Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I'll probably be homesick for the first week. I already am. How does a nineteen-year-old justify homesickness?
Hopefully I'll be kept busy; being busy will help me to focus on where I am and keep me from thinking about where I'm not.
I have to register, i.e. give the admin. all the information they already have so they know I'm still me.
I have register my car, i.e. make sure I can park on campus even though the parking lots are overcrowded.
Classes start tomorrow.
I never finished the book I resolved to read over the summer.
In the immortal words of Samwise Gamgee: "Well... I'm back."
Monday, August 13, 2007
The funny thing is, we spotted these on our way into Harry Potter... and on our way out, we saw someone cosplaying as Harry Potter driving one of these two bugs. o.O I can only wonder what happened to his Firebolt.
And now for something completely different.
You might be a redneck if you ever owned this. Jeff Foxworthy, eat your heart out.
The epic moving of the foosball table! I got Kate to take the picture; it was a comedy of errors getting the foosball table from the study to the den.
Good times... good times.
Big, dark clouds... and I was driving as I took the picture. Totally safe, I know... but it explains the poor quality of the picture XD
A massive storm hit Alabama back in June; the day it hit, Kate and I drove from Prattville to Mobile and back again, each time passing through different parts of the storm. This was taken as we left Mobile. About five minutes later, I was a few feet from the car in front of me and could only follow the phantom brake lights; we couldn't see the car at all.
Fourth of July at the house...
We were watching the fireworks show at Stanley-Jenson Stadium from the comfort of our roof. Dad got a little bored. :)
Just lookin' at a David in a box.
It was almost as fun to see him climb in as it was to see him climb out.
Never miss an opportunity to practice "artistic" photography!
^-^ I like clocks.
I also like typewriters.
This was found in a house on the open house tour back in May. The clocks above were in the same house -- it was a nicely decorated place...
I know I have this up on Facebook, but I couldn't resist putting it here, too.
I'm not kidding you. Chunky, Mississippi really exists.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to take a picture of the sign for "Chunky Creek".
The truth is often stranger --and funnier-- than fiction.
Everything has a story.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
the ground thaws
the rain falls
the grass grows
the seeds root
the flowers bloom
the children play
The stars gleam
the poets dream
the eagles fly
The Earth turns
the sun burns
but I die
the river flows
but I die
Should we ever grow accustomed to the timely, yet unpredictable nature of death?
At best, we would be declared logical or realistic; at worst, calloused.
The world revives
but I know blue
the hand gropes
the ear hears
the pulse beats
the eyes gaze
the legs walk
the lungs breathe
The mind churns
the heart yearns
the tears dry
Wednesday night, a thirteen-year-old boy in the congregation killed himself. No one saw it coming.
Please pray for our church congregation. The funeral is Saturday.
("Without You" -- from RENT)