Blah, blah, blah.

I wanted to blog my first day of college, so that I could get my initial, raw feelings about it.

But, as I learned really quick, college is not for the faint of heart. It is not all fun and games. IT'S A JUNGLE. I remember some reactions and thoughts to some things I remember. Lemme see.......

1. Our neighbors in the dorms like to blast Ke$ha and rap music. Therefore, when walking down the hall, it assaults your ears and drifts in and out of your subconscious all day. Now, I don't really complain all that much, so I won't report it. It's just odd. I mean, Ke$ha?! Really?!!!! On moving day I thought I heard the sounds of sweet Buble from one room. All I wanna know is, where did those classy people go? Did they disappear in the haze of rap and raspy teenage insanity? I've decided it's my civic duty to Buble their socks off. They'll get crooned.

2. K-State campus is a maze. An intertwining maze full of mobs of unique music-listeners, bike-riding, text-while-walking (which I soon found out was a rather difficult thing to do), running, screaming (yes, someone actually yelled something at one point out of their car. I stopped and stared. Was it weird that everyone else around me kept walking? Is this something that happens every day?!), freshman-hating, Mocha-chugging Radinaholics. It's a wonderful, crazy new world out there.

3. My loft bed is really comfy.

4. A good spot to meet people in dorms is on the elevators.

5. Derb cheeseburgers and chocolate milk? 'Nuff said.

6. Stupid Ke$ha song is still stuck in my head...

7. I'm learning more and more that coffee is my friend...

8. There are some pretty eccentric people out there. There is this older guy in my 2-D art class that wears goggles, combat boots, vests, and talks like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. If he is a cage-fighter...I'm never going to class again.

9. People treat freshman with either mild annoyance, slight contempt, or in rare cases, a kind though somewhat condescending manner. We know what we're doing, and, contrary to popular belief, rarely get lost. At least, I didn't. I may not know all the hangouts and slang and whatever. But really? You were a freshman a YEAR AGO. It's really not that long, people. Okay. Example. We were standing in line for lunch. These girls had gotten dashers (Derb to-go lingo), and they came back down the stairs through the crowd. Another girl starts yelling at them and saying words I would never repeat to my mother. The girls just flip her the sparrow and keep walking. She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "freshman." Now I ask you...how, in this whole green God-given planet, does that insinuate freshman behavior? She could have been a senior for all we know. We are not dumb. We are not naive. We've been around the block as well. Just because you've lived another year than us does not mean you can treat us like we are 5. I'm sorry but it just really bothers me the way people act like freshman are the bane of existence.

That's it for now. I feel like I've already been here for about two decades and it's only been a few days. It's like some sort of weird, sector 4 dimension.

Peace.

Facebook: Self-Affirmation at its best.

So I decided to to start packing for college today. I move in Saturday...but it will be okay. Because I've promised myself not to stress too much.

Facebook. I "like" Facebook; Who doesn't? If we could all have a "like" button in life, we would probably all "like" it. But recently, I've noticed something. Facebook is a way for people to basically spend a few pointless hours stalking pictures of friends you hardly know and putting up statuses that beg the question: is Facebook really just a way to connect with friends? Or is it an attention-getter? Even I find myself trying to come up with witty, blistering remarks that people have no choice but to "like". And I don't know about you...but I'm getting rather sick of it. Facebook is beginning to lose substance to me.


Here's a few reasons:

1. When ever I am talking to someone, or texting someone, or doing something I love, I find myself mentally "liking" it. I'm not kidding. When someone says a cool phrase, I click this imaginary like button in my head, storing it away for future reference. Or even worse, I can see our conversation in a mini-window, and I comment on it. Please. Judge away.


2. I have too many friends. The other day I was looking through them, and I came across a young man with a Middle-Eastern sounding name. I didn't even know who this guy was. I sat there staring at my computer for about 10 minutes. But I noticed something interesting...Facebook makes it beyond simple to add someone as a friend; it's just a click away. To delete people? You have to go to their profile, scroll all the way down, and delete them. Hm. I never want to see this person again. Why would I desire to read all of his personal information before deleting him? Do they think I'm going to read his "About" section and rescind my decision to delete him? "Oh wow...he loves the Notebook and we have the same birthday and he eats the same chocolate brands? I think we'll be good friends."


3. I'm supposed to be packing right now...


4. It causes you to stop in the middle of things...packing, for instance.


5. the GAMES. Bejewled Blitz and Family Feud are some personal favorites. This is a pro, actually. I "like" the games.


Okay. The mental liking has got to stop.

Meteor showers

Meteor showers...wow. I have never seen one before tonight. AMAZING. How can someone see the multitude of stars and not see God behind such amazing beauty? I just sat there for about an hour. I felt so completely small. And I thought of all the other people seeing the same stars as me, and that God created each person, and that we all feel the same when we "see stars"...literally. Ha.

It was just....really great. Every time I saw a meteor I couldn't help but gasp. I saw several shooting stars as well. Wow. That's all I really have to say. I'm just awestruck by the power of God and that He formed this earth by simply speaking.

If it's a radio commercial...then why's it for a movie...

The title is pretty self-explanatory. 

Today, I heard a radio commercial for a movie. And maybe it's just me...but to me...that kind of defeats the purpose of previews. RIGHT?!!! And I'm hearing all these sound effects, and I can't even focus on the commercial, because all I can think is...I wonder what it looks like. I wonder what that sound came from. I wonder why this isn't just a preview. 

