Why I don't write poetry

Rain pelting on the window pane

Growing stronger every second

Each solitary drop containing something unique

Something more than hydrogen and oxygen

Much more

Ironically, it isn't raining

My window is dry

Open, in fact, to the immense black

Where whispers are permitted to pass through the dirty screen

Only to be drowned by the stale drone of a radio

Speaking of ironic...

In between my ellipses is a space anything but sterile

Anything but lifeless

Almost like the time before the sun's

Tonight should never end

Even though the clock indicates it already has

Tonight isn't wonderful, or overtly terrible

It's closer to mediocre

Perhaps holding onto the shards of night postpones the morning

At least in some insignificant way

That matters regardless

Watching the third become the fourth

And so on.

Nonsense doesn't make as much sense after sunrise

Duh!

Today, like most good Christians, I went to church.

As a side note, if you're looking to whet your appetite for a cynical church kid attitude, you can just stop reading right now. Or you can keep reading. You're just not going to get much cynicism this time.

I realized what's been lacking in my life In fact, I think I've realized why Christians sometimes act the way they act. While Christians should, ideally, be a loving group of people, they so often are portrayed and thought of as wanting in the area of love.

Today I had such a duh moment. As in, duh, most Christians don't love others, it's because they've lost sight of the love of Christ.

Duh.

Although, it's not that we've simply forgot that Christ and love can be used in the same sentence, or even that he loves humanity as a whole.

I think that on the personal level, we don't realize God's immense love for us. And this is hurting our ability to love others. I mean, if you don't realize that you are loved by the one who commands you to love, then your efforts towards genuine love will most likely fall flat.

Sitting in church today, singing this one song, I realized that I had not focused much on the fact that God loves me. I knew he wanted me to do the right thing. I knew he cared enough to let me pray. I knew he died for me. But somehow, I had been missing the most crucial piece of the puzzle.

That he actually loves me.

I think I started crying. And that's weird, because it's been a crazy long time since I've cried. As crazy as I know some of you think it is, the fact that I am loved unconditionally by Jesus just blew my mind. I can't contain myself when I think about it for too long. And yet, I don't want to stop thinking about it.

Love is personal again.

I don't walk around thinking "oh, God loves the world." Although it is true that God's love extends to each and every person, it's so vital to have it on a personal level. "He loves me" echoes through my mind.

I love the feeling of being loved. I don't care if you think that I'm so desperate to be loved that I force emotional highs involving a deity. I don't care if you think I'm out of my mind. Simply, I don't care what you think.

I think, no I know, Jesus loves me. And that's enough for me.

My Face-Tweeting Book Space.

What can you say in 140 characters or less? Anything important? Anything someone would feel inclined to 'follow' ('stalk' might be more accurate) you to learn? Would you text a tweet from the toilet to appease these, ahem, followers?

Twitter. 

My oh my, how social networking has changed. First, there was MySpace. I had a MySpace for about two weeks, got sick of it, and moved on. Lately it seems like a lot of other people have done the same thing, although evidently there still are some people who have a MySpace. Go figure. Now, most everyone has a Facebook. You can update your status, post pictures, poke your friends, write on walls, and tout the massive collection of friends that you have. It's oh so addicting, yet it is everything essential to existence.

Or is it? 

Apparently not, since someone thought there was a need for Twitter. And apparently there was a need, according to the amount of people who tweet almost daily. Ellen DeGeneres does. Oprah has a following on Twitter. Ryan Seacrest updates his profile daily. I think even Barack Obama tweets. 

At first, I wasn't sure of the appeal to Twitter, since I thought the entire premise was typing constant status updates of 140 characters or less. Now, though, I am still unsure of the appeal, since the entire premise actually is typing constant status updates of 140 characters or less. 

What if I'm having a complicated day and I need 141 characters? Obviously, the internet and social networking sites are exactly what I need to get all the complicated tangles of my life straightened out. In those situations, however, I can rely on zero success from theraputic tweeting.

Oh Twitter. I got a Twitter today. I still think it's dumb. I will most likely think it's dumb for the rest of my life. I only got one so people couldn't attack my claim that it's dumb with the cliched "just give it a chance" argument. I already have two followers. Oh how popular I am. And I'm sure, since everyone cares about my impressive updates, more followers will come my way. 

If there is anything of any value that Twitter has to offer, I'm sure I'll discover it by the end of the summer. If I can find at least ten things that appear to have some point of maintaining a Twitter, then I might keep tweeting just for that. If I can't, Twitter is just as dumb as I think it is and it's ridiculous that it even exists. 

