Tornado warnings are in our area--one is on the ground a few miles away.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tornado warnings are in our area--one is on the ground a few miles away.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Oh boy, my cup is overflowing.
And by cup, I mean brain.
I have had so much on my mind the past few days.
I have been a
Ok, so I haven't actually done any of those yet (except for the papers)
Which is why I am stressed.
I know what I will be doing this weekend.
I started reading a book--Captivated. It is so good! It's about unveiling the mystery of a woman's soul. What it means to be a woman bearing the image of God. True to it's title, I am very captivated. I pray that my cup overflows His love and that I can truly learn what it means to be a woman of God.
Well, not guys. A guy. He constantly invades my mind whenever I need to get something done. Or focus. Or while I'm in class. Sometimes when I sleep. Why? I don't know. It's not like he is some amazing guy. I take that back. He is. To me. Not to everyone. This is the wishy-washy feelings I've had towards him for several months. None of it matters anyways.
Girl likes boy, boy forgets girl exists, boy has a girlfriend, girl sits in her dorm room & cries.
Told ya, LOTS on my mind.
Words of wisdom?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A few days ago in Bible class we were discussing music and why everyone loves music.
Some common reasons were:
- It sets a mood
- It can take you back to a place/period in time
- Entertainment purposes
- Worship purposes
- It's a common interest for most people
There were a lot more! For me, music is all of those things. Here are a few songs I've been listening to a lot!
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Beautiful, Beautiful (Dented Fender Sessions) - Francesa Battistelli
Stay - Michelle Featherstone
If I Die Young - The Band Perry
Divine Romance - Phil Wickman
It Don't Matter to the Sun - Rosie Thomas
I have a very eclectic taste in music. All of those songs are different genres!
I'm excited to know,
What are you listening to?
Monday, April 26, 2010
question struggle of mine lately is how to show Gods love and grace to others. I think this has been on my mind for one reason- my suitemate. It really is no lie that we don't get along. I was reading her latest blog entry last night and (I could be wrong) it seemed like she was talking about me. How she views me, anyways. Not how I see myself to be.
This is an exert:
"I know that God sees my good, and God sees when bad happens. To those who believe they do good, but clearly do bad... all that I really have to say, is that I may not see it at times, others may not see it at times, but there is always one who sees it no matter what."
She said various other things that all pointed to how I know she sees me.
It hurts me- to the point of tears. I don't know what to do. I passed her in the hallway a few days ago and said "Hey!" and she just looked at the floor and mumbled something. "Hi," maybe.
I tried to make conversation with her in the bathroom about her favorite song, told her "happy birthday" and several other things. I am trying to show love towards her, but it's so hard when you get no response. Is she not looking past the trivial drama (SpaghettiO's) like I am? I am able to laugh about it- hence the 'I Steal SpaghettiO's' blog post.
That's when this all came to me. As soon as I thought, "It's so hard when I get no response," I thought of God and his wonderful grace.
The freely given, unmerited favor and love of God.
She (suitemate) may be unresponsive, she may always think I'm fake, she may always have a hatred towards me, but I will love her anyways, because God loves me, even on days when I am
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday: There was a torrential downpour, my windshield wipers literally snapped in half and flew off my car, I almost died when I couldn't see the semi trailer beside me, but somehow landed safely in the grass on the side of the road. Oh, and this was all while going up-hill.
Paxton Lucas Ballard.
10 pounds, 7 ounces. No lie.
Sunday: Drinking lots of Diet Dr. Pepper and mentally preparing myself for the week of studying ahead. Finals soon.
p.s.s. what did you do this weekend?
Friday, April 23, 2010
a detailed description of my very first (and last!) piercing.
It was spontaneous.
Beth and I were eating quesadillas and salad when Shelby texted me.
I agreed to tag along but refused to have anything done. They squealed about getting their belly-buttons pierced, and off into the warm spring night we went.
Our destination: Primal Urge Tatooz (classy, yes?)
They practically skipped inside, eager to deflile their bodies (joke) and I followed suit. Once inside, it got interesting. I spotted the nose rings and drooled over the shiny diamond studs.
"Yes!" They exclaimed.
I signed a paper, showed some ID, and the three of us followed our piercer to a "back room." (Sketch, right?)
Beth and Shelby got their belly-buttons pierced. My turn -my nose- was last. I'm sure I did this purposefully, but that wasn't in the forefront of my mind. I was in fact thinking,
However, I'm a brave (legal adult) soul, so I hopped up on the table and let her disinfect my freckled nose. She then took a marker and made a little dot on my nose. I examined it in the mirror. "A little lower," I requested, to which she complied.
"Does it hurt?" I asked her. She gave me a smile. Of comfort or humor I'll never know, but I chose to believe comfort.
Who was I to disobey a woman holding a needle up to my face?
I am a really tough girl with a high pain tolerance. I knew I could do this without crying. When I said this in front of the piercer, she said that you can't not shed a tear when you get your nose pierced. I don't know specefics, but something about nerves was said.
So of course we had to get a picture of my tear. (And cute nose ring.)
It was, by far, the most defiant thing I have ever done in my entire life. Why did I do this?
