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.

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.

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.

Perspective.

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.

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.

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
-Bacon
-Pocahontas
-Patty Mayonaise
-Bonnet Woman
-Sully from Monster's Inc.

Who knows.

Any ideas?