the passion

in my ears

artist: joe diffie
song: it's always somethin'

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Courtesy Holly's RealPlayer, I'm getting a good dose of country. I'm not exactly sure where she is, but she left her music going.

Despite all the tests, the past couple days have been good. Midterms, though, are about draining. I have two tests next week, I think, and maybe that will wrap up the midterm rush. Nothing like an Ed test to boost my confidence at the end of a series of tests. I'll need some sort of reassurance after that Spanish test I have on Monday. I literally almost cried when Medina announced that we'd be having the test then. I've got DiscipleNow this weekend, so there will be no Spanish study-time. But that's cool. Looks like Sunday night is going to be an intimate night with Tu Diras, my textbook.

The Passion of the Christ is amazing. Go see it. Or experience it, rather. If you've ever had a difficult time realizing the tangibility of the sacrifice of Jesus, this film will make it a reality for you. The last thing I wanted to do is put Jesus in the confines of Hollywood. I had to constantly remind myself that this was a very accurate portrayal of my Lord on that movie screen. This isn't just some legend. It's reality. And though only two tears made their way down my face, I was physically ill. And my heart knew something that I can only describe as a mixture of sorrow, humility, several degrees of anger, and a form of love that is far different than any worldly definition of the word. What I was experiencing was not a feeling. When people say they left the movie theatre speechless, they don't kid with you. When a person realizes the magnitude of what they've just seen, there is an overwhelming of the heart, the mind, and the body. And this isn't just a movie that leaves you with your head cocked to the side for a couple days. It's the Truth that changes your life forever.

gettin' 'er done

Today got 'er done. Well, it got a lot done, but not all of 'er. Got that Hovie test out of the way. It wasn't as bad as I thought. We'll see how far sexual favors go when I get my test back... Speaking of such, we had our Bruton test today. What a joke. I'm so glad that class is over. Technically it's not over because I still have to turn in my final project, but I don't have to go to class anymore. That's good enough for me. I still have stuff to do. I have Spanish homework for tomorrow, a grammar test on Thursday, and I have to finish my LOR project. I need to get to crackin' on all of that right now because tomorrow night I have a discussion panel I have to go to, RCC, and then I'm going with Ash and Les to see The Passion of the Christ. I'm really excited about seeing that. I think it's something I need to see. Something everyone needs to see.

It's taking all I've got to keep myself from piling up on the futon and taking a huge nap. That's what I really want to do. Sleep until supper. And then after that, we're going to see Maya Angelou at RSEC. In case you're wondering, I pronounce it an-gel-low. Maybe tonight the pronunciation score will be settled once and for all.

I just got through writing a card to Victoria. I love sending cards. But too often, I'm just too lazy to actually buy them. They're a lot of fun. I like getting them, too.

Well, I'm having a hard time keeping my head up. I think I'll get my online Spanish work done and then pretend to do some reading on the futon. If sleeping with a book lying beside me counts as reading...

what's bacon? stupid cows...

in my ears

artist: outkast
song: hey ya!

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So yesterday when I was wasting s'more time, I learned something fun. BTE's "Cry In The Sun" is quite an easy song to play. That's such a good song. Maybe they aren't guitar masters, seeing as how I can play some of their songs with ease, but their lyrics make up for it. Even when you can't tell what they're saying or understand what they mean when you can, they'll getcha every time.

I had a thoroughly exciting realization on the futon this morning. I was reading the DiscipleNow curriculum and I realized there are only five sessions. There used to be six! But that's cool because that's less for me to study. Plus, having six sessions over two days was overwhelming. This is really exciting for me. You should be excited, too.

It's 'bout that time to get busy studying for this ever-dreaded Hovie test that will become an actuality tomorrow, but before I do, allow me to share with you the genius of one of my fellow English students. It's people like this who make wonder about my education and the well-being of all humankind.

Hey Group Three,
How many times have you used the so-called word "becareful?" I know for a fact that I have used it several times and I have even used the word today! I was typing a reaction paper for my theatre class earlier this afternoon and I used typed in "becareful" and a red line came up underneath the word. I looked at the word and made sure I was spelling it correctly and to my knowledge it was spelled just as I have always been taught. I right clicked on it and looked at the suggestion and it showed to seperate the "word" as "be careful." This made me curious so I decided to look it up in several dictionaries and grammar books and I did not find it in any of them. My point is "becareful" is not actually a word at all! The dictionary does not show it and there is no sign of it in the two grammar usage handbooks that I am using. What do you guys think about that?

ARE YOU SERIOUS? This was posted on my grammar class' discussion board for our weekly usage journal. I have the hardest time believing that this student's not kidding. *sigh* What is this world coming to?

procrastination at its best

Okay, so I have a million things to do. But that's right, I just sat here for the last forty minutes and conjured up this new color scheme. Yeah, it looks a little Valentinesy, but what can you do? I like it. And I'm getting pretty skilled and stealthy at HTML. Well, I can't compose my own page template, but I can tailor one to my needs like a champ. Sometimes I amaze myself...

behind the melody, the words don't mean a thing

in my ears

artist: nickel creek
song: beauty and the mess

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I like today. I went to the park for about three hours or so to try to get stuff done. And I did. I've studied four out of the six sessions for DiscipleNow weekend, which is this coming weekend. I also worked on my essay question that will comprise fifty percent of my American lit midterm. I feel strangely comfortable with that essay question. But alas, tomorrow I have to get busy with studying for the other fifty percent: true/false and quotation IDs. Eek. But I did feel productive today. I had to. This week is going to be some scary business. I've got something major I need to do for just about every day, and just about every night I have something major I have to do that has nothing to do with the things I have to do during the day. This week will probably make me want to pull my hair out, but I think it will be rewarding.

I feel the need to devote a little paragraph here to music. (Music is a religion and I am its god. No, not that.) But I have to say that over the past couple days, I've found a lost love. Bluegrass. Not necessarily your old school bluegrass, but Nickel Creek and Alison Krauss and Union Station stuff. And country music is a lot of fun, too. It's not quite as lyrically and musically complex as other genres, but it's feel-good music. Hmm, that's funny because so many people think country music is nothing but a bunch of downer music. And some of it is, and I sometimes really like that, too. But country is good riding-'round-with-windows-down, singing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs music. I really love me some good guitar, good lyrics that you can find only in rock. I don't know much at all about punk, but I should only listen to Relient K when I'm by myself because I can get really embarrassingly excited. I can even get into some pop, R&B, hip-hop, and rap, but not quite as much. (I must ashamedly confess I can spout off some Eminem with the best of 'em.) When the mood strikes, I admit, I even like some Celtic music. Other genres I really love every now and then are jazz and blues. I guess in some ways, all of these genres cross over, which only makes sense. It's all music.

Now that I've written a book on the transcendent unity of music, I think I'll get back into the homework groove. I have some perpetual homework to do. You know, the kind that never ends, busy work, essentially. Catch ya on the flipside, homes.