Congratulations are in order for the Pumpkin!

Hold on, man.  We don't go anywhere with "scary," "spooky," "haunted," or "forbidden" in the title.  ~From Scooby-Doo

The girl's dragon tattoo. That I drew :)

That's exactly how I feel about scary movies. So I didn't really feel too bad when I skipped out on some movie that had "Ghosts" in the title somewhere (which should be in Shaggy's list up there) after the Halloween get together at the bowling alley.  On the bright side, Halloween was still a success... even though I'm awful at bowling and therefore never do it, giving myself no opportunity for improvement. But my costume was awesome.

Agent P, Lisbeth Salander (The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo),
and the Nerd. No party is complete w/o the nerd.

Sidenote: I ran with a friend a few days before Halloween, and we were discussing how/why on earth people stick a light into a hallowed out pumpkin with a face carved in it around Halloween. We came up with some great theories and suggestions, but I researched it (and no, I'm not a nerd. Dork, maybe. Nerd, no.) Turns out that Halloween is the night that all the ghosts come out of the grave to steal as many souls as they can, so frightened villagers used to believe that if they left a hallowed something out with a scary face and light in it that it would scare the ghosts away, and they could sleep peacefully, and their souls would be safe. Well, they used a whole bunch of different vegetables- starting with gourds and squash, then eventually figured out that pumpkins are the best because they are hard to break and hold their shape well. (And, as my running partner pointed out, watermelons would roll away, but pumpkins have a flat bottom.) They were called Jack-O-Lanterns because something about Jack and it looking like a lantern with the light in it. That's where I quit reading :)

That's all I got. No motivational speeches for today.... Hope you had a great Halloween :)

One child saved can change the world.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. ~James Dean

Life is so brief. Once a moment passes- it's gone. Forever. What are you doing with those moments? Are you investing yourself fully into everything you do? When you are at work, are you giving 100% of everything that you have for that 8 hours every day? Or do you goof  off, trying to pass the time? Do you invest yourself fully into all of your relationships? I'm not just talking boyfriend/girlfriend, but I mean do you care about those you encounter daily? That girl you sit by in your history class- she's been looking really sad lately. Do you even know her name? You never know; you two could end up being really good friends, or at least make going to class less of a chore. There are so many opportunities we miss on a daily, minute-to-minute, moment-to-moment basis. And in the span of a moment, it could all be gone.
 
Last Friday I decided to break from running to swim some laps at the pool. (A lifeguard should be in top swimming shape, right?)  When I got there every lane already had two people, so I sat down and messed around with my phone for a minute. I heard a loud bang, looked up, and saw the lifeguard diving into the water. I looked further and saw a girl face down in the water shaking. I grabbed a backboard and started to run over, but saw that another lifeguard-certified guy was already down there, so I dropped it and ran over to help. He pulled her out of the water- she was still having a seizure- and put her on her side. She was unconscious. A woman nearby started to call campus security, and a guy who had been swimming called an ambulance. I figured out who this girl was and called my boss and then residence life so they could call her parents. It was so terrifying. She finally regained consciousness and moved a little bit, but she couldn't really speak. We all just stood around staring at her, unable to do anything for her until the paramedics arrived. They finally did, and took care of her and took her to the hospital. She is completely fine now; it turns out that she was epileptic, and has seizures every once in a while. No big. I had never seen a seizure before, so it was kind of a big deal.

This whole situation got me thinking about my appreciation for- not just life- but everything in life. Many people go through the motions of life without ever fully living. When I look back on my life, I want to be able to say that I sucked out all the possible life that I could have.

At the risk of seeming like I'm just throwing God in here as an afterthought (because I'm really not), how can we possibly live to our fullest without Him? If He created us (which I believe He did) then only He can complete us. I write all of this with only life in light of God in mind.
 

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

The Difference Between Accounting and Wolf Spiders

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear- not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave. ~ Mark Twain

Out of order rendition of my day, perhaps not properly named:

Main event:

 I was having a pretty good day today, until I decided to clean my room. Bad idea. I hung up one of my jackets, and saw some sort of spider web on a navy hoodie next to it. I have no idea what I was thinking, but I absent-mindedly began to just pick the web off, without moving the jacket at all. Then I saw this ginormous spider... on my jacket... in my closet. I screamed. Loudly. And proceeded to call every person I knew who wasn't scared of spiders to come kill it, as I tried to contain my tears. (I cry when I get scared. NO scary movies for me....) Luckily, one of best friend's boyfriends was only twenty minutes away, so he graciously came over and took care of it for me. AND searched through all of my clothes for any more, so I would feel better. I doubt I will still sleep there tonight. I literally shudder every time I think about this awful ordeal.

