Final battle with basement cat.

We’re very selfish people who receive a gift we can’t handle. We do the most unloving things we could have ever possibly done. We only worry about what we want, what we need, and we don't think. Yes, we know, it could’ve been a lot worse. And we bring it upon ourselves. It’s human nature.
It's our own fault that we're completely addicted to everything we do. I wish we could say the same about our God, say that we want him by our side every waking moment of our lives. I myself must’ve been lying in church when I was the only one defending the position that it is easier to love God than man. I said that God is always with us, and it’s easier to have reminders of his everlasting love through all creation and through the Bible. But now I see otherwise. It is easier to want those things which fulfill our selfish needs. God never grants our selfish requests, and that is why we try finding fulfillment elsewhere. And that is the farthest from what true love is. Shouldn’t I know better than that?
No, I'm sure we all feel like hypocrites some days. As much as we want what we want we have to make a few sacrifices. We get a gift I can’t handle, so we have to be extra careful to keep it on the shelf until the right time. Which most likely isn’t for another 6 years, right? Everyone’s lives will be a lot more fulfilling if we all learn to live by the benefits that come from that sort of sacrifice.
I'll try falling asleep now without feeling horrible for being so stupid. I know better than that! But at the same time not accepting God’s grace is like saying that it’s not perfect enough to cover every little aspect of our lives. I know people have already died without you because of my selfishness. I’ll try harder in the future. After all, I’ve gotten this far with your help, how can I doubt your perfect guidance?

--E.A.

Oh yes, and procrastinating.

What I'm doing right now:

-Writing a commencement essay (a poem, actually) good enough to make everyone cry. If they don't cry I'll use tear gas in the whole auditorium tomorrow at speaker tryouts.

-Eating dry Ramen because I'm so stressed out that I need something to munch on.

-Not to worry!--with the Ramen I'm drinking cold milk with sugar and vanilla extract.

-Laughing at the fact that there were only 4 seniors in our all-senior Government class yesterday.

-Remembering prom and planning to organize a CF-BOPM-RRWHM-SECRHMF: campaign for the betterment of prom music and replacing rap with heavy metal so everyone can really have more fun. (And we'll have a IYDLIL policy: if you don't like it, leave.)

-Wondering which prom picture to put up (I have a few good ones, but the best pictures I have are, of course, of my insanely handsome date.)

-Losing the game.

-Wondering why it must be that humans are doomed to spend 1/3 of their earthly life sleeping. I don't have enough time for anything these days!

That's all.
--E.A.

Don't forget what tomorrow is!

Senior skip day tomorrow! (I'm going...wait, or am I? Am I "going" to school or to senior skip day? Hmm...)

I hope I won't see any easter bunnies at prom.

Prom is tomorrow. Luckily everything is in order. I just hope that by "suit" my boyfriend meant an actual suit, and not a costume. :) Can't wait for tomorrow.

--E.A.

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It's odd, I haven't had anything to say about anything since late March. Usually I'm not this untalkative, but I know there's a problem when even my personal blog (not this one) is lacking words. Seriously, normally I average a page or two a day in personal writing, and recently, since late March, it's a paragraph on average. I'm not quite sure what is happening. I have two theories:
1) I don't have time
2) I've lost interest in writing
And the second one is theoretically impossible because writing is a calling of a sort for me. And I do have time, I just choose to not use it for writing for reasons unknown to me.
So then what's the problem? I can't figure it out.
Yes, I know it's Hannah Montana. It's a good song, though.
The struggles in our lives are tests of faithfulness.

--E.A.

Wolf in sheep's clothing. Or pigs in tiger's...

This cracked me up today:

In a zoo in California , a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth. The mother tiger, after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve. After checking with many other zoos across the country, the sad news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only 'orphans' that could be found quickly were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin (elena says: HOW.) and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops? Take a look...

I think I'm just fascinated by the pigs in little tiger costumes. Tiger wannabes. HAHA.

My question is: if she only had triplets, why did they give her two extra pigs??

--E.A.

Newfound obsession: VELOCIRAPTORS.

I mean, it just makes sense, right? That I would suddenly fall head-over-heels in love with a V. mongoliensis. But it's true. I've been looking for something to collect for a while now, and I think I finally found it: I'd like to collect velociraptors.
Before I launch into a complicated discussion of how there seriously are velociraptors at our school, here are some fascinating resources for everyone to check out:

1. VELOCIRAPTOR LOVE TSHIRT
2. XKCD TSHIRT (xkcd actually started the whole velociraptor thing (they're so random, I love it) but I'll mention that a bit later again)
3. VELOCIRAPTOR FINGER PUPPET (now everyone's gotta have this!
4. VELOCIRAPTOR MUSIC <---you guys this is just weird. Apparently this guy named "DJ Purple Rabbit" has a CD out with a song on it called "Velociraptor", and the creepy part is that it was released on my 18th birthday!!! Freaky!!!!!!! That's a sign, it's official.
5. "Dinosaur Face-Off: Velociraptor vs. Ankylosaur" The title of this just absolutely fascinated me. As did the price, ahem ($90! WHA?!!)
6. VELOCIRAPTOR EARRINGS! Somebody should totally get me that for graduation.


So now I'm just really looking forward to ordering some plastic dinosaurs off the internet. Seriously, who does that though? Well...me, apparently.



HOW TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM A VELOCIRAPTOR ATTACK:
1) Windows are possible entry points. Avoid standing too close to windows.
2) Playhouses are NOT safe from Velociraptors. Do not try to hide from them here!
3) Install round doorknobs. Velociraptors do not have thumbs, therefore making it harder for them to operate said doorknobs.
4) Doors in your house should be either oak or steel.
5) Keep a loaded rifle in your bedroom and have a tire iron handy in every room. You never know when you might need it!


And this is how this all got started (Thanks XKCD): The picture is small, just click on it GOSH.

--E.A.

TOMORROW IS VELOCIRAPTOR AWARENESS DAY! SERIOUSLY! SPREAD THE WORD!

What's in my head right now.

"If we're going to say glory to God it doesn't mean just glory to God when I'm in front of people or glory to God when people are watching. It means glory to God with every word and every thought and every motive, every meditation. .. It's as if we're saying in every part of my life, in every corner, in every shadow of my life, glory to God, with every relationship, glory to God, with every motive, glory to God, with every word and thought, glory to God."
--Steve Fee

By My Side.

Ever since I saw "Godspell" (twice, mind you) I have been stuck on this song. It is so powerful. There is nothing more comforting than knowing that Christ has risen and is always by my side.

Above all, HAPPY EASTER! He is risen indeed.

(If you haven't seen Godspell, watch it. Be aware of controversies, but also be open-minded, people, please. God gave you a brain, so please use it to make your own judgements.)


--E.A.

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