Stream of consciousness writing

January 31, 2007 at 9:35 pm (Day to Day)

I am going to talk about Satan. Yes, that guy with the pitchfork (insert a picture of a farmer). No sillies, that’s not him. Having never met the man personally, I do not know what to expect when we meet each other for my dinner party. The other guests are none too pleased with my decision to invite the former Morning Star. I myself had not known of his inclusion on the guest list until my majordomo, Rob, informed me that he sent him an invitation. The boy received lashes for his dissidents. Being the good host that I am, it would be unfavorable and highly inappropriate to have his RSVP cancelled. I have had the displeasure of meeting his majordomo, a small reflection with a crack right through the Middle. Only on one side of the crack is his majordomo, however. He is a shred, lecherous little boy of about 253 pounds of miserable happy. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.

The party is about to start.

After waiting half an hour for just one guest on my list to arrive, I am growing impatient with frustration and lacking in elation. This requires investigation of the situation for the lack of communication between the guests and I. Was there a misinterpretation? I called the person that would make me most jubilant to see, Cainen Briggs. Why is he not here? He is probably inebriated on Pride again, passed out in the choir loft at church. But ho, the eyes have it! Where are the I’s? There it is. Satan. Wearing a pretty dress. Where have you come from? From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking up and down on it. He told me he killed the rest of my dinner party and I can see them at the funeral home Sunday morning at 11:00-12:15. I didn’t know my church was turned into a funeral parlor. No matter, there is food to be served to my guest. Murder is never an excuse for being tardy, no matter who you are or what royal family you descend from. I had to scold him for his delay, giving him lashes. The mood is lightening up as the evening progresses. The atmosphere is satisfying and musical with laments. Satan is a musician, playing instruments handcrafted by Jubal himself. He entertained me by playing the Lenten Psalm, my favourite! He explains the Psalm to me. Behold I was brought forth in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me. I was not conceived by woman and am therefore lacking in sin! At first I thought he was just playing devil’s advocate, evoking my argumentative nature. Cogitation is starting to set in with tears tickling my cheek. I kiss him on the forehead and thank him for his theological insight. Why did you fall? To show you the knowledge of good and evil. I sacrificed myself on your behalf, knowing you would be a slave to your own ignorant nature. Are you happy? Of course, this food satiated my hunger, the wine makes me glad, and I am merry.

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Psalm 5

January 31, 2007 at 5:56 pm (Day to Day)

7But I, through the abundance of your steadfast love,
will enter your house.
I will bow down toward your holy temple
in the fear of you.
8Lead me, O LORD, in your righteousness
because of my enemies;
make your way straight before me.

9For there is no truth in their mouth;
their inmost self is destruction;
their throat is an open grave;
they flatter with their tongue.
10Make them bear their guilt, O God;
let them fall by their own counsels;
because of the abundance of their transgressions cast them out,
for they have rebelled against you.

11But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may exult in you.
12For you bless the righteous, O LORD;
you cover him with favor as with a shield.

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January 29, 2007 at 9:47 pm (Day to Day)

Yesterday was so long but in the best of ways. Here are the highlights of the day:

As promised, there was a ten mile jog around the neighborhood. Stephanie and I had lunch together at Heavenly Buns beforehand. She watched me eat a turkey combo as well as watching the Disney Channel on the television behind me. My ability to eat would have been much more entertaining than The Suite Life of Zack and Cody I imagined. I was oh-so wrong, however, or at least to Stephanie. As for the actual jog, I brought water to keep me company for the dry, thirsty times and The Police to keep the bad music from invading my IPod.  True story—somebody thought it would be a great idea to drive past me and vandalize God’s green earth by throwing a styrofoam cup of water at it. Fortunately for the earth, my right shoulder happened to be in the way and soften the blow to the ground. That makes me a hero, like the guy who jumps on the grenade to save his comrades. So anyways, somebody decide to throw a styrofoam cup at me. It was the first violent, running-related incident I was involved in. It didn’t really bother me but for a minute. It was very rude and impolite, though. Young kids, with their rock n’roll 8-track music…

I went to the college rendition of life group with people from H20. It was fantastic, partially because I got a big man hug from Beach that made my heart smile as well as my face. We caught up on things before the group started. I ate beforehand and was sad that there was no room in my belly for tacos and brownies. Jell-O, that’s another matter however. Bill Cosby said there’s always room for Jell-O. The glutton from s7ven believed that and look what happened to him! Beach got a fancy-pants new phone that probably cost more than my life. I couldn’t even satisfy his simple request to put my number into it because it was so complex. We played a get-to-know-each-other game that consisted of the telling of names, hometown and embarrassing or funny story of either us or somebody we knew. I chose myself since everything embarrassing or funny happens to me. I regaled and mesmerized everybody with the story of how I got hit by a car while peddling on my bicycle. Everybody got a kick out of it. Beach started laughing after the first sentence since he knew exactly where I was going with it. The actual life group went pretty well but assumed people listened to the sermon earlier in the morning. Having not attended H20, this was a problem for me. Just by listening I was brought up to speed very quickly, however, making it almost a non-issue. There are some heavy expectations with the group but it will be rewarding.

My day was much longer than two paragraphs, but I’ll leave the rest to the imagination, unlike the very skimpy outfit I currently have on! 😉

Raise your hand if you have a test this week. *raises hand!*

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And I would walk 500 miles

January 28, 2007 at 1:47 am (Day to Day)

The Proclaimers is a really fun band. I Would Walk 500 Miles is super duper.