So You Think You Can Dance. Amazing. Which reminds me of the movie I just saw. Step Up in 3D. And I have nothing to say, besides the fact that I am BFAB. Most. Amazing. Movie. EVER. It's up there with Inception. Quite the accomplishment. It made me want to dance all over, all up in here.

Guitar Frets and life threats to my fretful mind.

I just got a left-handed guitar.

And please don't ask why I got a left-handed guitar instead of a right. 

So far I have learned how to play "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and a few chords. Classy. 

In all seriousness, it feels good to be working on something productive. Lately I just feel like a stick in the mud in terms of getting things done. K-State has this thing where they pile things on innocent, incoming freshman, eagerly sucking money out of their non-existent bank accounts and making alcohol programs and whatnot. (Excuse my sarcasm. I really did learn a lot from the AlcoholEdu Program. I just don't plan on drinking myself silly anytime soon, therefore I saw no point. But I guess they can't believe everyone, now, can they?!) Don't get me wrong. I'm stoked for K-State. I'm not stoked for: 1. being lost. My inner GPS is defective. 2. The possibility of getting the first F in my life. Maybe even an F+. 3. Not having a car. Go me. 4. Having no money. 5. Going to the wrong class (*see 1.)

As you can see, my head is full of frivolous issues that will probably all turn out fine anyway. I just like to throw them out there, by doing so creating some sort of sympathy from my parents and siblings, perhaps friends. 

Have you ever heard of those songs that the title has nothing to do with the song? And You're sitting there for about five hours trying to figure out what they could possibly mean by the title, say, "Cardboard boxes and tree-huggers". And you think it's something deep and meaningful, but then you get on a very reliable site-like Wikipedia-and find out it's about their dog throwing up grass in the yard. I know that's really gross...but it's true. You know what I'm talking about. I know you do.

Forget Katniss...I wanna be Wonder Woman. Or Batman.

When we kids were younger (I sound like my grandparents. "When I was your age.....*mumble, mumble* uphill in the snow...*mumble, mumble*. Only kidding. I listen to my grandparents. You should too. They're like wise ligers in the wilderness). I don't know why I ended those parentheses with a period. I wasn't done with my statement, therefore this whole blog post is grammatically incorrect.

You following me so far?

Good. Me neither.

Anyways. When we kids (a.k.a. me and the sibs. Don't you just love parentheses? My english teacher hated them. But. He always said a little rebellion is good. So. Here goes) were younger (is that redundant? When we kids were younger? Should I really stop using parentheses? Am I even spelling "parentheses" right? Do blogs have spell checks? Am I ever going to get back to my story? Which came first, the lion or the tiger? BOTH. Because God created Ligers too) I always wanted to be the black power ranger. But Jesse made me be the pink one. Does this story have any moral significance? I would say yes; yes it does. People are going to try and make you be something you're not. Even your siblings. You have to rise above such ideas. If you wanna be the black power ranger in life, YOU BE THAT BLACK POWER RANGER! I don't like pink.

Do you ever hear those phrases and think to yourself, wow. I wonder how that phrase came to be.

1. "He/She was thrown under the bus." ?!!!!!!?!!!!!! WHAT?!!!!!! Ok. So things aren't working out for this person. I'm wondering....back in the day.
I looked it up. It's weird. You should look it up. I still think it sounds morbid and cannibalistic.

*Side note: I just went to this site and it said, "unavailable. Site is too busy." Since when is a website too busy? Haha I'm glad Facebook always makes time for me. Facebook is a true website.

2. "Close, but no cigar." Cigars are the official measurement of all things I guess.

Well. That's really all I have. If I think of more I'll just add them in, complete with smart comments and all.

Youth Groupies of Jesus.

It's so refreshing...to be around people that put God first. 
Tonight, I hung out with the youth group, for the first time in a while. And you know what? I was at peace. I felt so whole. And that can only be a God thing. I honestly just feel pure sadness for those that drink the night away, trying to find an inkling of friendship, or crude movies that just seep into your heart and make you feel...well...cruddy. It just felt like...home, as Janelle so aptly put it. 

Unrelated note. The other day I was listening to my morning David Jeremiah. He told this awesome analogy about riding a tandem bicycle with God. He said, “When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long trails up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds; it was all I could do to hang on!! Even though it looked like madness, He said, “Pedal!” I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are You taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust. And I'm beginning to enjoy the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Christ. And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says..."Pedal." Beautiful. Jesus take the handlebars. I'm going to add my own bit to this analogy...

"So I pedal. I begin to grow frustrated and bored of the same scenery after a while. So I tell God to pull over; I want to drive. I know it's not a good idea; I've never been here before...and I'm not sure of the way. But God simply gives me the front seat. Before I know it, I've gone off-course. We soon are stuck in a deep rut, and night is falling. Wait...we?! I begin to look around frantically. I cannot see my Lord anywhere. "Lord!" I cry out. "Where are you? I'm lost! So lost..." Suddenly, the Lord is there. He smiles and says, "how was driving?" You begin to realize just how unequipped you are to lead this mission. "Lord...I'm ready for you to take the front seat again. And I'm willing to sit back...and pedal." You both ride away, into the treacherous hills and sweet pastures with rolling waters beyond."

Well. Kinda corny. But I love this analogy. It's just such an amazing gift; that God's grace surpasses all. He is willing to take any burden, any time. And He is always listening. To 6.7 billion people. Each one.