So the company I work for, Bazaarvoice, is in need of content analysts to moderate reviews for our clients. You can see some more info here and let me know if you’re interested. =) It’s a part time position, and seems pretty easy to do (although perhaps boring) and easily done by a college student.

Umm, I’m sure I’ve got other stuff to talk about, but I guess it’ll have to wait. =p

I went to lunch with a coworker and he was mentioning pranks he had done or had done to him in Jester. Once, he was taking a hot shower and his roommate dumped flour on him. It turned into dough and he had chunks stuck in his hair for days, haha. That’s a pretty good one. =)

“Rain, rain on my face
It hasn’t stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud

But if I can’t swim after forty days
And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up - when I’m falling
Lift me up - I’m weak and I’m dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - keep me from drowning again” - Jars of Clay

So when we were cleaning my old room out, we found a project Oriana had worked on about sharks. It was supposed to be an informative book I suppose, so I will leave you with a page from it:

Haha, we all started laughing when we saw that. The sunglasses were a nice touch. =)

“The evidence convicts the hollow man
After looking inside
To my dismay I find I’m just one of them
Cause I’m an already but not yet resurrected fallen man
Come break this limbo
And I know you know just who I’ve been
Come define me

Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world spins upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is you
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over” - Switchfoot

I think worship songs are pretty comforting when you feel a bit bummed. Being sick on a nice Saturday is kinda lame. I think weekends mean a lot more to the working crowd… anyways…

“Over the mountains and the sea,
Your river runs with love for me,
and I will open up my heart
and let the Healer set me free.
I’m happy to be in the truth,
and I will daily lift my hands:
for I will always sing of when
Your love came down.” - Delirious?

Posted these before. It’s a good reminder though.

“May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all of your desires be withered into nothingness
that you may experience the powerlessness and poverty of a child
and sing and dance in the love of
God the Father, the Son, and the Spirit.”
-Brennan Manning

I think I might try to leave early today… don’t feel very well. I was sweating a lot last night and woke up at one point feeling drenched. (I’m sure you wanted to hear that ;)). My stomach is a little sore too, but I’m not sure what caused that…

I used to play this game when I was a kid using the digits of today’s date (11/1/2006) and tried to make various equations out of it… like…

(1+1+1) * 2 = 6 + 0 + 0

It worked better when there weren’t so many zeros.

How do you figure out what God wants you to do? I often find myself wanting something and my desire for it clouds my prayers and judgments. I find it hard to listen through the wants to figure out what God wants rather than what I want. My prayers are said asking to know what He wants, but with the thought tugging at the back of my head begging for it to be what I want as well. Am I boxing God into what I want and not listening to what He wants?

These are all rhetorical questions, really, I don’t expect answers from you all. =)

There are some people in the world that realize they have a calling from God and they pursue it. In the past, people used to tell me I was lucky for knowing what I wanted to do (as far as general career direction, college degree, etc.). I find people who know what God wants them to be more “lucky.” Sometimes I don’t know if I’m living the life I want while sprinkling little acts here and there to appease God while I go about my merry way.

I used to think that when I prayed to ask for something, I was almost jinxing myself. I knew the prayer and what I was asking for was selfish and back in my head, I thought that God probably wouldn’t give it to me just because I was being selfish and asking for it. He needed to teach me a lesson that I didn’t need it and I needed to think about others rather than myself. I still end up being more self-centered in my prayers than I should be, probably.

I’m not really sure what all this rambling is getting at, just kinda throwing my thoughts out there I suppose. When it gets down to it, I think the core of the matter is that I need to get closer to God and listen more to figure out what He wants and have the courage and will to go through with it.

“Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it’s stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you’re the problem and you can’t feel
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won’t be alone
Take back now, my life you’re stealing

Yesterday was hell
But today I’m fine without you
Run away this time without you
And all I ever thought you’d be
That face is tearing holes in me again” - All-American Rejects

Having a public blog is problematic sometimes. Things happen that sometimes are a bit too touchy or weird to talk about publicly (or maybe it just makes too big of a deal out of something small by being so public?) so even if I have something to write about, I don’t because… yeah. Haha. Sometimes I make private blog entries, but that seems kinda scary sometimes. It’s like writing a private letter and hiding it under a rock in the playground… what if something happens and someone finds it? =p

Maybe that’s why people used to keep diaries (or for the more “manly,” journals)… of course, what if someone stole that?… Hmmm, maybe I should be like Bale in The Prestige and write everything with a cipher… ;)

Ebonics iz almost like uh cipher. I wonder how it iz going ta translate dis here sentence! don’t make me shank ya!

To San Antonio!

Yesterday, I got some memory foam for my bed and it makes it a lot more comfy. I think I need to air it out a bit though cause it smells like fresh styrofoam or something, haha. No more springs stabbing my back! It’s funny because I never used to mind my bed until Nancy sat on it once and mentioned how horrible it was. Then I realized. It was. =(

Haha… anyways, I think the memory foam has rectified that problem and now it is comfy… but still not as comfy as that couch downstairs…

I’ve been slacking on the blogging a bit. =)

So I have found out that once I’ve reached a consistent sleeping/eating schedule and that’s thrown off, my body feels all weird and out of wack. Kinda like I can’t tell when/if I’m hungry or tired or whatever anymore and I feel like I’m half-hungry/half-tired all the time, haha. Anyways, guess that’s why I should keep to my “schedule” I suppose. =p

This week I caught up on Heroes, Lost, and Battlestar Galactica, all of which have been highly enjoyable. Recommended. =) I also have not been running in an attempt to let my shin heal up, so we’ll see how that goes. I would like to run the Race for the Cure on the 5th…

I’ve posted these before… like two years ago, but whatever, it’s fun…

“Sometimes I wonder
If I’ll ever find her
The one that God’s chosen for me
And what if I find her,
But she doesn’t like me,
I guess that disproves destiny
But I should know better,
The sea is much wetter
With plenty of fishes to see
(For you and me)
And I know my Father
Has scoped out the water
And picked out a fishy for me” - Philmore