I'm thinking that maybe I should stop using the bachelor's method of deciding whether or not to shave. (Am I expecting to see people today? If yes, shave. If no, don't shave.) Anyway, the reason I say that is my chin is really itchy right now--with how much I'm scratching, parts of my face are starting to feel as smooth as if I just shaved. But I really hate shaving, and I'm no good at it. I usually end up cutting myself or missing a spot. And it's not like I can just let it grow--sadly, I did not inherit my dad's sweet facial hair, and can only grow a weak mustache, neck beard, and soul patch.
Yeah, random weird post this evening.
19 December 2011
17 December 2011
Biblical Thoughts
This is just going to be a short post with a couple links. Not really any story or anything today. Sorry.
Anyway, you may remember this post from about a month ago, where I comment on what I read in my bible that day. Well, I'm thinking that I won't be posting things like that on here anymore. Since I do my readings through a bible app on my iPod, and their website has a place for notes and all that stuff, I'll probably just put notes like that up there, and won't talk about it here (unless there's outcry against following me in two different places). I think the main reason I'm doing this is because these likely won't be very frequent (today marks only my second since that first one) and they'll be fairly short--just a quick thought or two while reading. Anyway, here's a link to my notes on their site. I'll also throw it up on the side there, to make it so you don't have to fumble around looking for this particular post in the future.
Anyway, you may remember this post from about a month ago, where I comment on what I read in my bible that day. Well, I'm thinking that I won't be posting things like that on here anymore. Since I do my readings through a bible app on my iPod, and their website has a place for notes and all that stuff, I'll probably just put notes like that up there, and won't talk about it here (unless there's outcry against following me in two different places). I think the main reason I'm doing this is because these likely won't be very frequent (today marks only my second since that first one) and they'll be fairly short--just a quick thought or two while reading. Anyway, here's a link to my notes on their site. I'll also throw it up on the side there, to make it so you don't have to fumble around looking for this particular post in the future.
16 December 2011
Worst Finals Week Ever
This finals week started out poorly. My first final--7:30 am Monday--was in a class that I was starting to get the hang of--or so I thought. I couldn't remember anything. The next final--right after the first one--I was in such bad shock about the first one that I couldn't concentrate. So those two went badly.
Then I had a break until Thursday. My first final that day (and only one I thought I had that day, but we'll get to that) went pretty well. On my way home after that, I was remarking that "The longer this semester goes on, the more it seems like a 'practice semester'." By which, I meant that it seemed like I was going to have to take everything over again.
Today, I went to go take my last final--or so I thought. Apparently, I had been looking in the wrong spot for what time that final was. It wasn't at noon today. It was noon yesterday.
Well, I'm going to go into the basement, and I'm going to stay there until I get done being mad at myself.
Then I had a break until Thursday. My first final that day (and only one I thought I had that day, but we'll get to that) went pretty well. On my way home after that, I was remarking that "The longer this semester goes on, the more it seems like a 'practice semester'." By which, I meant that it seemed like I was going to have to take everything over again.
Today, I went to go take my last final--or so I thought. Apparently, I had been looking in the wrong spot for what time that final was. It wasn't at noon today. It was noon yesterday.
Well, I'm going to go into the basement, and I'm going to stay there until I get done being mad at myself.
10 December 2011
Shoe Repair
A little while ago, I thought about going to bed. Then I realized, I'm only 25 and it's only 8:30 and just because I have to be somewhere at 6, I'm thinking about going to bed? I've gotten old fast. Just about 4 years ago, I stayed up all night to watch all the Star Wars films in a row--after having been up since 6 that morning.
Anyway, I decided to postpone bed. First, I checked the mail. Only one piece of mail, and that for the elder of my roommates. Then I decided I'd finally try to do what I wanted to do--fix the problem of my shoes. See, a lot of the time, after having a pair of shoes for a while, they'll start cutting into my heels when I wear them. I tried to fix that problem on another pair in high school, which started with a little duct tape, and ended in a mission to cover the entire shoe--inside and outside--in duct tape, which was foiled by my mom, saying "what will people think if I let you go out in shoes like that?" The obvious answer to that question is of course "That I have the coolest parents ever." She didn't see it that way, so I had to get new shoes.
Anyway, this time I wanted to improve the repair over last time, since the duct tape took a lot of layers to do anything. The problem is, the new repair plan would involve putting cotton balls under the duct tape, and I didn't have cotton balls. So I put on my boots and headed out. The gas station didn't have any, so I headed to the nearby pharmacy. After getting back, I sent out a simple text to a friend in Ames. It read "Pick a color." He responded with "taupe". So first I had to google it to figure out what taupe was (I'm a guy and I'm colorblind--color names don't mean much to me unless they're "real colors" and not "woman colors") and then I picked out the roll from my duct tape collection which most resembled the results. I used that to repair the shoes, and decided to write about it here, so he could find out why I asked him to pick a color without telling him why. But seriously, taupe? Who in their right mind picks taupe? Crazy kid.
Well, I'm sleepy now. I should probably hit the hay. Nighty-night everybody.
