Re:Accusations, Monday, January 14, 2008

I don't know why, but it does. If you save a draft, it will only post under that date, no matter how many days later you go back and post it. So, to facilitate easy reading...here you go.

Lady Anne

No Sermon? Why not?

I knew God was going to do something special and unique when the class before chapel was NT Lit and We covered exactly none of our material. Pastor C. Just got back from revival in P.N.G. and told us about his trip and the people and revival there. Then the entire rest of the class period was a time of prayer requests, answers to prayer, discussion and Sharing.

Wow, how unorthodox of a God do we serve! Plans are fine, but God's are better.

Lady Anne

Coffee + Chocolate + Peppermint = Death

Once upon a time, not too long ago, in a city, in a place...

me: I just tried that peppermint Starbucks thing
Chica: yeah? still hate it?
me: You should see the face I am making right now
Worst buck I ever spent
You can have it if you want
Chica: lol sorry
me: Eww
That should be a form of torture we use on spies
Chica: oh my
it isn't THAT bad!
me: oh yeah it is
Chica: i mean i don't think it is bad at all... i can understand someone not liking it though
but spies?? LOL
me: I think the experience permanently scared me
Chica: scared???
me: Scar-red.
Chica: oh scarred?
me: Like if I cut you you get a scar
Chica: lol yeah
me: Like Tony's eyebrow
Chica: why is it if u cut me
why not i cut you??
Me: Like the results of mankind in the universe
Chica: actually you wrote i cut you... so to me that means you ;)
me: Like if Theresa cuts Esther's throat, she won't live long enough to scar
Chica: well then that doesn't really apply to this convo
cuz we are talking scars
not death
ur so morbid
anyhow.... i hope ur coffee scar heals quickly
was it too hot?
me: No, cold
Chica: lol
me: Just as nasty as arsenic
Chica: oh and you've tasted arsenic?
me: Yea
Chica: you have tasted?
me: My brothers used to feed it to me to watch me twitch
Chica: oh plz
me: It was as painful as a paper cut on my windpipe
Chica: oh my
~
I am glad I crack myself up, at least. Other wise I would always be saying things and no one would laugh. At least I laugh.

LadyAnne

Messy Mentality

Arg! The intelligence level of most of the conversations around here is thoroughly aggravating. Within the space of two minutes I heard two discussions on 1) The time till discovery if you died in bed versus the shower, and 2) The advisability of addressing inanimate objects and whether or not they minded.
Now admittedly, I ain't the brightest, but I REALLY miss my family, and the deep, crazy, high level, quantum physics, theology, society, etc, etc, etc, debates we are always having. No arguing merely for argue sake, but rather hashing and rehashing ideas and conclusions until we are forced to come out of our preconceived, self confined world and let our mind grow enough to agree to disagree.

*Sigh

LadyAnne

Colors

My blue marker is dying
My orange crackers are almost all gone
And then I am going to eat my brown cookie
And drink some red juice
Then carry my black backpack to my white room
And lay on my blue bed
With my blue bunny
And get some green sleep
(green sleep?)
My white tooth hurts
And my brown covered head
I can take some more Red and White pills... they might help
But probably not

LadyAnne