I am going to fit into size 26 jeans after my butt gets chewed on tomorrow. The elder retreat was held this morning at FPC. There were emails, phone calls, reminders—everything in the world to let people know. I even put it on my dry erase board. This was not enough to help me remember, and I skipped out on a very important church function due a failure of the brain. Maybe they’ll all just say, “Oh Rob!” Highly unlikely, however.

Today consisted of some runnin’, some eatin’, and some…friendsin’? I ran 5.3 miles this morning around the neighborhood. It was such a good run and the weather was perfect. I ran in a hoodie, gloves, toboggan, and shorts. It was thirty five degrees, yes, but running kept the blood circulating and my legs quite warm. The temperature was never a problem for what amounted to be the perfect run (not to be confused with the Perfect Cheer). My time was excellent as was my form and breathing. One of the pleasures of running is that it has such a simple, nostalgic feel to it. It is absolutely free to do, and it is my time. My cell phone is there only in case of an emergency (read: kidnapping, rape, Kevin Federline), and there is nothing else to do but think. Tomorrow will be the longest run of my training so far, ten miles. I have run it many times before, with the previous being just before Christmas. It should be cake.

After running, eating ensued and then water in the form of a shower. Stephanie called me to hang out while she was on the job at Briles. It was a fun time with Jacob showing up to add to the hilarity. Stephanie and Ben have been running this past week and invited me to do so. I wasn’t exhausted from earlier and since it was only one mile, I agreed. We went to the park and ran around once. It was nice to run with people, as it has been many months since I played running with other kids. We took it fairly slow and enjoyed the quiet of the dusk. Ben and I went to Applebee’s and had hamburgers and digested a pretty good conversation. I went home and spent the remainder of the evening with Hannah. We went to the coffee shop, probably annoying the worker as well as the other customers in our vicinity, and then to moseyed to her apartment.  At one point there was quite a large gathering of people there. She went to South Eastern the past two days to visit a friend and had a lovely time apparently. We caught up on the weekend and discussed things and had a generally pleasant time together.  

It is nearly one in the morning, and I have church tomorrow. However, instead of doing the responsible thing and sleeping, I am staying up to watch Luther. How nerdy is that? If I was spending the night doing heroine or involved in some other wild behavior it would be more acceptable. Alas, I am watching a dorky movie about Martin Luther and his reformation. It’s an amazing movie, by the way.

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Back from the dead

January 26, 2007 at 4:55 pm (Day to Day)

Here’s to blogging again.

School is not going to be cake this semester. It is going to be extremely time consuming, and it is going to be tough. I went against my lazy instincts and bought the books for my classes this semester (plus one actually…) and have done an adequate job of staying ahead of the reading assignments. On top of this, there is my experiment that is finally able to be performed this semester. Good news there, especially since it is being done for three hours credit.

I reread <i>A Stranger in a Strange Land</i> this past week. Read it, and if you do not like it…your head will be on a poll right next to Johnny Cash and Matt Damon’s for your lack of taste (Johnny for his bad taste in music, and Matt for his bad taste in…life).

There will be much gathering tonight, as well as much ado about nothing, at Jeff’s with Nathan “Xavier” Sweeny and Jeff “Scott Fitzgerald” Carpenter himself. I saw him the other day driving around for The Man, possibly Eugene Levy. We had a brief conversation that led to the verbal destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah . Or it might have been that sodomy led to gonorrhea. Anyways, there will be some Family Guy volume four just like the good ol’ days. There will also be no girls, just like that Good Ol’ Days. Girls would be unable to handle the amount of manliness present anyways and would likely get pregnant just from our presence—and something about presents. It is for their own protection. It’s the kind of protection you don’t get from condoms, only from abstinence or absence, but not from absinth since that would be highly unscrupulous.

So I miss some of my friends from back in the day. Not from so far back in the day that I could call it the days of yore, no; just back in the day like the summer. Summer girls come and summer girls go, says the wisdom of LFO, but Beach and Pip aren’t girls—they were good friends, resolute in friendship and supportive. The mindset I have so meticulously been led to believe is there are hard feelings. Maybe there are none. Disagreement is fine, but it would be nice to look past that. They might be incredulous of approaching me. That is understandable.

I went to OKC last night with Hannah to see <i>The Temptest</i>, held at Stage Center. She went for class credit. I have not read the play, but it was only so-so. The production value was not the best, though the acting was very good. It was highly underpublicized with less than fifty people showing up at the already-small theater. The acoustics weren’t very good, making it hard to hear at times when the actors’ backs were turned away from the audience. Hannah and I both fell asleep somewhere after intermission for a couple of minutes. It is not a play I would have seen had it just been me, but the trip was salvaged by Hannah’s company. I also met her dad and step-mom, and went to IHOP at Midnight thirty. The place was mobbed by high school students up past their bedtime. Heck, it was past my bedtime; I was exhausted on the drive home. Hannah slept while Jack (not Daniels. I hear that guy is a creep) Johnson kept me company.

Marathon training is going fantastically well right now. I have lost five pounds in the process, mostly water weight, and feel great. My miles are getting faster, and I am able to jog longer. Speed work tuckers me out in the good way. The feeling of giving it your all is rewarding even if your heart is about to explode. My 3:30 time goal is attainable but will also be challenging. There are a couple of online and offline resources helping  me out.

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