There is so much going on right now, and, at the same time, hardly anything at all. I will be going to Tulsa in August, soooo I am packing everything up right now. Let’s see:
May 3- Went to the circus. It was very good, only there wasn’t any trapeze artists. There was a girl who swung on a rope and stuff. The guy who took apart his bike while he rode it and talked was cool too.
For those of you who don’t know, I wrecked my car in March. Yes, the Malibu. It was a good car. I totaled it when I fell asleep at the wheel and went off the rode and hit a culvert (that cement tube that people put under their driveway to continue the ditch). What’s funny about it is that I woke up when I felt the car go into the ditch, over corrected, and THEN hit the culvert. If I’d just continued going, I would’ve just hit the fence.
Heh heh…
Yesterday, I bought a 4runner. It’s a standard, so my dad’s going to take me to Cajun Field to practice driving it.
God is truly supplying my needs to go to Tulsa. He is an AWESOME God!!!!!
I was watching this cool video on You Tube and had to share:
Okay, I was watching an old Sailor Moon (episode 1 to be exact), and I searched to find all her transformations in a single video. I figured, there’s got to be at least one person out there who has internet and put all her transformations, or at least a majority of them, together. Oy, I’m on my 6th piece of gum and can’t chew any more. Anyway, I was just thinking, how come her enemies don’t just run away while she’s doing all that spinning around to get her costume on? What’d be even funnier is if she put it on backwards or got her head stuck in the armhole or something. Heh heh… Oh yeh, and the moon isn’t made of crystals. 
I keep getting this stupid email from somebody saying that I won a free $1000 Walmart gift card. At least they could change the web address to something with “Walmart” in it. Then it might be more believable.
After all that, I am packing to go to Rhema. I am so excited! I am saving up my money and praying and believing that God will provide everything that I need. I almost typed “everything that I can’t provide”. But then I realized, God is the One Who provides everything in the first place! Sure, I might have a job, but it was Him Who gave it to me in the first place.
That’s just some food for thought.
That is the question I ask.
When is acceptable okay? Where is the line that shows that I can work in peace and not feel rushed? I want to do what is right (or more precisely, what I SHOULD do), but I don’t want to wear myself out. I don’t want to be considered a slacker or lazy, but I want that feeling of ease (I guess that’s what I would call it.).
I remember when Hurricane Gustav came through Louisiana. It was like an attitude of “I don’t care”, but more of “I will not be concerned”, or “whatever comes will come”. I know it was God’s peace, but I cannot put words to it. That’s why it’s called the “peace that passes all understanding”.
I just opened up an account on PayPal. I am going to be selling a lot of my stuff on Ebay to save up some money for RBTC. I am looking forward to going to the “Get Acquainted With Rhema Weekend” in the near future. I am so excited and thankful that God blessed me with a job at Chick-Fil-A. Work’s been fun. I went through my closet and pulled out all the clothes that didn’t fit me any more. I am hoping that either Misty or Molly will be able to wear them.
On a much sadder note, I did not do very well in my classes at UL. The class that I had the highest grade in was Chemistry, and it was a B. I was one point away from a B in my drawing class.
I am believing that I will get all the money that is needed. I also need to find a good home for my algae eater, Gigi. It (I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, so I unknowingly end up alternating between the two.) is all alone now since my goldfish died due to hurricane Gustav and I do not know if I can take it with me to Tulsa. I have the hiccups right now so it is hard to type. 
I need to clean my room, so I make a list of things that I need to do in order so I don’t get distracted. I saw “The Day The Earth Stood Still” with my dad in the theater. It was awesome! I would not recommend it for little kids though, due to the action and the son in the movie is disrespectful to his mom. There’s also this part where Clatu heals this police officer that is cool but
The title is a title I got from the “Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends” episode “Destination Imagination”. If you have not seen it, I highly recommend it. After I saw that movie, I wanted to research “imaginary friends”. I found out that it is normal for children to have imaginary friends, especially first born, really creative, really bright children. Why first born, I don’t know. I don’t remember if I ever had an imaginary friend, or at least what I would consider an imaginary friend.
In one of my classes, we had to watch this movie called “Yes”. I don’t recommend seeing it. After seeing the rest of it Wednesday, my professor said that we will be watching a deeper and darker movie next week…
On a more positive note, I am going to Rhema Bible Training Center in the Fall of 2009. I will be moving up to Tulsa in the middle of June (after Molly’s b-day of course). On my Christmas list, I put pots and pans, etc. I am so excited! (Note exclamation point.) It had been “bothering” me all year to go. When I would finally get in a quiet spot, it seemed like I knew I was in the wrong place. I just knew. I will just be glad when I am in the spot God wants me to be. Woot! Hallelujah!!!
Good night!
