Monday, November 23, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Spider In My Shower.

I have a spider in my shower.

He has been living there for about two weeks now.

Way up in the corner.

Has hardly moved.

His name is Eugene.

He's still alive, but is not much of a socialite.

Thought I would introduce you to my spidey friend, Eugene.

Eugene, this is the world.

World, this is Eugene.

Here is my pointless blog.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Endeavors of Alex, Sarah, Hannah, Brian, Kelsey, Doc, and the Horse named GPS.

Yesterday 6 of us ventured to the farthest city possible for Alex and Sarah's 2 year anniversary.
We went to the zoo. Saw sea lions repeat the same pattern at least 20 times. A polar bear the size of my house, (okay so maybe I'm exaggerating a smidge) the lions, tigers, and bears, (oh my) even though the bears and tigers were absent, and basically every other animal in the kingdom.
Once we had concluded our zoo extravaganza we traveled all through portland for over an hour searching for the Old Country Buffet, which still remains to be found, and then we settled for a Greek restaurant who also sold fries.
Then we ventured off to Voodoo Donuts, amazing by the way, where I bought a bacon maple bar, which was absolutely impeccable. I don't think I'll be able to eat a plain maple bar again.
Afterwards we went to Powell's city of books, where we only stayed for about an hour which is about 7 seconds in powell time. Bookcases from floor to ceiling, everything from astrology, to first editions of the Hobbit, from C.S. Lewis, to every children's book imaginable. It was amazing. I could have spent the night there. Or the week there because of my infatuation with books.
Anway, that was our day, 7 hours in a car, Optimus Prime impersonations, Repetitive Sea Lions, Peeing Bats, Greek Food, Amazing donuts, one which was given to a homeless man, a GPS which was a "horse" and led us astray, and a bookstore the size of a village.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of Bryn Wells Birthday.

Happy Birthday Bryn Wells. I dearly hope it's a good one. :)

Monday, November 16, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Plethora of Anatomical Terms.

I am in anatomy class.

We're studying the skeletal system. aka. Bones.
It's a bit more complicated than "The thigh bone's connected to the knee bone and the knee bone's connected the the shin bone...." Things like the scapula, (shoulder blade) with parts such as the acromion, the coracoid process, and superspinous fossa. The humerus (or the funny bone..) with parts such as the medial and lateral epicondyles, the olecranon process, and the capitulum. It's overwhelming, yes, but dangerously intriguing. Entertaining as well when your partener takes the bones and trys to make a mask out of them, or use them as weapons....

Well there is my thought for the day.
Fare thee well Fellow bloggers.

Friday, November 13, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of "Disfunctional" Vital Organs.

My stomach is congested with butterflies ; my mind is on a continuous treadmill; my heart is distressed, and yet full circle with the Grace that encompasses it.

I am restless.

I don't know what to do.

I feel I have failed.

I have been "enjoying" the company of an untrustworthy companion named Anxiety.

"Don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body.What I'm trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God's giving. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don't be afraid of missing out. You're my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself." Luke 12:22,23, 29-32. [The Message]

I'm striving to whole-heartedly trust that God will help me push through.

A perfectly ineffectual, nonsensical, lugubrious, deplorable, inadequate excuse for a blog. It is a mockery to all that is blog-worthy. (This is where I let out a melancholy sigh of pacification as I say "Oh Well," and move on to another verse, another blog, another day.

Fare Thee Well my blogger friends.
Surely you shall soon see the termination of the Curious Cases of a Girl Called Gus.

A Girl Called Gus and the Curious Case of No Speech.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Curious Case of the Sandwich Extravaganza.

Today I was on facebook, like any other day, and I see "This is Why You're Fat" post a new food: "Bacon Cinnamon Rolls". This then prompted me to venture to their website and gaze upon the new ideas that people have generated. I crossed some crazy and weird sandwiche ideas. This inspired me to make a crazy sandwich of my own. I have no idea what it will be, but it shall be made. I am determined. It is likely that my determination shall fade away along side my sandwich creativity, but for now, it shall be done.
I am on a quest.
I am on, a Sandwich Extravaganza.