I'm probably right, though. I usually am.

Underdog Millionaire?

Well, I've done it. I've finally done it. 

For 120 minutes on the night of Memorial Day, I jumped on the Slumdog Millionaire bandwagon. 

I had wanted to see this movie when it first came out and everyone started talking about how good it was. I don't like to go see movies at the theaters, though. I hate spending almost ten dollars to get in, and I'm always very cold throughout the movie's entire duration. Mostly, though, I hate spending money. 

Anyway, I waited to see it until my mom sent me to the Redbox, telling me to get her a movie. It's only one dollar that way, AND she gave me her credit card. It's really a no-brainer. 

I see why it won Best Picture. 

I'm not going to go through the entire story, because I'm pretty sure everyone is relatively aware of the general plot. I've heard it called a classic underdog story. Aside from the canine references, however, I found it to be vastly different from that category. Sure, in the end, he wins and gets the girl. But to get there, it took a lot more than is usually shown in "underdog" films. 

Maybe I'm a sucker for flashbacks, but I absolutely loved the way this film related the hero's entire life to his current situation. I like when there are common, recurring elements weaved throughout a story. When a movie makes you think, instead of allowing you to mentally check out for a few hours, it proves that it has  sustenance to it.  

Slumdog was intentionally gruesome. The way it portrayed life in India's slums was shocking and disturbing. But, that was the point of it. That's also why it's so effective. It's not disturbing for shock value; there's a point to it, I guess. 

The acting was so intense. I hate it when a script has potential and then the actors just butcher it. The acting in this film was fairly close to flawless. It was never over the top. It was never under-played. The child roles were especially impressive. The acting made you feel like the characters were real. 

My biggest problem with this film, though, was its soundtrack. I know it won an Oscar for its score, but it ruined itself for me when I heard M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes." I. Hate. That. Song. In fact, I hate it so much that I just ignored the generally accepted rules of English grammar and put a period after each word of that former sentence for emphasis. Actually, though, if you took that song out of the mix, the rest of the contributions by M.I.A. aren't all that terrible. 

I also had a problem with the full scale dance number during the credits. Yes, there was an intense dance number. And yes, I asked the same question when it came on. It felt out of place. I mean,  I guess there's something attractive about large dance numbers, but this isn't Hairspray, Footloose, or High School Musical.

Slumdog Musicalnaire. 

It doesn't have the same ring to it. 

Overall, though, this movie is pretty much awesome. I'm really upset I decided to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button in theaters over this one. You should see it, because I told you to. I liked it. And since I don't like a lot, that has to be worth something. 

AAAAACHHOOOOOO. Ugh.

I decided I wanted to make a blog post. That's really how most (if not all) of my blog posts come into being. I just randomly decide I want to make one and I just do it. What if children happened that way? Someone just decides they want one, and then boom, there one is. It's a good thing the making of children takes much more cooperation. ahem. 

For the purposes of this post, however, I think I want to ramble about sneezes. 

David has just sneezed roughly twenty times in a thirty second time frame. I believe that is a problem he should go get looked at. 

I hate sneezes. 

I hate having to sneeze when I'm talking to people. And that is always when I have to sneeze the most. When I'm all by myself, sneezes never take the time to come upon me. It is only when I'm in the middle of a sentence or a quiet room that they think I deserve to sneeze. I hate it when people sneeze on me. It's gross. In sophomore year of high school, I had a job watching about fifteen two year olds once a week. They always sneezed on me. Little kid sneezes are far from cute. They're gross. I think that experience scarred me for life, as well as giving me an anti-sneeze bias. 

I always feel bad for people with lots of allergies, who sneeze constantly. Being in a room with them and all their sneezes makes me very claustrophobic. I once knew a boy who sneezed ten times in a row without stopping. I couldn't stand it. 

Whoever invented sneezing anyway? It's really one of the odder functions of the human body. Couldn't we survive with coughs alone? Coughs don't bother me. You and I can cough all we want. Just please, no sneezing. 

The moment leading up to a sneeze is the worst. You know it's coming, and you're frightened. The anticipation leading up to the culminating moment of the actual, physical sneeze is one of the most stress-filled, phobia inducing anticipations one can experience. There is really very little you can do to stop it. Even if you do manage to stop it this time, it's only going to come back in a few hours at the most. And when it comes back, it's going to be bigger and more obnoxious than before. Oh the anticipation. If we could do without the anticipation, then thirty percent of the problem would be solved. The other seventy percent is the sneezes themselves. 