A couple of weeks ago...:
On the day I moved into my new room for this year/ semester, whatever, I thought it'd be a good idea to look out of my window... from my actual window. So I put my arm on the wall to support me getting in the window, and, to my obvious surprise, my arm found itself through the wall.

Yes, that IS a supporting beam
 in the building.

A few days later...:
Maintenance came to "fix" it. They made it bigger and said they were gonna let it dry out (the air conditioner had been leaking) before they plastered it. AND they said they'd come back in a few days to fix it up.

A week later....:
No maintenance.


Today...:
Huge spider. HAD to have come through that lack of wall.

Couple of hours later... still today:
Duct taped a Wall Street Journal over the gaping hole. Try to come through that, vermin!

After my break down and subsequent relief of huge spider being abolished:
I go to Panera to study. For over FOUR hours. I'm still here. And they're about to close. So I'm about to leave. And buy bug spray. And drench my room. And sleep somewhere else.

Side story:
I got a whole bunch of flash cards made for my managerial accounting class. I hate accounting. I'm border-line scared of accounting. Okay, I'm terrified. We've been in school two weeks, and I would say that I've already put over ten hours into this class, outside of class. In the past, I would be doing well to put ten hours in a class over the course of a semester. Really well.

Overview:
I'm terrified of spiders, especially big ones invading upon my territory. I can at least appreciate their existence a tiny tiny bit when they're in the woods or something. ANYWAY... I'm also terrified of accounting. Or, at least, accounting exams.

The Point:
The difference is I am fighting accounting back. I just screamed and got some other (braver?) person to fight the spider back for me. When it comes to accounting, I refuse to go down without a fight. And who knows, I may win! (doubtful, but at least i'm trying...) When it comes to terrifying arachnids, I choose to remain a coward and let someone else fight for me. In my opinion, feel free to call me brave, but I am most definitely a coward. Maybe one day I'll be able to fight my own battles there, but don't hold your breath ;)

Of jellyfish and robots.

So today I was lifeguarding. One of the counsellors asked me if she could go rinse off in the ocean. I said no, but she went anyway. [Thanks]. Well, the tide was going out, and it was leaving deep ish puddles of  water in its wake. In one of these puddles was a jellyfish. Of course we kept it. And named it Jerry.

Jellyfish are interesting creatures. With no bones, heart, or brain, they process nerve impulses to be able to directly react to danger and food stimuli. It is a mystery how they process these impulses with no brain. Jellyfish are 95% water, but some species are considered a delicacy in countries such as Japan. They contain large portions of protein, and some experts are contemplating using jellyfish as a solution for global hunger.

Being a solution to global hunger is noble and all, but however noble, I have personally never heard anyone ever wish they were a jellyfish. They just float. Sometimes they eat other animals. But they don't get in fights, like mammals. They don't take care of their young. They don't have emotions. (Or, re-interating, brains.) I'm sure God made them for some purpose, but I do not think that purpose was for us to freak out whenever we go to the beach. I could be wrong. Maybe he was just showing off his creativity. Have you ever touched the top of a jellyfish? It feels amazing. I am reminded of Finding Nemo, specifically, Dory.

I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy. Come on, Squishy. Come on little Squishy.

Anywho... all jellyfish can do is what God wired them to do- eat, and sting people. Kind of like robots. They only have the capability to do whatever they were wired to do. What if God had created us like that? We would just exist. No choices, no emotions, no planning, no love. But if you think about it, we were "wired" to worship Him. He just gave us a brain, which, in this context is kind of like just giving us a choice. With no choice, there would be no love. With no love, there is absolutely no purpose for us here on Earth. Kind of like jellyfish. And robots.

"You've achieved success in your field when you don't know whether what you're doing is work or play."