Danke Becki for the signature website.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of Basic Blogging Procedure.

At this moment in time, 9:55 pm to be exact, I have felt the obligation to write a blog entry. Why? might you ask. I do not have the answer to this question. On occasion, I enter something into this so-called blog which is of no importance to any other being that has walked the earth. This is the basic procedure. I think to myself "hmm, I have nothing else to do with my time, let's write a blog that no one will most likely read." Then I write. I write about what is in my mind, my heart, or simply what I'm doing. When I write I don't think about what I'm writing sometimes. I'll read it later and it's all new to me. I am at the expense of my fingertips which decide to prance across the keys. Then after this whirlwind of literary excellence (kidding), I press the large beacon the says "PUBLISH POST," and then it is done. I have entered one more meaningless piece of writing into the realm of reality. Oh what jubilation. Hoped you picked up on the sarcasm. So there it is. Das Ende.

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Curious Case of Being A Reject.

So I have come to the conclusion that in my daily life of attending school I am a reject. I am the one who carries her Bible around with her all day everyday. I am the one who people ask to do their homework for them on occasion, where I decline their offer. I am the one who is known simply because of my participation in soccer and leadership, but is seen as a "nerd" at the same time. I am the one soccer girl in the locker room sitting by herself listening to worship music, reading my bible when everyone else is laughing and joking around. I am the one who makes bacon cookies...

But to God I am no reject. I am seen as perfect and holy when I have been flawed and unholy. But I'll just keep living life as the outcast. Because there is a place where I am invited with open arms.

"For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that One has died for all, therefore all have died: and He died for all, that these who live might no longer live for themselves but for Him who for their sake died and was raised."
2 Corinthians 4:14-15

Thursday, October 29, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of Not Being Sure What to Say

The title basically explains itself.
Not sure what to say.
Was going to try to make this plain white nothing into something, but by filling the nothing with meaningless somethings I have, quite frankly, made it even more of a nothing. A double nothing.
So here is my nothing. I offer to whomever would fancy a read. You shall surely be disappointed, but maybe, just maybe, some poor soul would see it as a something rather than a double nothing.

Nothing x 2 = 2N

2N + readers = disappointment

2N + dr = a disdainful "Oh Well.."

2N + dr + adOW = a pointless blog and a mockery to all that is blog-worthy

a pointless blog = ???

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I Will Not Be Afraid

Okay well today I was just sitting on my bed studying for anatomy, and all of a sudden, I felt completely down. I felt horrible about myself, and something was telling me to purposely hurt a dear friend of mine. This is where I knew I was being oppressed. My first reaction was to grab my Bible and begin to frantically read aloud froma random page in it. The words I read were about God's mighty power and capabilities. At this moment, the song changed on my ipod from something I wasn't really listening to, to a vbs song called "I will not be afraid." The lyrics being:

I will not be afraid,
though trouble's out there,
night and day.

No I will not,
be swamped with fear.
Since God is always, always,

always, yeah I know He's always here.

I don't need to worry,
because my God takes care of me.
He gives me life,
He gives me breath,
yeah everything I need.

He's got all the power,

and His power sees me through.
He always does exactly

what He says He's going to do.

Yes this is a vacation bible school song, but it fit perfectly with the situation. It is amazing how quickly God reacted. He is so good. When I am oppressed He is helping me through. Shielding me from the worst. I am yours God.

Monday, October 26, 2009

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of Overwhelming Circumstances

Inbetween every branch of my life, may it be school, soccer, people, God, etc., I feel I am near drowning. I am busy so often.

I have so much disdain towards soccer now. I nearly quit today. I was literally inches away from telling my coach I am simply done. I am frustrated to tears. I don't know what to do. So much stuff going on. I don't know how to handle it.

[I apologize for the abundance of mundane independent clauses that this entry holds.]

I'm being attacked from all sides, but God will prevail. He will be here in the end. I've just been reading my Bible like crazy knowing that this will help me out.

