specific culture. Could it be Tim Horton's? Maple syrop? William Shatner? "Eh"?

A really random song by Five Iron Frenzy (their old, I know!) is "O Canada". They sort of sing about all the things they think define Canada, but I still have my doubts. What do lemmings have to do with our culture anyway?! And it's interesting to ask international students about what they think of Canada. Some good insight there for sure but I wont tell you what I've heared back cause I wanna open up the floor for opinions. So, what makes Canada Canadian?

New Paint

2006-11-27T22:16:00.000-08:00

Hey all. I hope you like the new, pretty colours. This guy (he's kind of a weirdo...;-) showed me how to change colours on the blog template so I went kind of crazy. Can't wait till someone gives me a paintbrush, full paintcan, and an empty, white room. Anyway, I hope reading this doesn't burn out your eyes...

Well, I haven't blogged in a while. That's not because I don't have anything to say, but that I don't have many thoughts that are blog worthy these days. Besides that, due to recent, awesome developments, I've just been busy. It's strange how grad year can do that to you. Ah, yes. Grad year. You know, I spent a good deal worrying about it (and still do every odd day or so) but I came down to the resolution that this year is gonna be my year. I'm saying I wanna LIVE this year. As in I don't wanna work a whole lot and spend time on things I dislike doing (unless necessary...). Instead I wanna live for the moment. Spend some time existing. I mean, who knows where I'll be on November 27, 2007? I could be away from all those I care about and wanna be with. So give me this moment, this year, this life - cause this is my year. And so far it's been a pretty darn good.

Hey, did you ever wonder why people like to be together? I mean, friend, more than friends, parents. Relationships. Why do we thrive on these things? Me and this weird guy I know (heh heh) were talking about this and he pointed out the fact that even babies will fade away when they're deprived of human contact. Solitude isn't too good for an infant, as proven by some sort of study. I figure we're just meant to be with others. But I'm still working on that one. I'll let you know if I suddenly get hit by a passing enlightenment wave. Have you caught one lately?

My friend once talked about how she didn't like to learn about the stars because she liked to just love them without knowing. But I'm pretty sure I disagree halfway. I think sometimes it's nice to just marvel at something's surface beauty, like the clouds. I love just admiring the beautiful, astonishing, unique pastel colours splashed across the sky at dusk and dawn without knowing why purple is most dominant or why light seperates to create such a display. Although, learning is awesome - even if I don't understand what I'm doing. Like messing around with a blog template. Really, I have no clue how to do that stuff, but it's cool to learn about anyway. Knowledge is power right? Sorry. Tangent. Anyway, sometimes it's amazing to delve into things that blow you away. Like God. I love learning about Him. Whenever I realize a new truth about Him, I love to find out everything I can about it, even though that's pretty much impossible. He's ridiculously huge. And the stars. Don't even get me started. But without going deeper, I wouldn't experience God in new ways. I would plateau somewhere along the way and stall my car. No more growth. Ugh. That would mean no more adventures! Unthinkable! Most unprecedented...So I think some things are worth discovering. I find the more time and energy you put into something, the more satisfying the results are. I could be wrong though so you'd better try that out for yourself. Let me know how that goes.

There was a snow day today. And boy did I have an incredibly awesome and most excellent day. Too bad boys have cooties. Do you think that's fatal? Tomorrow I'll probably be staying home too (heee hee! Too much snow my mum says). I have to get 6 passport photos anyway. Why can't you smile?! Who does that? You know how hard it is to keep a straight face in a picture?

I'm sorry this blog makes no sense. Next time I'll try to focus. But this is ridiculously fun - "Like butter on a blad monkey". Larry is my hero.

Why would people even say "probs maybe" or "what evs"? I mean, JUST SAY THE FLIPPIN WORDS!!! I SAID GREEN!!!

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I'm okay. I've clearly missed my secret potion today. Wait. Could be fatigue.