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Christ's love was shown throughout the entire community today for
Bisons For Christ.
(Yes, I know the plural form of "bison" is bison. Talk to Harding University.)
Smalls groups of students split up and went to their job destinations. Some students were painting houses and some were helping with tornado disaster relief. There were yards to clean, mouths to feed, and Christ to reveal.
I went with a group of girls to cook casseroles for families in need. We made two different types and delivered them afterwards. The recipients were so surprised and touched, and I hope that through us they can see the love of Christ.
Ephesians 4:12 tells us "to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up..."
I truly hope the body of Christ was built up. I know that my own faith was encouraged by the works today. Sometimes I forget that I'm at this amazing Christian school and surrounded by people with giving and pure hearts.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
You are a distraction to me.
I stayed up very early this morning trying to make you look decent.
I could have been working on one (or both) of the papers I have due this week.
I could be doing that now.
I would quite enjoy to finish Auschwitz.
Yes, I need to clean.
I need to study.
I need to sleep.
I need to eat.
I need to pee. (Too much?)
However, here you are. Here we are.
Distracting me from all of these more important things.
Ok, so it's not actually you- it really is me. I have always been terrible at keeping priorities in order.
As hard as it is, I'm leaving you now.
No, definitely not for good.
I'm thinking that I will be back tomorrow.
Monday, April 19, 2010
My cousin Rachel (always known as "the pretty one") birthed
6 pounds, 11 ounces, 19 inches long.
She's a beauty with her
Sunday, April 18, 2010
"At this moment there are 6,502,867,120 people in the world; and sometimes, all you need is one."
-One Tree Hill
I won an award! My very first blog award.
I'm really excited about it, if you can't tell.
Thanks buoyant blogging ladies. I mucho enjoy your insightful thoughts!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Dear silky blue & black dress,
tonight I wore you to an Iota Chi formal function.
You accompanied me to The Starving Artist Cafe in a quaint North Little Rock area.
I'm sorry that I had to place a cloth napkin over you during dinner, but I couldn't risk getting the roasted chicken breast, mashed potatoes, or mixed fresh vegetables on you.
Thank you for a night out on the town silky blue & black dress.
PS. I didn't appreciate you blowing
up in the wind and revealing my upper thighs.
Friday, April 16, 2010
That was proven to me in college.
I have met (and lived) with some interesting people.
My suitemate is a perfect example.
She has given me some good laughs this semester.
Did you know these are a precious and rare good?
She went home one weekend, and when she returned, I guess she had a hankering for SpaghettiOs.
I was sitting in my room, minding my own business, when she came through my door.
"Hey Autumn, did you eat my SpaghettiOs?"
"No girl, I have my own, how come?"
"Because they were there when I left this weekend and now they are gone."
"Oh, well I didn't eat them."
"Are you sure? If you did I won't be mad."
"I really didn't eat them."
I was using my towel to dry off in the shower.
In the process I accidentally knocked over some of our shampoo bottles. (We have like 1,000.)
I picked them back up and placed them randomly on the shelf in the shower.
Obviously they weren't in their original places.
My suitemate was next "in line" for the shower.
I stepped out, she stepped in.
"Hey Autumn, why is my shampoo in a different spot?"
"Oh, because I accidentally knocked some bottles over with my towel so I just put them back up there."
"Did you use it? I won't be mad..."
"No, I used mine."
The incident of the hole punch. In my opinion, this is the craziest to date.
I was sitting on my bed doing homework a few weeks ago when said suitemate waltzes into my room.
"Hey Autumn, remember when you used my green hole punch?"
She scans my desk and shelf, looking for her ridiculous green hole punch.
"You used it one night and never gave it back."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did. I just want it back."
"I really didn't use it. I haven't needed a hole punch all semester."
5 minutes later:
"Are you sure you don't have it? Can you look?"
"I don't have it!! I'll look, but I don't have it!"
SpaghettiOs. Yeah you're thinking, "she already wrote about SpaghettiOs."
Why, yes I did. Yes I did.
Beth and I were working out (30 Day Shred!) and using SpaghettiOs as weights.
"Are those my SpaghettiOs?"
I looked at Beth. Really? REALLY?
"Nope, they are mine."
To add to her craziness, I find out from a source that she hid SpaghettiOs in a plastic bag underneath her desk and then claimed they were "gone" when she returned. NO THEY WEREN'T!
I like to call this Exhibit, "Immature Trash."
The suitmate has an annoying habit of taking a full trashbag out of the can and putting it on the floor beside the can. You're thinking, "Ew, why?"
One day Beth and I came back from chapel and our entire suite smelled like a dead body. After gagging, we figured out that it was her trash. Naturally, we put the bag in the hall so she would see it and take it downstairs.
There it sat, right by her door, for 2 days.
Finally I wrote her a note that read (and I quote)
"Suitemate, can you please take your trash downstairs? We put it in the hall because it smelled really bad. Thanks girl! -Autumn & Beth
She didn't come back to the room that night, and the next day we noticed a note on our RA's door that read,
"RA, I signed out for the night. Just couldn't be in the room."
I think my point is proven.