I keep asking myself why I even bother with a blog. It is no ground-breaking URL. Simply a girl getting things off her chest. It will not change the world, which were obviously not my intentions from the beginning. It will probably not make anyone's day better, unless you delight in my own random ideas(not likely). I may have said this time and time again, but this blog is purely, pointless. In vain. To no avail. Soon enough the curious cases of Gus shall be gone. Farewell.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Beautiful King--->Danyew

Phil Danyew himself.

Beautiful King,
has anybody seen
Your glory unfold?
You walk up to me
with sparks in Your eyes,
You brighten my world.

And You'll always be my only One.
You're the only God I'll ever love because...

Every word that you say
wields the beauty of angels.
Every smile is arrayed with a
joy like wedding bells. It's my heart you hold.
Of your mystery I sing.
I will stand and behold
my Beautiful King.
Love of my soul,
with power untold,
who is like you?
Lamb that was slain,
my God, You reign
in victory and truth.

And I'll follow You all my days.
And I'll give to You every single thing.
I hand everything over...

Every word that You say
wields the beauty of angels.
Every smile is arrayed with a
joy like wedding bells.
It's my heart You hold.
Of your mystery i sing.
I will stand and behold
my Beautiful King.

And time flies by.
We're not standing alone.
Every word that You say,
Father, let it be known.
I fall so fast
without You by my side.
Let Your beauty be seen.

Let Your glory unfold
Let Your glory unfold
Let Your glory unfold
Let Your glory unfold

Every word that You say
wields the beauty of angels.
'Cause every smile is arrayed
with a joy like wedding bells.
It's my heart You hold.
Of Your mystery i sing.
I will stand and behold
my Beautiful King!!!

'Cause every word that you say
wields the beauty of angels.
'Cause every smile is arrayed
with a joy like wedding bells.
It's my heart You hold.
Of your mystery i sing.
I will stand and behold my Beautiful King.

Something about this song gets me. I keep listening to it. Good for a two-man-band. :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Saint Anthony-The Patron Saint of Bacon

So today I found out that the patron saint of bacon just so happens to be Anthony. I'm flabbergasted...

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Gripping to say the least..

Today was an interesting day.

Woke up at 1:30 in the morning and I was laying on the floor....

Made Pico de Gallo. Pretty darn good if I do say so myself.

Was blatantly shoved to the ground numerous times due to angry soccer players.

Met some of my third cousins for the very first time.

Nearly ate a spider which was hanging off my head, that then proceeded to fall onto my plate, where I nearly ate him. He then drowned in marinara sauce. Farewell my spidey friend.

Thus, ending the monumental endeavors from a girl "named" Gus.

Pointless if I do say so myself.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


I feel like I should write something.


Well I guess I'm done.

Where does the pointless end?

__ Am at the foot of the Cross.

I can't sleep.
I should have been in bed long ago.
I have to wake up in approximately 6 hours.
I can't deny the guilt I have in me.
I can't deny the happiness I have in me either.
I am at a fork between jubilance and pure hypocrisy.
I have begun every sentence with "I" so far.
It's about time I start thinking about someone else.
I feel so contaminated and smudged.
I feel this sudden self-disgust.
I feel like a hypocrite.
I should take out all of these I's and me's and just focus on God.
Take me out of the equation.

__ just need to focus on God.
__ need to find out where He is taking __.
__need to learn. Need to improve.
God keep improving __. Molding __.
__ am Yours.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Love Poured Over Me.

Things aren't perfect.
Things aren't coming easily.
But life is great.
I am surrounded by people who love me and that I love.
Every day; every breath, has been given to me by God.

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24

This is easier said than done. To simply rejoice because you are alive and have sin washed away by the blood of Jesus. To be jubilant for every breath you breath, in and out, every day. To simply be thankful to have been given life. To have been given renewal. I am no successor at this. But though I am in maitenance, though there are things in my life I need to change, to improve, I will strive to rejoice everyday. I am just another piece of work. Another project. Striving for perfection, and falling short every time.

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23

I have fallen short, but I will keep praying that one day that I may just be a bit closer.

The people in my life keep bringing smiles to my faces, and pouring love into my life, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. Love is being poured over me; an unworthy me. But yet it still rains.