*Cue abrupt ending*

Saving the world, one rainforest at a time

2006-11-21T18:23:00.000-08:00

Hey guys. I'm leaving on an adventure to Texas. They called and said they needed me to save the rainforest or something...cheerio!

Gasp! A Productive Saturday...

2006-11-11T22:16:00.000-08:00

Oh my. It's unthinkable. Learning on a Saturday? What is the world coming to?

No, learning is pretty sweet, I guess. Heck, without the practice of acquiring knowledge I wouldn't be able to blog or even talk (course some may say that would have been a good thing...lol). Anyway, today I learned that, despite common misconception, some high enegy particles CAN in fact move faster than the speed of light (but nothing can move faster than light in a "vacuum" - a volume of space without matter). You guys are probably all smart cookies and know this already, but for me, this was a profound thought. I wont get into logistics...*snore*...but I started thinking about light itself.

*CLICK* - light goes on, *CLICK* - light goes off.

Simple, eh? It's not like everytime I flip the light switch I gaze in awe at the yellow flourescence radiating from a 60 watt bulb. But, when it comes down to it, what's going on is pretty much amazingly crazy...I mean, light is everywhere. EVERYWHERE (except in those odd places like black holes...). You can't see without it, because we only see things by the reflection of light and it's entering our eyes. And it travels at amazing speeds...In fact (according to some theory of special relativity or another) we can never ever match the top speed of light (1, 079, 252, 849 km/hour) because it would take an infinite amount of energy. In other words, that's really fast - and all those sci-fi movies about travelling at the speed of light are pretty much impossible concepts (but that's why we like sci-fi, really). And still scientists delve into the mysteries of light, despite no hope in ever being able to grasp the depth and reach of this ever present, always constant phenomenon we call light energy.

In Islam, God is Allah - The Light. And hey, light kind of describes Him, doesn't it? It's beyond our physical grasp, it is the reason we see, and there's always more to find out about it. It's always around, surrounding us whether we know it or not. Even a dark room has some light in it. I dunno about you, but such a deep and fathomless energy sounds alot like God. I mean, one lifetime is not nearly enough time at all to even begin to grasp the fullness and intricity of God (Maybe that's why He gives us an eternity with Him..?) He's always ahead of us. Like light, we can never reach His speed. It's interesting. Sometimes I find us humans need to take everything apart, find our how it works, and then move onto the next project - repeat process. Even simple things like riding a bike become a question of physics and mathematical equations (which, I can shamelessly say, are both concepts way over my head). Yet when it comes to light, we can try to figure it out, write equations, spilt it into pretty colours, and publish our findings all we want, but we still can't travel at it's speed. That's literally impossible. To master light is simply beyond the reach of human hands. Light can be confusing and abstruse, yeah, but it's still so simple that even a kid can understand it. Try explaining light theory to a 5 year old...I'm pretty sure they'll give you that cute blank stare that plainly says, "Are you speaking English?". But take them outside into the sunshine and they understand light, minus the complexities. They simply know it exists and that it's the difference between a dark, scary closet and a brightly lit room.

*CLICK* - light goes on, *CLICK* - light goes off.

Still so simple? I must admit, having learned a bit about light today forces me to wonder at the incredibly intricate, yet remarkably plain, result of simply flipping that switch. Like I said, that doesn't mean I'll spend 25 minutes in deep contemplation everytime I walk into a lighted room. But it's times like these when I realize how amazing the little constants are. Not that God is small, but sometimes I come to Him and I am amazed - robbed of words and left to marvel, breathless, at raw beauty. But sometimes I come, flip the switch , walk in, and go about my business - despite learning new things about His love everytime I resolve to dig deeper. I totally forget the flippin Nora amazingness that is God...the constant I take for granted.

So the next time you flip that lightswitch, remember the simple complexity of light. In the same way, the next time you meet with God, remind yourself of the depth and profoundness possessed by our Maker, and the freedom we have to enter into His presence at any time. And don't forget to recall His truths - the simple truths - the ones that even a small child can understand.

Port Alice Pics

2006-11-08T18:04:00.000-08:00

John, Paul, and Joseph (left to right)
The ACTUAL back yard of the church! Seriously!

