Normalcy (the lack thereof)

Running is fun. Not only does it keep you in shape, but it allows you to get your frustrations out without hurting yourself or anyone else, and it's just plain fun.

But if someone runs 4.5 miles in the rain (on a day that a new rainfall record is set), does that make that person crazy? If it does, then I'm a total lunatic. I traveresed three cities (Columbia, West Columbia, and Cayce) and two counties (Lexington and Richland) in 35 minutes or so. In pouring rain. For no apparant reason. I was sitting in my room at the computer thinking, "You know, this would be a great time to go running." So I did. It was great. I got soaked. People driving down the road looked at me like I was out of my mind (I'll admit, I probably was). I drip-dryed in the elevator and created a huge puddle. My running shoes got soaked, as did everything I was wearing. Running by the capitol, I had to try to get water out of my ear so I could hear my headphones evenly. I thought, "Normal people never have to worry about getting water in their ears when they run." It's so much fun not being normal!

But wait! Is that rain I hear outside?

Too much caffine (is there such a thing?) because I think I foun the limits of my body

So I got up late this morning. So I didn't get a shower. So I was half-asleep this morning walking down the stairs out of the dorm. So sue me. I needed caffine. I've got, 55, no, 60 cents in my pocket. (Great thing I don't clean my pockets out at night). Just enough for a soda. I'm late to class, so it calls for a CODE RED Mountain Dew. I guzzle it down before I walk outside 21 feet away. I get to Spanish on time and am wide awake for the entire class period.

Then I head out to pysc. But I'm feeling a little sleepy again. Oh well, nothing a grande mocha can't fix. I grab one (ya just have to love the USC meal plan) and guzzle that down. (I comsume edibles rather quickly. Whether it's a burrito, or a coke, or a couple slices of pizzia, it's gone before most people have even started). So, I'm sitting in psyc, thinking that I can feel my heart beating through my chest. Hmmm, this is kinda wierd. I feel like I could run much farther than I normally do. I check my pulse and it's 140. Which is really high for a guy with a resting pulse of 70. (I don't even want to know what my BP was-normally 95/55).

So, that was an expirience. Lesson learned: do not have more than one caffinated beverage in an class period.

Katie Inman!?!?

I never really thought [thefacebook] was worth anything until today. Let me explain.

I was sitting in English class, and we were told to read a story. Well, I finished it and had about 5 minutes left before the end of class. So I sat back and started thinking. About nothing in particular. (To give most people fair warning-my thoughts are very jumbled and dis-combobulated. So if this doesn't connect very well, you've been pre-warned). I started thinking about getting a job (no time period in particular). Where at? Michigan would be nice. And New York state. And Pennsylvainia. And Texas. And New Mexico. And Colorado. And California. Well, that might be hard to work out. Cal is expensive to live in. Hmmmm...I liked living on the West Coast. And old friends. Yeah, those were good days. I wonder how they're doing. Oh, wait, I remember the Inman's sent us something about Katie's graduation. OSU, I think. Gasp! [thefacebook] might come in handy. (I really do love technology, despite the inconveniences at times).

So, I logged onto [thefacebook] when I got out of class and type Katie's name into the search field. And up poped her picture. I was thinking, "Whoa, dude! This thing is totally awesome!" (Read in a Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure voice). My next thought was, "Wait a sec, I wonder if she remembers me? Oh well, here goes nothing." So I clicked on 'add Katie as a friend' and then ran off to 211.

I get back around an hour and a half later, and log on again. "Mr. Glendinning," it says, "you have one message awaiting your immediate attention." Well, it didn't really say that (only "you have one unread message), but that's what I wish it said. Anyway, I click on it and it's from my old friend Katie. The subject line reads: OH MY GOODNESS!!! (My thoughts exactly). We were able to get each others screen names and we talked online for several hours. Catching up with someone you haven't talked to in 13 something years is increíble.

Now, Michael is laughing at me. I was someone who thought that [thefacebook] was stupid. Then, this afternoon, I did an about-face (no pun intended). Now, I think [thefacebook] is totally awesome. And so is catching up with old friends.

Distinctly politcally un-correct

In this day and age, you can't make a judgement about someone without being called a "self-righteous bigot." This is pure stupidity. Whether it was a clerk who got an attitude with you or another driver who cut you off in traffic this morning, you will make a judgement about that person.

Out generation today is plagued by incredible amounts of tolerance. "Everyone has their own opinion; respect them," we're told. Yes, that is true (besides, opinions are like noses-everyone's got one). However, not everyone's opinion is correct. Like a test, some answers are right, and some are wrong. Accepting everything that is presented to you means you believe and hold to nothing. Is that where you want to be remembered for? Sitting on the fence because you never wanted to offend anyone? It will show people that 1) you have no backbone, and 2) that you don't care about anything. Face it. Some things are just stupid.

Don't follow the crowd. Be different. Make a difference. Take a side. Know who you are and what you believe.

