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looking forward

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:28:14 GMT

i'm looking forward to being able to watch snl videos online
i'm looking forward to listening to pandora.com again!

[begin serious thought]

also, i need to stop staying up late looking up through facebook the half-thousand people who graduated high school my year. shoot, even checking up on friends and what they're up to and is a blackhole; i must not let myself get sucked into the comparison game.

i mean, i escaped from worms and parasites since africa, i've only 5 days left with almost 50 people that have travelled the world with me, have prayed and prophesied over me, loved me when i was unloveable, in effin' costa rica, and i'm going home and i'll see my family and friends who love me unconditionally as best as they can.

so eff off, self-pity.

[end serious thought].

counting down again.

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 02:39:56 GMT

my days have been numbered and now the number is very small. as of tomorrow that number is 6.

6 days from tomorrow, i hop on a plane from san jose, costa rica to ft. lauderdale, fl. and then go through some customs ish and then another plane to myrtle beach, sc. and then another plane to boston, ma; by the time i arrive at beantown, it'll be 11:30 p.m. then i get to wait about 4 hours until i check in to my jet blue flight to jfk where mom and/or brother will pick me up.

then, i go home and i will:

sleep and not wake up until noon (or later).
shower.
eat (a true bagel with generous schmear of cream cheese? a slice of baked ziti pizza? or some sushi? maybe a bit of all of the above?!)
get my nails did, legs waxed, and face. . . facialed.
eat mom's food.
sleep.

not sure what will happen the day after that. maybe i will wake up in time to watch the ellen degeneres show. play the piano. condense my fb photo albums. go to the library. hopefully my car is registered somewhere and driveable so i can practice being behind the wheel again.

anyway. it's been surreal. i'm in costa rica and while most of my fellow racers went to the beach and surfed, i went to a private christian hospital to make sure i'm not infested with parasites.

and i don't feel like i missed out at all, strangely enough. mostly because i was amazed at how nice the hospital is. my chest got x-rayed, my bone density was tested, got blood drawn from my right arm, peed and pooped in cups (one for each kind of sample), got suction cups stuck to my legs and chest for an ekg, poked and prodded here and there (this is not a chronological list). in between the tests and check-up, i got breakfast, which was part of my "comprehensive basic check-up package". i was prescribed an inhaler and anti-inflammatory meds for my cough.

all that stuff cost $292. insurance should cover that, some if not all.

how much would all of that have cost me back home, sans insurance? [shudders]

home sweet home, unresolved health-care reform and all.

being into origami in middle school was a good investment of time & energy after all

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 21:03:21 GMT

today, i taught some romanian kids how to make a balloon and a crane. i only wish i had remembered how to make other things, like a frog, a turtle and stars. origami as children's ministry tool = success!

status of relationship.

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 20:05:59 GMT

so for no reason, i just decided i'd not to include my "relationship status" in my facebook profile. i didn't think i'd have to, but i did end up having to clarify that not being listed as single doesn't mean i'm not single anymore. it just means that piece of information about me is not available on facebook. that's all.

"relationship status" sounds funny to me the more i think about it. what's the status of my relationships? mostly good, all things considered. and really, isn't facebook just one big relationship status indicator?

a truth remix

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 10:09:01 GMT

quote of the day:

you don't get anything clean without getting something else dirty.
- cecil baxter.

sounds like the gospel to me.

blogmania

Thu, 28 May 2009 21:10:43 GMT

i have a 3rd blog that i keep. . . keep forgetting about. sheesh. it's my oft-neglected brainchild. i guess, step-brainchild.

not as many old entries to peruse but the same thoughts/lessons cycle in and out.

and this time, for a longer spell of time, i can see that i haven't had to relearn them. at least not to the extent that i did in the past. or was it that i've had some kind of lasik done on my spiritual eyes and my vision isn't affected by melodrama and overreation anymore?

anyway.

beyond the grave?

Thu, 21 May 2009 20:15:13 GMT

he says xanga's defunct. i'm inclined to agree. does this mean i will cease to blog here altogether?

nope.

i'm a pack rat. so, having had this site since 2001. . . it's just so hard to let go. i mean, how else was i able to name my blog without having to affix eleventy punctuations marks and/or superfluous letters?
it seems like you could graph xanga's popularity like a bell curve or parabola and we're now past its apex. i tend to dislike things after their trendiness peaks. and now that this blogging venue has returned to relative obscurity, i can go back to blogging in the underdoggedness and freedom, haha.

my share of stress

Fri, 15 May 2009 20:13:34 GMT

just 'cause i'm on missions doesn't mean i've escaped the stress that y'all face at work/school.

i was either praying or trying to sleep away my cough a good chunk of this month, so i haven't been doing too much of my share of manual labor.
today we've been hard at work setting up for tomorrow's spring festival, which is just a massive garage sale plus food and different churches having time slots to lead praise/worship and such.
aforementioned festival is a 12-hour affair: half a day!
we are also "on-call" for three church services on sunday (not all have to be present for all these services).
the more pressing need is establishing our ministry plans for next month, which is our "pioneer" month. basically, we have to figure out on our own where we're going, how we're getting there, who we're working with, what we're doing, can we afford it, blah blah, in a couple days.

missionaries don't get overtime. just in case you thought serving God was glorious or anything.

random thoughts in romania

Tue, 12 May 2009 22:02:38 GMT

it's been awhile since i've posted here. i spend enough time keeping apprised of people's lives via facebook and inundating everyone else's facebook news feeds with the eleventy billion photos i upload to facebook AND doing my more substantive focused, "spiritual" blogging here.

one of the nice things about having constant internet access this month has been reading other blogs. sadly, i see only two people, maybe a couple more, who continue to choose xanga as an outlet, which makes it worthwhile for me to update.

two questions/thoughts on "that time o' th' month" (you guys can stop reading now, if you so choose):

do the fluctuations of levels of hormone, which cause chocolate cravings, or in my case, heighten them, also enhance to the taste of the chocolate being consumed? or rather, is it that food consumed to satisfy a craving only seem to taste better than usual because of the craving?
it's a shrewd tactic of the devil, "pms", or really, just "ms" because really, that in and of itself feels like a syndrome that makes me wish i had left my ovaries at home). aside from the physical stuff, it makes me doubt what i've felt or thought - "oh, i'm just pms-ing". instead of recognizing the legitimacy of my emotions, i wonder if i should simply discard them as the by-product of said fluctuations of levels of hormone.
i wonder what childbirth and everything associated with that would've been like if the fall never happened. all this would've been easily prevented - the pms, the need for epidurals, blah blah - if adam had just done his job and eve was a better listener. [sigh]

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Tue, 12 May 2009 22:01:25 GMT

i posted this over two years ago. . . and most of it's pretty true. except, home has now become my new unknown, and i'm living the adventure, which isn't quite so adventurous as i had thought. . . at least, all the time.

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