I'm computer illiterate, so I must make a new blog just for the pics. Where's Kyle when you need him?
Peace!

Adventures to the Land of Port Alice

2006-11-06T17:41:00.000-08:00

I now have proof that the mythical shores of Port Alice really do exist. It is in the form of pictures, one of the most reliable sources of evidence availible (unless you have photoshop or something. Then you can probably make anything look real....is that guy really flying on the back of a bald eagle??). Nevertheless, you can ask Adolina the Barve and Hannah of the Red Hair about our perilious exploits...oh yeah, I can still feel the peril.

It was awesome being there! But it was sooo cold! And everyone walks around in t-shirts nonetheless...brrr. And it was pretty depressing coming into the town because the first thing we see is a deucedly distorted "Welcome to Port Alice" sign out the window because it's raining so flippin Nora hard. It was ridiculous! And not a light rain, but a rain that dreaches in 30 seconds or less. Ughh. And I'll tell you there was a VERY awkward moment on the way up when we saw the senior pastor of Sid Pen taking a...er..."rest break" in a ditch on the side of the highway. It was VERY awkward, I cannot tell you. But, alas, the camera woman was slow so the church powere point will have to go without that moment of the trip. Probably for the best, I figure. Anyway, the people there were soo friendly! And they were very proud of their water. One of the first things I found out about Port Alice was that it has no chlorine in it's water and that it has enough calcium to almost equal a cup of milk. Imagine! We could send all lactose intolerant people there and they could just drink alot of water. Problem solved....lol! No, it was very cool. And the church worships to a CD (which was very strange to me at first, but very cool indeed) so we played some live music for them. They really liked it.

And then we had this crazy foot washing service. It was soo cool to winess. I mean Jesus Himself was like "You need to do this to each other!" and He Himself came down to that level to wash the feet of His friends... I started thinking that maybe the lowest thing is actually the highest thing you can do. Maybe for a King to stoop down is the most honourable and respectable thing a ruler can do...Maybe we just don't see it that way. It's so easy to think that those who go last are least, but as we all know (and Andrew reminded us of on Friday) leaders go last. Good words, indeed.

Anyway, we watched Treasure Planet and I saw the Princess Bride for the first time. Pretty funny, alright, but kind of strange. I mean, how does a Spaniard sowrdfighter fit in on an adventure in England while he's trying to find the 6 fingured morderer of hie father? Quite odd...Mind you, Spaniards are pretty darn sweet and could therefore fit in anywhere...rock on dudes from the Spanish realm. Oh! And on the way home we saw a bear and her cub! So cute!!! So we ended our adventuers with Hannah's dreams of seeing a bear being fulfilled, though she never saw a moose. We did see a fake one, though. Oh yah! And we met the youth up there, but they were all guys (that's okay though...!). John was an actual hunter with a custom made bow and had an ATV, but he told us some pretty sick stories about his hunting excursions...we wont go there. Besides, Hannah got married to him by Ike. Good times. By the way, they invited us back up again so all you youth at Sid Pen should come up too so me and Hannah and Adolina don't seem like the only youth in all of Sidney (they're population was like 700 and they only have like 20 youth in their town - most of them go to the youth group too). Anyway, way too long (I've gotta fix that habbit). Here's some pics (I hope they work...)!!

Cheers!

Learning to Breathe

2006-10-26T17:31:00.000-07:00

The woman closed her eyes as the cold air slammed into her face like a splash of water, chilling her as she made her way to her car. The sun has just dissapeared beyond the horizon, creating an extraordinary pastel painting of pinks and oranges among the clouds, though the woman herself is oblivious to this work of art. It had been a long day at work, full of deadlines to meet, orders to process, and appointments to make. And all the while a fear of losing time presses down upon her like a blanket, smothering her thoughts and making it hard to percieve her life around her.