So as I listen to the wind push and shove, cry from the outside. Begging to be let into my house. I know everything is going to be okay. Everything is great.

Love is poured over me.

May I be able to pour some back into the lives of all those I see.

A blog to no avail. [pointless]
Oh well. :)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Victory [Simply because it is stuck in my head at the moment]

Today was a good day.

Well tonight I ventured into the realm of Adulthood. I can't honestly express everything in words, but that I feel so blessed. So blessed to be surrounded by all of these people in the church that love me and care for me. That's all I really have to say at the moment.

My blog may or may not be pointless.
Probably the former.


Friday, October 9, 2009

Inhale, Exhale.

I'm growing so exasperated. I keep telling myself it will all be over soon. Soon I can rest. Soon I can exhale. When tomorrow is done, I'll be able to breathe again.

Oh, and my blog is pointless.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I Am a Pen

Right now I am writing. Given it is math homework which I have much disdain towards, but still, I am writing. I am using a red pen, which on the outside says "The Summit. 920 Roosevelt Ave. Enumclaw, WA, 98022. 360-825-7111." Black ink. As I use this pen, I keep looking at it, analyzing it. I see that there is a spot where it is cracked up the side. There are scratches, and places where the red has faded. Falling apart with every stroke of my hand it seems. Me having to readjust it as the hollow body continues to separate from the spine, or the soul of the pen. I look at this pen, and I see how I resemble it so much. I am but this petty person, the price of a pen if you will. I am falling apart. Spiritually, physically, and emotionally. I am cracked, and scratched up, just as this pen is. I have messed up, and God keeps readjusting me, just as I readjust this pen. With every step on this path with God I seem to be falling apart a little bit more. But yet, He is my glue. Just as one day I will have to glue this pen. I enjoy writing with this pen. It is nothing special to anyone else, but I almost love this pen in an odd way. Just as God loves me. I am nothing special. Worthy of no praise. But yet He loves me. God's love is neverending. Every time when I deny Him, he keeps fixing me, making me better than I was before. I am nothing but a pen. God is holding me, writing out the plan for my life as it has been planned since the beginning of time. All I can do is follow where His hand takes me. Letting Him change me as I fall apart. Just as the pen would.

P.S. My blog is yet again, pointless.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Seinfeld-The Show About Nothing

Seinfeld is just one of those great shows out there. Cracks me up with every episode of ridiculous dilemmas and hilarious comments from the cast. Quotes such as:

KRAMER: Yeah! Then after the ambulance left, I found the toe! So I put it in a Cracker Jack box, filled it with ice, and took off for the hospital.
GEORGE: You ran?
KRAMER: No, I jumped on the bus. I told the driver, "I got a toe here, buddy - step on it."
GEORGE: Holy cow!
KRAMER: Yeah, yeah, then all of a sudden, this guy pulls out a gun. Well, I knew any delay is gonna cost her her pinky toe, so I got out of the seat and I started walking towards him. He says, "Where do you think you're going, Cracker Jack?" I said, "Well, I got a little prize for ya, buddy - "pow! plow! keyah!- knocked him out cold!
GEORGE: How could you do that?!
KRAMER: Then everybody is screamin,' because the driver, he's passed out from all the commotion...the bus is out of control! So, I grab him by the collar, I take him out of the seat, I get behind the wheel and now I'm drivin' the bus.
GEORGE: You're Batman.
KRAMER: Yeah. Yeah, I am Batman. Then the mugger, he comes to, and he starts chokin' me! So I'm fightin' him off with one hand and I kept drivin' the bus with the other, y'know? Then I managed to open up the door, and I kicked him out the door with my foot, you know - at the next stop.
JERRY: You kept makin' all the stops?
KRAMER: Well, people kept ringin' the bell!

Just thought I'd share... ;)

P.S. My blog's pointless.

