wastin' time

I'm frantically writing a speech.

Attempting to finish it by 3. Right now it's 2:38.

and yet, I stopped to post on my blog.

What is my problem?

Is it because it convicts me, that I don't like my procrastination speech? 

hm.

bye

p.s. if you are Hayley, or in my family, you know that this did not end up working out *goes off to finish speech*

Spam (154)

that's what my gmail keeps telling me.

I have a lot of spam.

So I went in there to delete it today and noticed that most of it was 'cleverly' disguised as being from "me". 

The bait.

yes, yes, the subject lines, while the interiors of the emails are probably just trying to sell me stuff/make me send money to foreign countries, the subject lines are what get me.

Here are a few.

"Sandy will sue you"

"Where were you last night?"

"Fire near your house!"

"Come to accounting department now"

"Check answering machine please"

"Need you in hospital"

"So I will see you this evening or not?" --the terrible grammar in this one kills me.

"Check if you attached files..." --anyone who has ever been my debate partner will find this hilarious. xD

Just thought I'd share those before I hit 'delete forever'.

Edifying music, anyone?

I plan on writing a post about the super-fabulous Freedom tournament sometime in the future. But for now I have a question for you all...and by "you all" I mean...the three people who read this.

Do you know any good Christian music?

A while back I got so sick of the monotonous, repetitive, and down right annoying, style of most  contemporary Christian music. 

As a result, I've almost nearly abandoned listening to Christian music at all.

That isn't right.

Help me out here, if you don't mind. 

{at this moment I am listening to Brandon Heath's "Give Me Your Eyes", because that is an awesome song, I wanna hear more stuff like this}

Michael is juggling apples...

...and he just dropped some on the ground, oops!

At the moment I'm listening to Taylor Swift's live cover of Rihanna's "Umbrella".

That tells you a little bit about what kind of music I listen to. :)

I like female country singers who have a non-crooning voice [Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, etc.], and I like rap (but only the non-objectionable kind), and I like the Jonas Brothers. 

Yes, I did just say that.

I've been thinking a lot about why I like certain types of music, because I like almost everything.

The first thing is lyrics. If the lyrics are good I could care less how it sounds, because the message is amazing. 

Secondly, though, if a song sounds good, I enjoy listening to it. And, to my ears, for some reason, most music sounds good. I'm using 'sounds good' as a loose term here for 'sounds nice to me'. 

My favorite songs to listen to change from day to day, or week to week. Right now I'm really into Taylor Swift and Jesse McCartney, a few months ago you would've found me listening to Carrie Underwood or David Archuleta non-stop. And before that? Switchfoot all the way!

And now, at this very moment, I am listening to Demi Lovato. She's cool ;)

My brother likes to say that my taste in music, is that I have no taste in music. He's mostly right, I'm not too over-critical of the music I like.

There are pretty much two factors that would discourage me from listening to a song/artist: 'objectionable content' (swearing, sex, excessive drug references, etc.), OR lyrics I cannot hear...like screamo.

So, this post was kinda lame, but I don't know, I just wanted to try to explain. 

<3

'Reaching so hard my hands are hurting...'

∞

what is it?

God is ∞.

I can't comprehend that.

I have lots of work to do today, and hopefully I'll be able to finish my to-do list and then some. But I just wanted to post...because I can, and because I like to think about stuff.

Sometimes I wonder whether because I like a lot of shallow things [Jonas Brothers & The Disney Channel, anyone?] it makes me seem like a shallow person. Or like I don't think.

I love thinking. I love turning a problem around in my head until I'm sick of it. Contemplation, of things simple or deep, important or inconsequential, is something I do often.

Speaking of The Jonas Brothers, next time I think I'll talk about my musical taste...or lack thereof ;)

*yawn*

If I don't do the work it won't get done.

Cliche

I'm not really a fan of having a blog, it make me feel like I'm following the crowd from 2005. So this will be more a sporadic, less structured, and I won't write mini-essay's for you any more.

First, my thoughts on cliche, the reason something becomes a cliche is because it's so awesome that everyone does it, or because so many people do it, that it gets stuck in peoples minds. I don't think cliche's in literature are inherently bad. Nope.

[also, it won't let me accent my e!]

Well, here's a little snipet of the book I'm writing. I figured I outa give anyone who reads my blog something, since I don't update it enough:

Chapter 1.

The Way I Are Am

The polished white hallway, which would seem almost too clean to most, was never clean enough for Jay. As one of his major tasks ‘hallway cleanliness’ was also one of his toughest. No matter how many times he scrubbed, brushed and cleaned the surfaces of his hallway some person would always get it messy again.

            Today Jay was mopping up a spaghetti spill—scraps from a meal that always seemed to create extra work for him. He didn’t particularly dislike the dish, but he processed it differently than he did other meals, his thoughts never centered on it, he preferred not to dwell on the saucy pasta mixture. Instead his attention was focused on how to most efficiently scrape it from the floor where someone had spilt it.

  “Hi Jay,” The white-coat-clad engineer smiled at Jay, Jay smiled stiffly back, they were friends. “Somebody spill spaghetti again? I know how much you hate that.”

  “I don’t hate it.” Jay didn’t sound defensive; he seemed to be stating fact rather than opinion.

  “Whatever you say.” The engineer turned away, his clean-shaven face nearly mirroring Jay’s blank expression.

Jay couldn’t stop what happened next, he noted the heavy piece of machinery in the man’s coat pocket, that same coat swishing with the sudden movement, headed straight for the sparklingly clean glass window.

  “Please…” Before he could finish his sentence the window shattered. The sound brought people running. Just people, none of Jay’s colleague’s, this was his hallway; he would have to be the one to clean it. “I’ll get it.” He declared confidently, striding towards the pile of glass, before stopping to examine the blood pooling on his floor.

  “I…might…” The engineer swallowed and looked up at Jay pleadingly. “…need a doctor.”

  “Your doctorate in physical spectromics won’t help you much there.” Jay relaxed when he heard Dr. Shepherd’s voice. Shepherd’s voice matched his looks, they screamed leadership with a touch of whispered comfort. “I’ll take care of him Jay, do your job.”

  “Yes, sir.” Was Jay’s automatic response. He sucked up the glass and tended to the blood stains, but then he looked up…and out.

  “Jay!” The call went unheeded, Dr. Shepherd’s voice seemed distant and faint now to Jay as he gazed at the world outside. It looked the same as it had when the window was in place, but Jay felt that something was different. The land now held an appeal whose origin he could not place. Jay started to walk forward in wonder.