Reaching her car, though barely noticing, she works like a robot: inserting the key, dropping into the seat, and starting the engine, her thoughts still back in the office and at work, though she was now off for the weekend. Pulling out of the car park, her stresses seem to grow despite the increasing physical distance between herself and the office. For now, though the stress of work remains, she must concern herself with the affairs of her family. She remembers it is her night to cook dinner, the dirty bathroom that still needs cleaning, and the young son that demands affection. Thought after thought races through her head, driving out all other concerns for herself and barely leaving time to breathe.

Automatically turning onto the exit ramp, she slows down, preparing to merge onto the almost peacful street. She smoothly pulls out, all the while pondering the financial issues she and her husband are constantly facing. Suddenly, a car speeds by on the right, jolting her out of her thoughts and bringing her back to painful consciousness. He passes and cuts in front of her, disregarding the posted speed limit. Slipping back into her worries, she barely has time to register as the car ahead slams on it's brakes, leaving her no time to react. She frantically turns the steering wheel, attempting to gain control. All the while a tree looms closer and closer, threatening to arrest her spinning car and end her thoughts for good. She yanks the wheel again and ----

You know, I hate it when English teachers give you a short story and then cut out the ending, just so you can add your own. But because I'm diabolical, and because I try to love what I hate, I'm gonna make you do that. So, what happens next? Does the woman hit the tree and lose her big toe (or something)? Or does she pull out of it and live to see another day?

Recently I went through this weird time in my life. I got to a point where I pretty much almost crashed. I remember the day when I realized it, too. It was a Monday and I had no plan for Schouth Group. Ughh...I can't explain what it was like to go up in front of people I'm supposed to be leading, people I respect, people who maybe look up to me - and to tell them I have nothing. I think that's when I realized I needed to stop and learn to breathe all over again.

I think that's huge, learning to breathe. In fact, even Switchfoot - a most excellent band - wrote a song called, you guesed it, "Learning to Breathe". It's weird...We come into the world knowing how to breathe and not having to think about it at all. That's just part of how we function. But then sometimes other things get in the way, and we begin to forget all sorts of stuff, even stuff we used to do without thought or effort. Even these things become something huge and stressful. Personally, I don't think it's supposed to be like that. I don't think God planned life to be lived that way. But sometimes it's just like that...So what do you do?

I remember feeling angry. I knew it was my fault I had gotten to such a dangerous point, and I felt I was a failure for having not caught myself earlier. Failure and weakness were my biggest thoughts at the time...not too pleasant. And I also didn't want to trustanyone and share how I was feeling. I didn't want to be a burden, or be weak...Eventually the stronger part of me won and a I talked to a couple friends. Sertainly helped, I assure you.

Well, I don't have any answers. All I can do is testify as to what happened to me. We're all different. Anyway, a good friend of mine really helped me put things in perspective. He said maybe I should take a break. At first I hated this idea (I can't stand losing time), but then I realized I would have to take this route or risk a fulll burn out. So I did. I cancelled the Drama Team for a week, gave the Scouth leadership over to friends for a bit, didn't do sound so I could worship at youth(something I'd missed for about a month). It was about taking time to be poured into, not just pour out. People always say if you pour out too much and don't get poured in too in return, well, there's almost always bad results. So I realized this and started to change things...

It was hard, actually hard, to calm my mind; to not go out every night. But I knew I had to do that. Take some time off. In fact, when I went to youth on Friday, I went hoping and praying to be seriously filled up. "I need refreshing so bad, God!", I remember saying inside. But when it came time to worshipping, I couldn't focus...couldn't connect.Thoughts kept breaking in, ruining my concentration. It seemed that somewhere along the way I not only forgot how to breathe, I forgot how to get in touch with my Maker. It hurt. So I ran away, something I do when I get hurt. I took the next couple days off and tried to calm my thoughts as much as I could (stop worrying) and went to church on Sunday exhausted. But God said something through the service. I think it was when he was talking about how we've already won the battle. Christ has already dominated the field...Why should I fight a battle that's already won? I think that's when I realized I have the streangth to conquer this garbage. I needed to find my strength in Christ.