You were meant to live large
Come on take charge
Let's go light the world up
Let's not wait until the end
To be the things we wish we'd been

More Than Useless

I feel like
I would like
To be somewhere else doing something that matters
And I’ll admit here
While I sit here
My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather
What’s the purpose?
It feels worthless
So unwanted like I’ve lost all my value
I can’t find it
Not in the least bit
And I’m just scared, so scared that I’ll fail you

And sometimes I think that I’m not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I’m even here at all
But then You assure me

I’m a little more than useless
And when I think that I can’t do this
You promise me that I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once

So I say if I can’t
Do something significant
I’ll opt to leave most opportunities wasted
And nothing trivial
That life could give me will
Measure up to what might have replaced it
Too late look
My date book
Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone
And I bet
That regret
Will prove to get me to improve in the long run

And sometimes I think that I’m not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I’m even here at all
But then You assure me

I’m a little more than useless
And when I think that I can’t do this
You promise me that I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna be the day
Gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once

I noticed
I know this
Week is a symbol of how I use my time
Resent it
I spent it
Convincing myself the world’s doing just fine
Without me
Doing anything of any consequence
Without me
Showing any sign of ever making sense
Of my time
It’s my life
And my right
To use it like I should
Like He would
For the good
Of everything that I would ever know

I’m a little more than useless
And when I think that I can’t do this
You promise me that I’ll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna be the day
Gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once

Relient K :: More Than Useless

I [insert key word here] expectations

I hate expectations. Yes, I do. They create false expectations. So, when I don't meet them, I feel like I've failed, even if I've done an excellent job at whatever task I set out to accomplish.

No, wait. I didn't mean that. I love expectations. They help me finish my goals on time. Without expectations, basically everything in my life would go out the window.

No. Wait a sec. I think I've got it now. I hate the expectations that other people put on me. "Oh, you could do so much more with your life." "Come on, you don't want to do that." "You need to pick a profession where you could make more money." Yada yada yada. This is just a sample of what I hear sometimes. I truely don't know all of the things people say, mainly because as soon as they start, I tend to tune them out completely.

I guess it all boils down to not wanting to be put in someone else's box. A constriciton that keeps me from being me. God has such a wonderful plan for my life that I don't want anyone to limit it for me by putting atifical restricitons on me by making me believe that I'm "expected" to do something, or be someone.

I'm rested now, but still not feeling good

Ah, spring break. I got so much rest over the time. I also was able to do other things, such as: see an old friend from California, find a job for the summer, and destroy a porch.

Oh, and the porch destruction was fun. I was never previouly aware that a porch was an animate object, but now I'm not so sure. I'm almost positive that I saw the thing throw the crowbar at my chest, smash my finger, and kick my shin. Well, one thing's for sure, the porch wasn't going down without a fight. And I've got the scarss to prove it.

But, after all of the rest I got over sprong break, I'm still not feeling good. I obviously caught some sort of virus or something, because now I've got a sore throat and a headache, which doesn't make the rest of me that the porch attacked feel any better. I just feel, uggggg. No esta bien.

I Believe

Give me something that I can believe
And then I'll share it with the world for everyone to see
Take away the darkness, all the pain and sadness
I know it's you that put this light inside of me

I believe in a faith that's strong
I believe in a hope that carries on
I believe in these things and more
Most of all, most of allI believe in love

If I had the strength to move a mountain
Would you be amazed by all of my abilities
I guess it would not mean much if I didn't have love
And this is what I really want you all to see

Third Day :: I Believe

Running on empty...and caffine

Wow. I just can't seem to "get in gear" for this past week and half.

Ever since about the 20th or so, I've been just kinda down. Like out of fuel. I don't know, maybe normal people expierience this often, but I'm far from normal. Normally, I would be ready to do anything at anytime, but I've just felt like, "Oh well, that's great. I don't want to do anything." It's wierd, because normally I don't feel this way.

Maybe it's because I haven't had much sleep in the past several weeks. Maybe it's because I've been cramming for mid-term. Well, whatever it is, I hope I can get some rest soon and get replenished. Hopefully, that's what I'll be able to do over spring break (oh, and a road trip! That'll be fun!).

The condition of sleepiness (or sleeplessness)

Sleep. It's one of those things that people have to have. But at the same time, you almost feel like you're wasting time while your getting it.

I like to sleep. No, wait, I don't like to sleep. Well, I mean both of those statements. I like to get sleep. When the weekend rolls around, I don't mind sleeping in till 2 in the afternoon. I have nothing of much importance that needs to get done. But during the week, I feel like I have so many other important things I can be doing besides getting sleep. I get up in the morining for class, and when I'm walking back to my dorm, I'll be thinking of how nice my bed will feel when I get back. But as soon as I step through my door, I 'm struck by all of the things that "need" to do before I can get sleep. Do laundry. Finish papers. Study for mid-terms. Read my school books and reading assignments. Clean up my room (which is a continuous, never ending process). I can't seem to get the rest I need when I get back to the place I need to be to rest.

I can't wait for Spring Break. I need the rest. I just need a time where I can go to bed without anything on my mind. I won't be a sluggard (Proverbs 6:9-11), but I will be sleeping a good bit. Ahhhh, sleep. One of God's blessings to the human race. Some people dislike it, some people love it; some people get too little, some people get too much; but the miracle of sleep is that one can only appriciate it when they're tired.