don't go

It's hard to believe that today is the last day of November. It feels like just yesterday we were driving back from Pennsylvania.

down with viruses

Only the shallow know themselves. Oscar Wilde

I look at my semi-abandoned weblog and realize why it's in such a condition-I haven't sat down in front of a computer connected to the internet and spent enough time to compose anything in nearly a month. The past month has been, for lack of any better terms, interesting. So many lessons. Seemingly so little time in which they've been acquired.

But it brings me to my current status: There are times that I'm glad me and my roommate share things with each other. Then, there are other times when I despise the fact that we do.

Living in such close proximity to another human does have its advantages; however, the drawbacks include the fact that germs such as acute viral nasopharyngitis get transmitted much more easily than if two humans live separately.

As I'm emulating Frogger (and if you have to click on that link, I pity you) on Gervais Street this morning, it occurs to me that the fact that my nose is runny and my throat is aching probably is not a good thing. The fact that I'm popping Tylenol every six hours or so to remain functional does not indicate good things either. Incidentally, it's serouisly hard to dry-swallow pills when you're throat is aching.

I hate being sick. Aching doesn't bother me. What irritates me is it that seems the volume control has been turned to 185. Yes, the music still plays, but discerning any form what's being listened to is almost impossible.

This is what I feel like right now.

i like this

CWC

The cold burns at the lungs in your chest.

This is how I begin my cold weather conditioning. Forty degrees. Nothing but a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of shoes and 4 miles of road in front of me. I did it in 30 minutes. Pretty good for my first time running in the cold this year. November and May are the two months I both hate and love. But it brings thoughts I my head. I can't help but think that I'm going to the be slowest one in January if I go back to Hershey. This is why I cannot fail. I will not allow anyone else to put me in the back of the line. If they even pick me at all. Here we go.

Anyway, I learned this week in house church that I need to be a cowboy when I grow up [like I'll ever grow up].

mostly how i feel

frail enough for fighting; throat dry enough for talking; confused enough to know directions; still enough to be trembling; see enough to know I'm blind; home enough to know I'm lost; cynical enough to believe

trigonometry, simplified

staties

Most people get nervous when they get stopped by a single state trooper on the side of the road. The trooper talks with you, informs you of the error of your ways, and that's about it.

My Friday morning began with me being flanked by two state police officers in a tiny room asking me the most ambiguous questions I've ever heard. Not always how you want to start your non-weekend.

Nine and a half hours prior to previously stated tiny room, I got in a car with my roommate. He proceded to drive the nine hours to the State Police Academy in Hershey. I77, while not the most boring strech of highway, can definately is up there on the "longest stretch" list.

I think it's the pause between my first name and my last name that sent chills up my spine. Alright, here it is: what you've been sweating for the past week. Thoughts ran around my head as the first trooper shakes my hand and I follow him to the basement dorm where my interview was conducted.

15 minutes into the 30 minutes alotted for the test, I finish. 10 of the most ambiguous questions I've ever answered. I shake both troopers hands and head out. Exiting information includes that the class I'm applying for is the June 2008 class and that if I passed the interview, I've got the PFT in January.

I drove the 9 nine hours back to SC. I couldn't contain the thoughts that filled my head. Is this right? Should you take this job? Heck, one thing at a time: did you even pass? You sure could have answered those questions a lot better. What the heck were you thinking? Almost two hours were spent in silence. Thinking. Wondering. Praying. Thinking some more. It seemed so much of a waste. Time. Money.

Sha[c]k[e] on the La[c]k[e] was again, awesome. The quiet was needed. Realizations included: peace is something that I needed and that the stars at night are beautiful. Shooting stars are cool.

Friday continuted to come to mind. House of Prayer was, well, perfect, but I couldn't stop thinking about my test or anything else.

That's what house church was for. The story of Lot leaving Sodom and Gomorrah is one that many many people have discussed, but it has never hit in me as it did Tuesday night.

Plans. They're God's, and they're perfect. Even when they seem to grab your hand.

thankyou. somuch