In which I am very tired . . .

So . . . I wish it was still basketball season. I miss basketball. And athletic math boy. He's so fun to watch. Speaking of basketball, I saw Fletcher all spiffed up today -- who knew he could be that good-looking?

It's so silly to say that I miss Athletic Math Boy. I just spent like 7 hours with him yesterday and roughly half of that time, he was sitting right next to me. Ok, so maybe it was only a third of the time. Or a quarter. I don't know -- but it was a very long time for him to not be running around and working off all the hotdogs he roasted over the fire while he was sitting there. It wasn't as many as Jason though -- Jason roasted at least one every hour.
~MJ
PS -- oh, and yeah. I'm really tired.

In which I quote Mr. S.

A few weeks ago, at our lo-o-o-ong Sunday rehearsal, Mr. S. was telling us about his visiting the new Super Wal-Mart. He was going through the checkout late at night. He was kinda tired, and when Mr. S. gets tired, he says really . . . interesting . . . things. Here is how the conversation with the cashier went:
Mr. S.: This is quite a place. Do you like working here?
Cashier: It's like . . . totally.
Mr. S.: You know, you really have a way with words . . .
Cashier: As if . . .

Mr. S. said that he was at a loss for words -- how DO you respond to something like that?? Lol
~MJ

In which I share an item from my Creative Writing Portfolio

This is an example of Microfiction -- a story that is between 10 and300 words that tells a complete story that is unpredictable, yet plausible. This actually happened to me, and it was . . . perfect. Enjoy!!!


Julie sat down at her office desk and began to sort through the mail. Her cell phone began to dance in her coat pocket. She peeked into herpocket just long enough to see who was calling.

"Oh no!" Julie thought to herself. Timmy never called at that time of day unless something was wrong. Visions of Timmy with a cast on hisarm leg flashed through her mind. Timmy in surgery. Timmy bruised and mangled after what he had expected to be a friendly wrestling match with their bigger, stronger military brother. Timmy in a hospital bed. Timmy . . . Timmy failing a test. Timmy having a junior high girlfriend issue and having no one else to turn to. Timmy . . . needing her. But she couldn't answer.

Julie hurried home after work and feverishly threw off her jacket and prepared to return Timmy's call. As she was about to dial, she noticed the new message on her answering machine. She set her cell phone down and pushed the "play" button. Timmy's voice greeted her.

"Sup dude? Call me and tell me what happened when you talked to. . .what's his name again? What did he say? Did he ask you out?"

In which we learn how backwards the world is

I find it very ironic how when I wanted to be friends with the people I don't hang out with anymore, they wouldn't have anything to do with me, and now that I'm through with them and I don't want to be around them, they won't leave me alone. Work with me people! I just want to live my life in peace. Please just leave me alone! Last night was the Worship Night with Cru and I went simply because I should because I'm on leadership and stuff. First Sarah arrived and I was like, "Oh please." Then Emily. "Good grief." Then Beth and Niko tried to sit by me and I thought to myself, "Beth, you really ought to dump Matthew before you get married next month so you don't have to go through a divorce when you decide that he's all wrong for you and you really should have married Niko in the first place." I got up and left.

I'm going to call someone and quit Cru leadership. Yay! I can hardly wait! It's gonna be so awesome to never go back again.

Only problem is that if I do that, I'll spend even more time alone in my room. I can't handle it . . .
~MK

In which I should not have read "To Room Nineteen"

Today was a profitable day. I wasn't tired last night at bedtime, so I cleaned my room up. I hadn't done that since . . . I don't know when. It was so messy and I was really depressed and unmotivated and I know it was because of my messy room. I put all the random stuff laying around away and then I went to bed. I got up at 11:00 this morning (ah, Saturdays . . . I was awake at 10:15 but didn't feel like getting up) and did the morning routine and then I had brunch. After that, I went to the computer lab and did some homework. Then I came back to my room and vacuumed and then sorted through papers and threw about a ream of paper away (professors must think paper grows on trees or something . . . ) and then I read two stories that I was supposed to have read for last week. (I didn't read them because my professor changed the syllabus and I THOUGHT I had done the right thing but I hadn't.) Then I went to supper and sat with my "friends" and not one person even spoke to me. (Nice friends I've got . . . ) I came back to my room and the four stories I had to read for next week. I fell asleep in the middle of the fourth one and woke up when Timmy called me. I promptly fell asleep again when he hung up and woke up a half hour later. I called my grandma because I hadn't talked to her in ages and then I finished story number 4.

And then "To Room Nineteen" (Doris Lessing) happened. This story was on the syllabus but my professor cut it. We're not going to talk about it in class, BUT, she has put stories that we didn't cover in class on quizzes (which I think is very unfair), so I had to read it just in case she decides to ask something about it on a quiz. I thought the story was really good at first. It was really sweet -- about a couple who got married and had 4 kids . . . the perfect family. The father worked, the mother stayed home with the kids. Then the kids were all in school and the mother went insane. The father had an affair. He thought the mother was having an affair too -- and he wanted her to but she wasn't and in the end, she killed herself. It was so depressing . . .

The story on top of my "friends" is too much. I am going crazy. I just want to cry. But I can't. Every so often, I get all teary and then I'm like, "NO! This is not worth crying over!"

There is a song that I absolutely love. I had heard this song on the radio a lot and it really spoke to me. When we were on our way to Florida, we listened to Casting Crowns and I was sad when we had some intense minutes and they turned the music down when this song was playing. I could have cried . . . But, I bought the CD when I was home for Easter, and I can hear the song any old time I feel like it now. I think I'm going to wear out track 4 . . .

Who am I?
(Casting Crowns)
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours

If not for this song, I would be crazier. I talked to Stephen and I said that Beth and Em and Nikki and Sarah are comparable to the Plastics on Mean Girls and that it is pathetic. He agreed. How sad is that? Beth is going to be his sister-in-law.
~MK