Suitemate, if you ever read this, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN ANY OF YOUR STUFF!
P.S. I'm not "talking bad about you." This is all factual information.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The first patient I saw was a little bald baby boy, around 9 months old. He had/has Ewing's Sarcoma. The nurse I was following informed me that he would look pretty sick because he had just gotten a bone marrow transplant 3 days before, and they get really sick 3-5 days afterward.
I would say yes, until eventually she asked me,
And even though it will be a tough job with a lot of terrible days, I know I can do it for my two little heroes--Sophie Quayle & Ethan Powell. I started reading Ethan's blog when he was first diagnosed with cancer. I read it every single day, praying in earnest, dreaming of this 8-week old baby's recovery. I remember the day I read that he died. I cried & cried. I felt like I knew this baby and his family.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I even, embarrassingly, have an album on my computer entitled "Future Home," where you will find pictures of how I plan to decorate said "Future Home." Is that weird? I think it is. I mean, I'm a freshman in college. I'm a dreamer?
I'm insanely envious of bloggers I follow that have homes and children. I can't help it--I've always wanted to have a big family and keep a house. That so-called motherly "gene" was passed down to me, that much I know!
My dear suitemate calls me her "mom away from home." Probably because I bake, clean, and hand out advice wrapped in sarcastic comments & witty remarks.
You're a saint if your still reading this mumble-jumble, so I will get to the point for your sanity. I refuse to think about this stuff in my free time. I'm in college & I LOVE it. I'm having the time of my life, meeting wonderful people and growing in my faith. Cliche, but I have learned a lot about myself. So please don't read this and think I am depressed and waiting to get married so my "real life" can start. Not at all.
I just want to live in the "now," and when "that part" of my life happens, you will know. Believe you me.
Anyways, just random musings from my mind today.
Monday, April 12, 2010
It's come to my attention (in chapel) that I have a universal excuse for everything I do.
"Why do you have marshmallows on your pizza?"
"Why did you stay up until 3 when you have to be up at 8?"
"Why do you bake cookies in a toaster oven?"
"Is there a reason you're getting your nose pierced?"
You see, under this "excuse," any dumb thing is completely warranted.
"Why did you go skydiving?"
"Um, how come you have a lizard in that drawer?"
And the funny thing is, this excuse is legit. When you tell people, they simply nod and instantly understand.
"Hey girl, why are you using pencils as chopsticks?"
Everything else is up for debate.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I woke up to beautiful, sunny 70 degree weather.
The air smells fresh & good, birds are chirping, and everything is
so vibrantly green.
Me and her are both trying to shed a little weight for the summer. We are really good at keeping each other in check. Our healthy lunch consisted of whole-wheat PB&J's, salad, yogurt mixed with fruit, & baked chips on my part. I have to have something crunchy with a sandwich.
We were both feeling guilty after last nights dinner at TGI Friday's. After finishing up some school work last night, we headed to Little Rock to get Shelby's IX formal dress. We had a late dinner (1o p.m.!) at TGI. Parmesan crusted chicken & peanut butter pie. Oh boy, it was good! But it's going to make my workout rough today, plus I found 2 pounds I had lost. Bleh, too many "free days" this weekend!
The small town of Searcy has gotten a FroYo Factory!
It's SO good! After our picnic, Beth and I went to Walmart to get some cleaning supplies.
The warm weather left us with a craving for some FroYo, so we went & loaded up on strawberry fat-free froyo with added fresh fruit (strawberries, kiwi, raspberries) & granola!
Yum, it was so good. FroYo Factory is a big hit among HU students for sure!
Now I'm off to clean and then do some studying. I may not be a big blogger this week. 3 tests (our last tests until finals!) and a research paper due that is 35% of my Comp. 2 grade.
Oh who am I kidding? I always find time to blog!
I don't work a lot anymore because I'm away at school, but when I randomly need money I'll drive home for the night.
I was taking out a rather large order.
"I am so sorry that I dropped your blast! I'll go make a new one right now!"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Let's just say that I definitely made use of my quesadilla maker yesterday.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I hope everyone has a blessed Easter & remembers that today is the day our faith in Jesus was proven. He rose from death, as we will one day, and went to Heaven to spend eternity.
Friday was our second day of Spring Sing.
It was also the day that my amazing besties (in no particular order!)
Emma (+ Kyle)
I was very, very excited. After the show (which they loved) we went to Ihop where we ate cold food and talked for hours.
It was a good day for Spring Sing!
Saturday we had 2 shows. One was at 2 and the final show was at 7. The show at 2 was a fiasco. See, we have a CD of us playing in the background (we still sing, though) that keeps us on beat. Tech didn't have it turned up enough, so we couldn't hear ourselves or the beat. Needless to say we got off beat for a few seconds. But like true rockers, we fixed ourselves pronto.
My family ventured to Searcy for the 7 p.m. show. My sister, my parents, my aunt Mel and her family, and my aunt Sara. We ate at Casa Brava, I showed them campus, & then it was time for me to get ready.
They of course loved the show!
& guess what....
Spring Sing was such a blessing in my life. I met so many amazing people and came to love Harding even more. I actually very sad that it's over.
Always next year, right?