-I hate it when people poke me to get my attention. Nothing irks me more, I think. It just puts me in such a foul mood. I can't imagine a non-emergency circumstance where I'd ever feel the need to invade someone's personal space--especially someone I don't know. It just seems like proper etiquette would tell you touching is off limits. (Some girl just poked me in the back to ask if I was going to be here long and if I could watch her bag. I'm not and I can't.)
-It's strange how God has changed in the minds of His people over the years. Let's take Jonathan Edwards, for example, in his 1741 sermon
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God:
"The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: His wrath towards you burns like fire; He looks upon you as worthy of nothing else but to be cast into the fire; He is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in His sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in His eyes than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours."
I saw a Cold Case episode once about the worst case of child abuse to date: The lady not only physically hurt her kids (which was most disturbing to me)--eventually killing them, but told them how much God hated them and was punishing them for all their wrongdoing. I wonder if Edwards' mother did the same to him.
-In other news:
Mom and daughter both give birth within 2 hours of each other... Brought to you by Utah. -My school has converted to a card system. To get into the dorms, we have to swipe our ID cards. I'm thinking about getting one of those wallet's that flip out so I can pretend I'm in the FBI. I have it all planned out. I'd walk up to the door, look around suspiciously, press my ear and talk into my watch, flash my card, look over my shoulder, and dart in. It'd be like in a movie.
-You know what's good? When you're about to get a reimbursement from the school of all the money they owe you for not buying books. You know what's better? Getting $260 more than you expected. You know what's the best? Instead of writing your English paper, going to the mall and treating yourself to a whole new closet. You know what's crappy? Realizing that 60 days after you graduate, you'll be paying it back with interest.
-I hate going to the pharmacist to get embarrassing medication... It's hard to make eye contact with anyone who knows you're about to insert something into your rectum. =( And they always say, "Do you have any questions?" I always want to say something witty--but I can never come up with anything appropriate. There's nothing funny about rectal medications.
-I've decided that everything should be free. Thanks.
-My mom sent a mass email out to her bible study group (and me as well) and she misspelled "Hello." So her introduction looked something like this:
"Hell!
I forgot to tell everyone that our Bible study is cancelled Thursday."
Hahah!
-I saw an ad the other day for "Rat Shoulder." Like... meat. I'm not sure how much "shoulder" a rat has, or why anyone would think that a rat might be tasty... the whole thing disturbed me beyond words.
-And now I must go to the "Rat" which is another name for our school cafeteria (short for "Refectory") and I have "Rat shoulder" in my head.
And now you know the rest of the story…
Paul Harvey… Good day.