Anyway, I decided to postpone bed. First, I checked the mail. Only one piece of mail, and that for the elder of my roommates. Then I decided I'd finally try to do what I wanted to do--fix the problem of my shoes. See, a lot of the time, after having a pair of shoes for a while, they'll start cutting into my heels when I wear them. I tried to fix that problem on another pair in high school, which started with a little duct tape, and ended in a mission to cover the entire shoe--inside and outside--in duct tape, which was foiled by my mom, saying "what will people think if I let you go out in shoes like that?" The obvious answer to that question is of course "That I have the coolest parents ever." She didn't see it that way, so I had to get new shoes.
Anyway, this time I wanted to improve the repair over last time, since the duct tape took a lot of layers to do anything. The problem is, the new repair plan would involve putting cotton balls under the duct tape, and I didn't have cotton balls. So I put on my boots and headed out. The gas station didn't have any, so I headed to the nearby pharmacy. After getting back, I sent out a simple text to a friend in Ames. It read "Pick a color." He responded with "taupe". So first I had to google it to figure out what taupe was (I'm a guy and I'm colorblind--color names don't mean much to me unless they're "real colors" and not "woman colors") and then I picked out the roll from my duct tape collection which most resembled the results. I used that to repair the shoes, and decided to write about it here, so he could find out why I asked him to pick a color without telling him why. But seriously, taupe? Who in their right mind picks taupe? Crazy kid.
Well, I'm sleepy now. I should probably hit the hay. Nighty-night everybody.
09 December 2011
Starting over II
I forgot a little bit earlier. Since I'm essentially starting over on my computer, I've lost a few things. It's not a ton that I won't be able to get back, but there are a few things. Like my first chapter--and complete outline--of a novel/series of short stories/series of novels (I'm not sure how long I could have stretched that one out--probably at least a novel and a series of short stories) which would take a lot to re-create. And the basic beginning of another novel--which wasn't much, and I can easily re-create it. However, I'm not sure I actually would have done anything with either of these things in the long run, so it doesn't matter much. Everything else is stuff I can't even remember, so there's nothing important (I think) that I've actually "lost".
Starting over
On Wednesday, my computer crashed. From what I could tell by searching online (with my iPod) and doing what troubleshooting it recommended, either the hard drive or the cable connecting to it is done. Rather than spend a lot of time trying to see which--or taking it to someone who would know better than I--I bought an external hard drive. For the first time in my life, I got something other than standard shipping. I went with overnight. However, I missed the delivery yesterday, so I didn't get it until today (thanks very much, Spanish oral final). So now I'm going to be spending much of this afternoon and evening getting back to something resembling my old computer. Currently, we're about a quarter of the way through an Apple software update.
07 December 2011
I'm more self-conscious than I like people to think I am
The title of this post is something that popped into my head one day during high school, and was basically my outlook on life at the time. Not all that much has changed since in this regard. I still want people to think that I don't care what they think, even though I do. I've even blatantly lied and said "I don't care what _____ thinks."
The reason I bring this up is that my roommate and I were talking last night about this very thing--how I think other people see me. I responded with a simple "I don't know" and looking at my feet. That's obviously a lie, since I hear what people think about me a fair bit, so me not knowing would take a lot of ignoring people. So I'm going to put a quick little description of how I think people see me, and you can see if that all matches up with your view.
Anti-social (to a point), servant-hearted, quiet, sweats a lot, cries a lot, a bit of a hugger, quite likely crazy.
The reason I bring this up is that my roommate and I were talking last night about this very thing--how I think other people see me. I responded with a simple "I don't know" and looking at my feet. That's obviously a lie, since I hear what people think about me a fair bit, so me not knowing would take a lot of ignoring people. So I'm going to put a quick little description of how I think people see me, and you can see if that all matches up with your view.
Anti-social (to a point), servant-hearted, quiet, sweats a lot, cries a lot, a bit of a hugger, quite likely crazy.
05 December 2011
Giving of Thanks II
This morning, during MMP, we were talking about the things that we've seen God do this semester, and that reminded me of the post I made a couple weeks ago, where I talked about things I was thankful for. I realized that I had forgotten some of the big things in that post. Like getting freed from an old trap, the epic concert in the Englert, the retreat, and the letter from Pete.
Lately, during my quiet times, I've been realizing that even if I were to thank God every second for the rest of my life, it still wouldn't be enough for all the things He does for me.
...and I've managed to get myself almost to the point of tears again. I swear, every time I make a God-centered post, I end up crying. Maybe I should just go back to the crazy stuff I used to post about, where I talk about disturbing children's movies that I used to love, or trying to make my way home with my legs duct-taped together, or other random insanity that used to mostly dominate this blog.
Lately, during my quiet times, I've been realizing that even if I were to thank God every second for the rest of my life, it still wouldn't be enough for all the things He does for me.
...and I've managed to get myself almost to the point of tears again. I swear, every time I make a God-centered post, I end up crying. Maybe I should just go back to the crazy stuff I used to post about, where I talk about disturbing children's movies that I used to love, or trying to make my way home with my legs duct-taped together, or other random insanity that used to mostly dominate this blog.
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