~Warren Beatty

I am currently sitting on my top bunk bed in a room shared by two other girls with whom I have the opportunity of working this summer. The first half of the summer for me was spent taking a chemistry class at school. The whole terrible ordeal was only made better through the friendships that grew in the duration of the class, and the knowledge that I would be here the second half of the summer. Let me just try to express for a minute just how obvious it was that God wanted me here this summer. I had been planning on taking a couple of classes at my local hometown college in hopes of finding some kind of job in my little town in the middle of Nowheres-ville, Ga. Well, my GPA was a little bruised from taking chemistry (F) in the fall at the same time as an upper level bio class (B+). [Bad call- I had never taken a real chem class before. Or bio for that matter.] Anywho, my awesome chemistry lab (B+) professor sat down with me at lunch one day and talked me into coming back in the first summer term to take chem again with her, in hopes for a better grade, to replace it on my GPA. Well, I did, and got a B+, with very many thanks to the Lord. But I realized that the only summer job I would be able to get (sans staying in Birmingham for ALL summer) would be to find a camp. The camp I worked at last summer had already hired people, besides the fact that my job (horseback instructor) required me to be there all summer. Most camps had already hired their summer staff at this point. Well, I had volunteered with the Fresh Air Home in the past, and decided to just try to email them to see if they were still hiring. Turns out that the guy who answered my email was the same guy I had met a few months prior at a coffee shop. (Small world, AKA God.) Well, perfect timing. The staff interview weekend was that weekend, four days away, seven hours away. I wasn't doing anything, so I went. And got the job. And here I am. And oh how I can see God's hand at work. It's amazing. And I'm on a break right now, and am about to go do something fun and exciting. So just ready yourself for the next installment, where I will post some of the letters my campers have given me. It will be worth it.

Was Tennyson on track with his famous, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"? Or was Yakamochi closer to truth with, "Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there." Regardless, Socrates said it best when he stated, "The hottest love has the coldest end."

It might be a stretch, but I would venture to say that these love quotes could pertain other things in life, besides people. Yeah, sure, you may love a guy/girl (meant as either/or, not a transvestite, although I am sure they are loved too- I've just never met one). But if you passionately love somebody and then suddenly they are gone, it leaves a void in your heart. You can also passionately love an activity or an object, and if you are abruptly snatched away from it, it would leave the same emptiness. Well, maybe not the same emptiness, but just go with me here- I have a point, I promise.
Does a girl who was stricken with blindness at age fifteen regret the fact that she ever had the opportunity to see beauty, now that she's left in darkness? Or does she relish her memories of sight, tenderly remembering what she had? Perhaps, with the right attitude, she secretly enjoys the freedom she now has. Most people will never have the opportunity to 'see' without their eyes getting in the way.* I would imagine that blind people have the capacity to perceive things that us gifted with sight will never know.  In this case, I would imagine that Tennyson overrules.
I'm not one to speak to being "in love", per say, but I have had persons pass on or leave who I cared for deeply, and I know for a fact that I wouldn't trade all the pain and hurt of loss in the world for the memories that we had together.
Overall, I guess that Tennyson takes the cake for being able to put into words something that I am sure many of us have felt. My point for all this, then, is to do everything with all of yourself. Never be too scared to love for fear of being hurt, because life is too short to miss out on.
This is put best into words by Mark Twain, who said, "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowliness. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

*Ben Underwood is an extraordinary example of seeing without sight. He lost his eyes at a young age to cancer, and is the only known person in the world to use the reflection of clicking noises from his mouth to pinpoint the location of walls, stairs, doors, people, etc.

On 'An Occasion to Remember'

Someone once said, “We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

This past weekend, my parents celebrated their 30th anniversary with a vow renewal  ceremony followed by an open house for our friends, family, and church members (most of whom fall into the previous two categories). There was SO much cake. Too bad we weren't around during the French Revolution, or Marie Antoinette would've probably said "let them go to the Forsters' house." Overall, the day was amazing, and I don't believe I have ever seen mom so pleased with herself. 

She and dad had a lovely time, and hosting this event forced them to finish up our new room we just added to the house. And by "we", I mean "they", b/c I've been at school. So I basically just get to enjoy the finished product, but I didn't have to work any. It's pretty great, I'm not gonna lie. 

Aside from the driving home and back, the only bad part was that I ate TONS of food this weekend. It's sad, really. I'm on this, for lack of a better term, 'weight-loss kick' right now... I'm working at the beach next month, so I'm sure you can understand. So, if you see me around, eating something dense with calories, give me a firm stare. Being at the pool so much does help. I swim b/c there's nothing else to do. I need to pick back up the marathon training. 

Anyway, the most interesting thing that happened: I got to drive home a drunk man. In a six speed Jeep Wrangler. (Which, btw, is my favorite vehicle.) He was a friend of the family, and had a little bit too much at the place where my brother works... and by a little bit too much, I mean 20- ish shots. It was great. So I drove his car, and my brother followed with a friend. Good times.

I was pretty pleased with myself. I knew my driving a manual abilities would come in handy someday!