I went out for coffee with a super awesome friend last night and we chatted, I vented more like (something I've needed to do for a long time), and she told me about how she understands this whole calming your mind stuff. Thank goodness I'm not alone. And we just talked. It was really nice...refreshing, you know? Good friends are invauable.

It's weird, we observed, that people take breaks from their hectic schedules only to find they can't be calm, they can't settle. Often times you'll take a break from working and planning only to come home, stand for five minutes doing nothing, and then start to work on something else that's just as stressful. It's almost like our minds just can't settle. Almost like we've forgotten how to breathe.

So I've started this thing. Every night, for at least 5 minutes, I just sit. I try to get rid of thoughts and get back to the basics: breathing. It's kind of nice. Just breathing. In and out...

I'll keep you posted on how that's turning out.

I also realized how important prioritizing is. So now I'm working on restructuring things to create less stress, putting the things I'm most passionate about first, and eliminating useless activities that only cause frustration (I sure wish school work was one of those things...lol!). I talked with Pastor Andrew and he made an awesome point: you can do lots of things all at once, but then you probably aren't doing them as well as you could if you instead did only a few things with much passion. Good words, P.A. It's like another qoute I read: "Activity is not necessarily accomplishment" - meaning you might not be getting anywhere when you're trying to run 15 tea parties all at once, every week...way too much tea.

I think a good indicator of when things are building up on you (or sneaking up, as they sometimes do) is when you start thinking "Just one more day, just one more day...". When you sart feeling like a complete robot (waking up, going to school/work, coming home, doing homework, and then sleeping. Repeat process...), maybe you need to cut back. See things from the outside. Get back to the basics and just breathe.

One more thing. Havin a good system of friends and mentors to pour into you is also important. If you don't have those special friends that you can just vent to, yell at, or cry with, well...Let's just say I think I may have crashed. God seems to have made special people inour lives that are there to share with. People to walk with and struggle with and grow with. People to fight beside in this crazy spiritual battle that's going on all the time. Do you have those kind of people in your life?

Oh, and if you haven't guesed yet, that lady doesn't crash. Nope. She goes home to her family, forgets about the dirty bathroom (her husband can clean it...) and spends time with her son, something that really matters. In other words, she learns to breathe.

Good vs. Bad

2006-10-23T16:21:00.000-07:00

Hey foo who's readin this...
Today in History class, my friend turned to me and said, "How come it's always the bad guys we remember?" Good point, I thought. I mean seriously, I know quite a bit about Hitler, Stalin, and even the Green Goblin - and you probably do too. But what about Mother Theresa (did I spell that right?..), Archmedes, and that McDonald guy (ummm...the first prime minister!)? I mean, I know that these people impacted the world in INCREDIBLE ways, whether by charity, science, or politics. They changed the world just as much as the "bad guys", and for the good too. Yet I know almost next to nothing about them! Who can tell me off the top of their head what organization M.T. worked with, and in what country? What were some of Archemedes' accomplishments? And what was the first name of that McDonald guy, anyway?! Heck, it could be I just live under a rock...but if I'm clueless, I'm hoping others are too. How come the "bad guys" are so much more well known?

New to this thing...

2006-10-23T15:53:00.000-07:00

It seems that this "Blogging" thing has swept across the world, engulfing people of all ages in it's intriguing wake. In fact, all of SPY seems to be engulfed in this trend...So, I decided it was only a matter of time before I too would have to join the masses. I have failed my name - fight the tide -, but maybe that isn't all bad. If I understand this stuff correctly, "blogging" is a place to put weird and random thoughts on the internet and open up discussion. Kind of like cyber journalling? Well, I think this "blog" thing is pretty sweet then. And hey! Maybe I'll be able to find some people who will listen to my random ramblings...even though they may be creeps on the internet...ughh. Go away, creepy people! Or maybe one day we'll find out "blogging" is actually a way for communists to enter Canada and disrupt the system with their crazy ideologies...we may never know. Sweet. I think I'm done.