Today I hung out with Hannah Goetz. I'm thinking about making her one of my bffs. but I don't know. Her teeth are awesome. Way better than mine. I like to have friends that have teeth as bad or worse than my own. I feel much more comfortable that way. I feel normal. It's a small miracle that Sara and I are friends, cuz her teeth look like they were fashioned out of marble by an Italian artist.  Hannah's teeth are pretty much that kind of perfect too. I mean, it's nice to look at, but it's a lot to live up to. ya know?
But basically, this was one of those days where you meet someone so amazing that you know that you'll never be the same. Kinda like the day I discovered Kashii cereal. I can tell that my life has already changed just by knowing her. People that awesome radically change your life just by being in their presence.  So yeah, I can verify, she's pretty cool for a person. I would say that she earns an A+. No, I'm sorry, she earns an A. I have to dock her because she hates burritos. That's weird. I don't know any Americans who don't like burritos. That seems unpatriotic. People think burritos are Hispanic in nature, but they aren't. They're straight-up American.
    Also, why do I act like such an immature little kid? argh. that bothers me. I'm trying to figure it out. I think it's largely an introvert-based quality. I'm awkward and maybe kinda shy about being real. It's also probably because I spend so much time on my own that when I'm with a bunch of people, it gives me absurd energy...and I know that sounds like that kinda goes against my introvert theory, but it actually doesn't. um....yeah I can't really explain that. or at least, I'm not going to try. I probably COULD explain it.
      I like good conversation, I like to know about people's lives, but I guess I'm awkward in approaching that. I'm sitting there across from Jill and I have a million questions that I'd love to ask about her life, but...I didn't really say anything. I always feel like I come off like a jerk. I do, don't I? I'm just awkward. I swear I really do have quite a vibrant heart underneath all the childish behavior.
I get frustrated with myself on days like these. I get so excited that I act so immature.
        I love baptism days. Makes me cry. But we didn't get to sing at all! what the heck?!? that's my favorite part normally! ah well, kinda worth it. But still, I would've stayed an extra half-hour if we could've sang more! I love baptism days. I really, really, really do. I love my church, I love my pastor, I love my homegroup. I love sitting in church sunday morning and hearing the voices of the Redeemed all joined together with one focus. Blows my heart away.
bye.

Broccoli

Don't tell anyone, but I do kinda like broccoli. Especially if it's cooked. It's not quite yummy, but definitely not horrible!

But let's let this be our little secret, yes?

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

I need a new blog, so here are a few random things. I have bits and pieces of several blogs running through my mind, but I haven't had the time. Some day I'll have something good, but until then, here's this...

I'm glad the stupid Bachelor is over. That show makes me mad like nothing else! It's the most offensive thing on tv, no question in my mind. Worse than all that garbage on VH-1? Worse then MTV and E!?? yes. yes. yes!! This show completely mocks God's standard of love and marriage, but what makes it worse than any other shows is that it is presented as REALITY. yeah Jersey Shore is insane (Ok i've never actually seen it) but no one watching it is sitting there with googily eyes swooning over it and hoping to live a life like that some day. No. Everyone laughs at that show because it's so ridiculous and so far removed from reality!
The Bachelor gives women the impression this is what actual LOVE looks like. He's a whore. She's a whore. They're all whores! That's all it is. We celebrate prostitution as standard of romance and love.
They're selling themselves for fake notion "love" that's about as deep as a puddle. Selling America this idea of romance that couldn't be further from the truth, it makes me wanna vomit. How can grown adult women watch this show?? I could see junior high girls watching it and falling for the notion that this is what romance looks like, but seriously, grown women??
But I mean, that's just my opinion! Of course, Leap Year was one of my favorite movies of the last year, so that shows ya how shallow I am!

I'm going to run the chicago marathon. probably not this year. Although it's in October...oh but you have

to register in like June, so yeah probably not this year. Besides, I'd like to qualify in some races here first so that I can start closer to the front in Chicago. That's the dream anyway. The race starts at Grant park, goes all the way up to Wrigley and back down to Chinatown! Can you imagine?? I could've never imagined running all the way to Chinatown! Sometimes walking two blocks to the EL to get to Chinatown seemed impossible. I'm pretty excited about actually doing this. There's no better way to see chicago and all of it's little neighborhoods than on foot. Gotta stick with my training and I'll get there! wooo weee!!

I'm excited about the weather starting to get warmer, but I'm going to miss my winter clothing. Why is winter clothing so awesome?? I have WAY more summer clothing, but none of it can compare to the winter stuff. Winter is nice, but I'm much more of a summer person. Winter is for lovers. Summer is singles' weather. But I hate that women think that gives them permission to take of virtually ALL their clothes. What is wrong with you? We don't need to see all your hoohas and whatnots! Save a little something! geez! And I HATE halter tops. (I hate them because I love them in ways that I shouldn't) seriously. maybe I'm a stodgy ole Amish fella, but what right do Christian ladies have to be wearing that kinda junk?

I remember when I used to NEVER drink water and would brag about how I hate it. (why, or even how, would you brag about something like that?) But now water is ALL that I drink, save for a glass for V-8 Fusion every day.

It's march. One of the sexiest months, by far. Here's how I would rank the months by their sexiness factor:
1. April
2. October
3. September
4. March
5. November
6. May
7. December
8. June
9. July
10. August
11. January
12. February

Part of what makes March so sexy is that it's birthed out of the most unsexy months of the year, which only enhances it's inherent sexiness! It pains me to have to put my beloved July so far towards the bottom, especially because it has it's own unique sexiness. But the sexiness of July can't hold a candle to the overpowering sexiness of a month like November when the air is crisp and the anticipation of thanksgiving and Christmas is blowing up our hearts.

When you think about the sexiness of the months, doesn't it make you love Jesus more? It does for me. I get overwhelmed with thinking about all the beauty that He built into this old world. It's funny because a lot of times life is hard and gross, dirty and sad, yet when you step back and just think about the months and season, it's like fireworks going off in your heart. There's still that explosion of beauty built into this planet despite all the horrible ugly things that go on down here. It makes me realize how blessed we are despite of how our short-sighted eyes and current circumstances hold us down.  Winter is romantic, yet harsh. But after that bleakness of those frozen months, the hope of spring blossoms. As the earth springs back to life, my heart

is defrosted. There will always be those brief moments when the smell carried on the wind brings back a memory so vivid and sweet that it makes you  laugh (or cry, depending on how you express joy!) I LOVE those moments. That's why spring and autumn (which is a word I love. vastly superior to "fall") are so highly-anticipated in my heart. I get antsy at the end of February because I know that spring is coming and with it the briskness in the air that, for brief moments, transport me back to being 13 and thinking I was in love or being 16 and driving my friends to Taco Bell in my jalopy. You never know when it'll hit you, what memory it'll bring or where it'll transport you. That's part of the joy, just being surprised and captivated.

am I insane? or do other people feel this way too?

Also, this guy's blog is one of my favorite things. Maybe you have to actually know him for it to be hilarious, but it cracks me up like nothing else.

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