Spill Your Dreams to Me and We Can Hide Away

"My church...is pretty bland at first glance. It is a cinder-block bunker situated across the street from a university and up the road from about a hundred other churches. It has the requisite plastic chairs, lame carpet, and bad coffee. In five years I've never had a good cup of coffee there. But I love it. I love the people. And I love the teaching-it's challenging and theologically significant. It's spiritual meat in a world of beer, milk, and philosophical cookies. It's a bubble that I am proud to be a part of, and I am being challenged there in ways that I never thought possible." -Ted Kluck

I love this quote. It resonates exactly with how I feel about my church(except I really enjoy beer, so not that part). The message was so good today, as it is most times. Sigh.

Unbeknownst to All Mankind

I have a completely irrational fear of throwing up in public places. For example, if I'm going to church, I try to not eat anything that has the possibility of making me sick. In class, I always think about possible exit strategies in case I feel the need to hurl chunks. Strange, yes. Irrational, yes. But it's there. It's not keeping me from doing anything, in fact, I just realized that I think about it probably more than most people do.

Moving on, there's a furry on campus. That's when I know that my college is diverse. There's only one, but he's a fox. I saw him running toward the bus, tail flopping.

Lindsey's addition to What Grinds My Gears.
You know what really grinds my gears? When adults today act like my generation has never heard of a cassette tape. They forgot that we had them too. I had a walkman for a long time before I raked(literally, raked leaves) up enough cash to by my first diskman. They ask, "Do you guys, well, you probably don't even remember, but do you guys remember something called a cassette tape?" YES. Yes I do.

High and Mighty

I want to have really strong arms. Strong enough to mix frosting better than I can now.