I guess there really isn't anyone I can blame for sneezes, though. I think that's what upsets me the most about them. It's somewhat of a comfort if you can get angry at something or someone in specific. Actually, it's very comforting to be able to do that. I haven't sneezed since last night, though, so hopefully I can go the entire day without sneezing. I'm going to beat the system on this one. I'll let you know how I do. 

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May I rant for a few moments?

Drive-thrus. While I am opposed to torture and inhumane treatment, I still think that the inventor of the drive-thru window should be hung upside down by his toenails and forced to listen to Taylor Swift and Amy Winehouse all day long. And then, we should give him a life sentence. 

As if it isn't bad enough that people are even eating the food that's most often served at drive-thru windows, now they're given the option to sit lazily in their cars while they purchase said nutritional atom bombs. I thought we were trying to fix the obesity epidemic in our society. How, exactly, is giving people another option to be lazy going to help?

Also, most people don't know how to act at drive-thru windows. No one knows anything about drive-thru etiquette, so drive-thrus are really just horrible experiences for most people involved. At least, definitely for the person manning them. In order to assist with this problem, I have come up some of the most annoying things people do at drive-thru windows (I have definitely been in a list mood lately. Odd.) :

• They talk on their phones. I'm sorry, but I can't see your phone, so I definitely have no idea that you're talking to your wife and asking her what she wants from the drive-thru. It's obnoxious and rude. Get all your asking done before you pull up to order. 
• They specify that the order is "to go." Okay, this isn't bad etiquette so much as it is people just being completely dumb. Most of the time it's actually kind of amusing. One of these days, I think I just might make someone's drive-thru order for here and then insist that they didn't specify. Dumb people can be funny. 
• They have noisy cars. Oh this is terrible, but it's especially terrible because people don't seem to notice that their cars are so noisy. Thus, when they pull up to the window, they tell you (very angrily) that your speaker sucks and you should get it fixed. I'm sorry. That is definitely my fault. I'll go out and rewire it immediately. TURN YOUR CAR OFF!
• They honk their horns because the line isn't moving fast enough. Really? If you were inside, would you honk your horn, or at least mimic a horn honking, due to the speed of the line? This is just downright rude. If you really don't like waiting, make food at home instead of going to a drive-thru.
• They drive away right after their order is filled. Evidently, the line was taking too long, so instead of honking their horn, they just up and leave. And of course they have to wait until there's only one car in front of them to make their departure. Really? Fail. That's probably the nicest thing I can think to say.
• The wait until they drive up to the window to place their order. This is probably the WORST thing you can do at a drive-thru window. If you do this, you might as well just come inside and stop being so lazy, because this absolutely defeats the entire purpose of a drive-thru. It throws the whole system off and you actually end up having to wait longer, as do all the people behind you. If you do this, your drive-thru privileges should be revoked.
  

This list is very incomplete. 

I hate drive-thrus, obviously. I hate going through them myself and I hate the way people act when they go through them. I think people just make them way more complicated than they have to be, which just stresses everyone out. In theory, I guess I understand the attraction, but the execution of drive-thrus is highly obnoxious. Sometimes, a very nice person will come through the drive-thru. Other times, a very nice AND attractive person will come through. Mostly, the meanest people go through the drive-thru. 

The best thing about drive-thrus is having two employees talking to the customers at once. Especially if they'll hear alternating between male and female voices. Sometimes the customers will confusedly question it. Other times, they're simply too, ahem, preoccupied to notice. 

Either way, do everyone involved a favor and boycott the drive-thru. Thank you. That felt good.

Rocks and stuff

The semester is almost over. While I should be practicing a speech, I decided to instead give another quick top ten list. As I was looking through my notes from my geology class, I came across the most important things said by the instructor thus far. At least, they were important enough for me to write down. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, or at the very least find it amusing.

The Geology Top Ten

10. "Now, this rock has excellent cleavage." [cue Jenny's laughter row two.]

9. "Believe it or not, you can kill someone with only a pencil."

8. "People just keep diddling with the environment!"

7. "Now, I'm sure you all are familiar with Wisconsin."

6."For those of you who are musically minded, da da dum doo dee da da."

5. "Just let the beavers do their thing."

4. "We're living on a giant Tums."

3. "Now what kind of rock is this? I'll give you a hint: IT AIN'T GRANITE!"

2. "Give yourselves a pat on the head for surviving the wet one."

And the number one quote from geology:

"Now, this has nothing to do with geology..."

And, that's basically how the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays of my spring semester have been spent. They're almost over. Peace.