This one’s for you Ray Shug. Just ’cause you asked.

The title of this post is a shout out to Ray Sugarman. We were having a fairly deep conversation when a couple of chumps decided to ruin it by talking about the bowflex body…I wonder what the bowflex body constitutes…Hopefully its not a body that really isn’t a body but is really a tiger or something like that. That would be crazy.

I went to see my friend Mitch’s drum ensemble. He’s good at playing the drums. The other people were okay, but Mitch was probably the best one. Either that or I am biased. There was this one guy who played the marimbas pretty well, but it was dark in that room and I fell asleep for awhile. The theatre is fairly comfortable.

Aaron Bollinger (my SMC) and I had our one on one today. Somehow in these sorts of situations I find myself saying some pretty profound things. I don’t mean to though. Here’s the thing, I’m a verbal processor. To make that clearer it means that I think while I talk, so I really don’t have that great of things to say unless I am talking to other people. It also means that when I think of things by myself I really don’t get anywhere, that could be one of the reasons I don’t like to be alone. In any case, sometimes I talk to people and wise things come out of my mouth…sometimes they’re things I say. Other times they’re things other people have told me that are true. I guess it really doesn’t matter where I get what I say as long as it’s true right? I thought so too, I’m glad you agree.

I got kinda stressed out today. I’m not a detail oriented individual, and I had to think of a bunch of details at the same time regarding study abroad applications and the like. I am pumped to live in another country, but I am not pumped to have to fill out all sorts of applications to do so. JJ Kissinger agreed with me that applications aren’t fun. That made me feel a bit better, since I know he’s a guy who knows alot about which sorts of things are fun and which sorts of things are for suckas.

Do you ever wonder what you really want? I mean, in a girl? I guess I do. I think inside somewhere I’ve got this list of things that a potential girl ought to be able to fit before I’m interested…but really this list is only applied in a half-assed manner once I’m already interested. This one time things were working out great with a girl and she was basically everything I wanted on paper, but when it came down to it, there was just no chemistry. I didn’t have feelings for her. That moment really stuck with me. It really helped me to learn that I don’t really have the slightest idea of what I want in a girl. I know she should be smart, and not make me feel like a jackass (all the time), and I’d like her to be foxy. She should also love Jesus…That’s actually the first thing that matters, but since it’s hard to judge someone’s commitment to Christ without actually interacting with them I guess I’ll have to learn that one as I go. Think about the things I just said, that could be alot of girls. That could be 75% of girls at SPU. I don’t think those are really common traits outside of this school, but still right now I think I’m doing okay despite that. Seriously though, I wonder if it even matters what the specifics are. As long as she loves the Lord, why should it matter? Hmm…I think that she should have nice hair though, I like nice hair.

Sometimes I wish for more time. I’m realizing more and more that there are so many people I would love to be spending time with. So very many amazing people that I am blessed to be able to know even superficially. I thought about this today. I want so much more time with everyone I know, and I can’t do it. I cannot meet my desire for the company of the people I love being around. I have great residents and friends, but I can’t hang out with all of them all the time. I know that is obvious, but sometimes I just wish I had more time to see people. I really appreciate the time I have, but I wish there was  more.

I saw the first sign that Spring quarter is on the way today. I was talking to a friend (who will remain nameless) and the sun was shining behind her and I saw it through her blondish hair and I was taken aback for a moment by how beautiful she is…and then I knew…It’s almost springtime. I dunno what it is. I think in the Spring everything is better, except class…and miniskirts. Those are about the same. It’s better to be outside, it’s better to smile at people, it’s better to read, it’s just better. Maybe this means that I have seasonal affect disorder…I really don’t know about that.

I have some thoughts to end with. They’re not fantastically funny or spectacularly witty, but I think they’re fairly engaging. There’s all this jazz that’s been going around with the Knights Templar story of Jesus being secretly married to Mary Magdalene and that he never really died and all sorts of hoopla. This is my take on it. If these rumors are true then 11 out of the 12 apostles went to their deaths saying that a lie was true. I don’t know about you, but it’s a hard thing for me to consider dying for something that isn’t true. I especially feel that way if someone is going to crucify me, stab me, or light me on fire, or feed me to lions for something that isn’t true. Even if it was true, it’d be a hard thing to hold on to even until the point of death. I really doubt the disciples would have thought up a story and went to their bloody, horrific deaths saying that it was true. I think if they did this at that point one of them would have said “okay I made the whole thing up. Don’t stab me with that.” That’s where the story falls apart. I guess it’s possible though. Although I think anything is possible. It’s possible that there’s a penguin under my bed right now, but I sure as hell don’t believe that there’s a penguin under my bed. And you know what? I’m right. There is no penguin under my bed.