My Bad Habits...

Include my willingness to audition for solos and then freak out when the time comes to actually perform them...

I'll admit that I enjoy the validation that is product of competition- winning a little bit of glory, by the merits of vocal quality only in this case...  But I don't really want to stand in front of a crowd and do my own thing.  I have terrible stage fright--how do I keep on finding myself in performance groups?

Oh well, hopefully tonight will go over well and we'll have a good time.

Another habit that I need to break before tonight- I have a tendency to play with my jewelry and fingernails when I'm nervous...

I need to do some laundry before the rents get here (there's one more- letting the laundry stack up until I'm nearly naked.)

And for all the bad, I'll offer you a good habit that I'm building- for relaxation time, I am no longer turning on the tv.  Neigh, I grab my book.  I'm well over halfway through Twilight (which has almost 500 pages) and I just started it on Sunday.  I can hardly wait to get to New Moon!

Student Composer Recitals?

Sorry to say it, but I doubt I'll ever be motivated enough to go to another one in my life after tonight...

My friends, Danimal and Ajax, played wonderfully and Dan's piece was quite interesting...

But four out of seventeen songs does not justify two and a half hours in an auditorium chair.

I like turkey and cheese wraps.

Persistence is Key!

Two meetings of relentless arguing later, the chalk issue has been dropped!

According to student codes, there is a rule that says any miss use of property can be considered vandalism--No one told me that sidewalks were EXCLUSIVELY for walking, but apparently they are.

Regardless, the lady at the last meeting was very nice; she said that we obviously were nice girls and they believe that there was no malicious intent, so they could wave the fine!  She also said that she appreciated our demonstration of concern within our community, our responsibility for having read the resident handbook, and our persistence in our push back. 

Glad that's all over...

More happiness:

It's Friday!

Today is the last time that I'll ever have to attend recitation for chemistry!

I don't have philosophy today!

Two weeks of class, one week of finals and the semester will be over!

I just got the most awesome foundation and powder!

I have a week until I get to see my mommy, daddy, and Grady!

Some times I cry...

For instance, when I hang up with a sister and I realize just how badly I miss them...

Chalk

A soft, white, porous, sedimentary rock.  For chalkboards and sidewalks, chalk is mostly composed of gypsum (calcium sulfate).  It washes of easily with any introduction of water...

The usage of said chalk is apparently a fineable infraction within the OU Traditions Square Housing Community, inconveniently the formal name of the apartments in which I reside.  And happened to talk a childish fling at chalking within this past weekend.

Here however is the catch--this regulation is in no way included in the resident handbook.  "Chalk" is never even mentioned in the handbook...  My dilemma- can one be penalized for a rule that doesn't explicitly exist, or even moderately implied?

Worse yet, the chalking has already been washed off...  Does not the delinquent teenager have the opportunity to remove the paint from their graffiti spree for redemption?  And that's even a misdemeanor...

Traditions is the man.

Today, at approximately 4:30 p.m., I'll stick it.

What a Weekend

I am the biggest klutz known to man...

Friday- Elisha, Lauren, and I were running across the street to take Krumme on a walk when my knee gave out from under me... Fortunately I had just made it to the side walk as I felt myself falling... Now I have a superman symbol shaped scab on my left knee. Great.

Saturday- The campus wide community service project, Big Event, sent RUF/NEK Lil Sis out to the polo stables for our work and I was directed to work on taking apart an old, broken down barn with a couple of the other girls. We were having a great time with crow bars, hammers, and hard work to demolish the place until I hurt myself yet again... I somehow managed to let go of the hammer mid-swing with my right hand and I smacked my fingers into the beam at the same force and impact as the hammer itself... I had fat fingers stuck in a cup of ice for several hours and now I have regular sized fingers with pretty, bruised knuckles...

I've decided to stay put and indulge in low impact activities today... We'll have to wait and see how dangerous homework is...

There are Those Who Fool...

And then there are those who get fooled...

Repent and Reform!

I wish the crazies on our campus would sing like they do at Tracy's school...
No, here they just shout judgemental damnation...

They stand out in front of Dale Hall, telling me about how I'm going to hell for listening to rock'n'roll and bearing my legs in public (for wearing a just-below-knee length skirt, btw).

All of last week, they stood shouting at us, drawing huge crowds of students arguing back giving them the gratification of persecution... I'd just walk by and giggle...

Today, another crazy but no more crowd. Yes, they have indeed Bibled-out the students of OU.


Good job.

Funny how they forget love and grace... Whatevs.

The Pup and Me...

We're hanging just the two of us this weekend.

Elisha and Lo are in Nashville for a rugby tournament. Kristin joined her little sister on a girl scout camp out. That leaves me here bonding with my baby. Krumme is growing up so fast though- already he is indulging in... less than reputable adolescent activities? Let's just say Nigel used to be Elisha's most beloved teddy bear that everyone now refuses to touch...

At least he's not too old to cuddle with his mama still. He keeps the left side of the bed warm quite sufficiently for now.


That is when he's not perched on top of me...




Well, back to Gilmore Girls. I've started my fifth go around...

Delight

So a moment just to recognize that the Lord is sovereign?

Nice--We (JC and I) have a "please feel free to smack me around when I'm being a moron" understanding. We've found it to be kind of fun to keep track of the number of smacks administered; the currently count is roughly: JC administrated- innumerable, Patricia administrated- zero.

Be My Escape
Relient K

I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You

So were You