Okay, so I was reading this poem-thing for my English 115 class called “There Was Once” by somebody whose last name is Atwood. It is very upsetting because the second speaker is way, way, way too nit picky. The first speaker is just trying to tell a fairy tale to the second speaker and the second speaker keeps interrupting and telling the other person to make it this, and make it that. Oh my gosh! Just listen to the story! It’s not like the second person was even supposed to be telling the story anyway! Ugh! Anyway, in the end the first person ends up not telling the story at all.
I just was reading in the dictionary on my computer about what a “clandestine” agent was. Being that I am writing a story on it. Well, here you go:
Clandestine - kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit
Just to make sure I knew what “illicit” was:
Illicit - forbidden by law, rules, or custom
Anyway, I wanted to write a story on a topic I knew nothing about, just using the comical, stereotypical approach to it all. I looked online to see if anyone knew exactly what a clandestine agent does, and I found that someone actually wanted to know how to become one. Some people said it was unwise to do so, but still told that person how they might become one…
Anyway…
I think it would be cool to be the stereotypical spy in theory. I like my sleep though, so I don’t think it would work out. The CIA is taking interns but you have to “sell” them 1.5 years of your life for every year they put you through in college. I don’t think it’s worth it. All in all the government’s site tells the all around pay for a clandestine, but I could make that much going into what I am going into right now. Industrial design.
The times are rough. “Burn Notice” is an okay series that plays on USA about an ex-spy who got “burned”. I’ve always wanted to have a movie done about a person who’s a mix between the detective on “Pink Panther” and “Johnny English”. Ah, good times. “Catch That Kid” was pretty good. I just wish that someone would make a spy-themed movie that wasn’t nasty and such. Spies aren’t that irresistible… I need to get some sleep, my fingers are getting tangled together… Heh heh…
“So there I was with only Old Rusty in me hands and a bucket o’ Spackle. I faced that giant sea creature and I says to ‘em, ‘Nobody takes me celebratory cigar!’ Then I took that bucket o’ Spackle and Wham! Right in that big clamping beak o’ his. Me captain said he never seen a sea creature spackled like that ever since.” The General leaned back in his chair and breathed in a sigh of satisfaction. Emily stared at the General.
“So you be here for the job, right?”
“Yes sir.”
The General had a look of concentration on his face, concentrating on something, but not anything in particular. Emily put on her best smile, and after five minutes of a staring contest, the General’s eyes seemed to be glazed over. “Umm, sir?” Emily said concerned.
“What! No I already told you. I don’t eat bran! It messes with me digestion.”
“Sir?”
“What?”
“Do I have the job?”
“What job?”
Emily stared at the General with a puzzled look. Is he okay? She wondered. The General signed and stamped a paper and handed it to her. Emily read the words “Accepted” at the top as she walked toward the door. She turned around to thank the General, but he was in another paused moment in time. He shook himself and said, “So, you be here for an interview, eh?” “Uh, no thanks, you already, well…” Emily looked down at the piece of paper and shook her head as she left.
She stopped at the secretary’s desk on the way out.
“Congratulations. General Maroon doesn’t normally interview people for this kind of job, but nobody really sees anything of him anymore.” The secretary chewed her gum thoughtfully and continued, “Come check in tomorrow at the time he put on that paper. Good luck.” Emily waved good-bye and left the building. The air was sharp and stung as Emily breathed in the night air. Winter was coming and she needed to pay the rent. The blacktop blended in with dark sky and faded into the hazy fog over the river. When she got to her car, there was a note neatly tucked under the windshield wiper.
“Meet me at La Café Brun. Now.”
Falling. Falling. Still falling. Emily reached for the red cord and thought, was I supposed to pull this one? Was the one I had in my hand really the red cord? She gave it a tug, and waited. The earth was getting closer and closer. The violent jerk that didn’t come was soon followed by the screaming sound of a buzzer. She looked around and…
WHAM!
Woke up. Emily squinted her eyes and leered at the alarm clock. Then she groped for the button to turn it off. That’s when she realized. Today was the day! She got ready faster than a jackrabbit on a hot day, Faster than a kid eating their favorite ice cream, Faster than a… Oh, you get the idea. Pulling out of the driveway was a synch, and she nicked the mailbox with her rear view mirror as always. Emily drove up to the address I had written down. Yep, this was it. Overwhelmed by excitement, she tripped over the curb, and papers flew everywhere, like doves on a wedding day.
Much, much later.
“Section One, place your papers in the bin, Section C, place your files in the box on the table, And finally, Section Y, bring your resumes to me.” Emily eagerly looked around to see if anyone else had brought his or her papers to the secretary. One by one the newcomers placed their papers and files in the appropriate places and left the building. Emily sat all alone. She stood up and brought her resume to the secretary. The lady glanced up through her glasses and sighed, “Oh, lucky you. You can sit down, someone will be with you shortly.”