Monday, October 5, 2009


I sit here, without much to do simply because I am sick. I have done nothing today but watched sporadic episodes of the office, watch old movies, read, and sleep. Today I have managed to go the entire day without any major accomplishments other than making a glorious grilled cheese sandwich, and stay on facebook for over 10 hours, (this is ridiculous I know). Subsequently, today has made me see how much I truly have. How so many people all over the world continue to feel worse than I do, without food in their stomachs, and actual problems such as where their next meal is coming from, when I simply walk to the refridgerator, or how far they are going to have to walk to get water, when I simply walk to the faucet. When I think of all of the poverty, all of the worldwide hurt, I see my life as pretty darn good. I see my life as a favor to those hurting. To those who need help. I continue to yearn to serve. I want my life to simply be in servitude to others and God. I have nothing else to offer but my heart and my time. Might as well give it all. So as I look upon my current sickness, and although it may not be the grandest of times, I really don't have it that bad.

Still Down with a Sickness.

Still sick.
Still grand.
7 out of 9 symptoms of the swine flu.

P.S. My blog is still pointless.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Down with a Sickness

It's awfully grand to not be able to breath through your nose, cough every few seconds, and sneeze sporadically. I guess there are worse things that could happen.

P.S. My blog is pointless.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Oh What Shall I be?

I sit here and ponder, as I say to myself, "What shall I be for Halloween?" There are so many options.
-A Clone Trooper
-Patty Mayonaise
-Bonnet Woman
-Sully from Monster's Inc.

Who knows.

Any ideas?

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Absolutely Nothing At All.

I don't really know what to say. So here is my meaningless blog. Let me stop you here before you read anymore because it will surely end in disappointment. But really, stop reading. There is no surprise twist, no thrilling ending, just me typing away in vain. This sentence here now shouldn't be read by anyone. So, if you're still reading, I'd advise to stop. So please, stop. Really. I'm serious. This is full of nothingness. Just me typing. That's all. If you made it to the end of this, great job, you're are a rare sight. So here it is. Nothing. No meaning. All in vain, because I simply am at a loss of words.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

September Twenty-third.

Today was a good day.


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Oh so jubilant.

Things in my life are not perfect. They never have been and never will be. There are some things that I wish I could improve, or change, but preeminently, things are good. I have a roof over my head, food on the table. Things are good. Looking good. A bit of silver lining. Shipshape. Things are good. Delighted. Convivial. Pleasant. Things are good.

things are good.

I can't complain.

I'm glad.

things are good. :)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

I am who I am.

I am very stubborn.
To the point where I have been told I am basically climbing my own gurney and sending myself right to the hospital. Stubbornness runs through my veins I guess. It is something that is hard for me to control. Where I go to bed later than I should. Wake up earlier than anyone should. Rest less than any being should. Offer my time to people probably more than I should. But subsequently, I am the way I am. I have been created this way. With stubborness, competition, passion, and ridiculousness running through me. I am who I am.
I am very stubborn.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Soloist

I wish I played the violin, the cello, and the drums..

Ardently Seeking Renewal

I am in this sandwich of frustration, exhaustion, confusion, and appeasement. Now this sandwich seems more like a crepe or a burrito-but enough with the food references. I have been shown just how much I have, and how blessed I am, and I still fail to find the feeling of absolute contentedness. I can't help but watch the guilt rise in me as I see this happen. I have so much. I have a house. A car. Food. An education. Clothes on my back. Family and friends that lovingly surround me. A God that loves me. What else do I need? What am I so ardently searching for? It's as if I am waiting for these continual changes to take place in my life. These changes in myself that I wish I could make. I am not capable of molding myself. God has molded me. I am only the clay.
I have become this person exhausted literally all the time. Exhausted physically, mentally, and spiritually. I feel I just need to find the healing rest. The rest that is the antidote to my exhaustion and my restlessness. Subsquently I see that I already know the answer. God. He is my rest. My salvation. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28. I am weary and burdened, and I know that He is my rest. May I be completely filled in Him so that I can rest. So that I can be renewed again. Hitherto I have realized that this entry is basically ineffectual and nonsensical. I inquire what I need, what this search is all about, then I find that all I need is God. "I have such a short memory so You keep reminding me of You." As I keep falling down, forgetting, here I am being reminded of what I essentially need. Just a bit more faith and a lot more patience.