Move over Michael Angelo...

March is almost over.

Wasn't it literally just yesterday when we were saying goodbye to 2008 and all its victories and woes and saying Hello! to a new year? Now it's March. Near the end of March. In a few weeks, I'll be 20.

Time flies. Whether you're having fun, or paying close attention, time slips quietly under you and throws you backwards. I never thought I'd be in college. It was like a faraway dream, a fantasy world where I was an adult and I was making big time adult decisions. And now, here I am, paying taxes, shuffling classes, work, friends and family. My 2nd year of college is almost over, and I'm becoming annoyingly nostalgic, like a parent. My junior year of college looms ahead like an impending storm, waiting to swallow me in all that is my unexpected future.

It has come to my attention that I really don't know where I'm going in my life. I haven't done much of anything since I've been in college. I haven't. God, on the other hand, has been pretty busy. Everything I've done has been sort of... thrown into my lap, and I've just gone with it. And it's worked out pretty good so far.

So you know what you should do? Stop planning. It's completely pointless, because no matter how intricately you draw out your plans, they look like the handiwork of a five year old compared to God's masterpiece. So put down the pencil, step away from the ruler, and ease off the drawing table. Step aside. Yeah, that's right, get outta the way. The greatest architect of all is moving in, and He's got all the right tools, all the correct measurements, and He's about to build you a life that even the greatest engineer couldn't duplicate.

So, what are you waiting for? Hand over the blueprints. God's got an eraser, and He needs to make a few adjustments. ;)

Blogging and Love...

Today in Journalism class we talked about blogging. I didn't know blogging was that big a deal, seriously. People take it really seriously. Maybe I'll get a job from my amazing blogging skills, yeah, I'm talking to you. Thanks...

Haha.

Anyway, this is going to be a good week. You know how you just get those feelings when a day starts? Nothing happens, or nothing has happened, but somehow you just smile to yourself and think, "I'm really happy today. Today is going to be a good day." Well, I thought that about my week. Usually, when I have a really good Sunday and Monday, I know that I'm going to have a good week. And you know? I think it's my general attitude. I mean, when you think, gross, ah, today sucks, well, thats just how your going to think. But if you think, you know what, no matter what I'm going to have a good day? You have a good day! It works, seriously, it's amazing. Mind over matter. I think therefore I am.

My computer teacher is talking about the ebola virus, which apparently liquifies your insides and makes you bleed out from every crevice of your body, and its black blood with yellow dots. At least that's what I got from it. He's somehow relating this to computer viruses.

You know, the internet is a very strange and dangerous thing. But I think if you're just smart and listen to computer professionals, you'll be ok. Oh my goodness, the first computer virus was created for a Mac. I had no idea.

Oh, before I go, I have a new song that I... LOVE. It describes love in the best way I have ever, ever heard. And not the idea of love according to TV shows and society. Love that God wants. Please, Please listen to this song!

Words:

Love is not a place

To come and go as we pleae

It's a house we enter in,

and then commit,

to never leave.

So lock the door behind you,

throw away the key,

work it out together,

let it bring us,

to our knees.

Love is a shelter,

in a raging storm.

Love is peace,

in the middle of a war.

And if we try to leave,

may God send Angels to guard the door,

No love is not a fight,

but it's something worth fighting for.

To some love is a word,

that they can fall into,

but when they're falling out,

Keep their word is hard to do.

Love is a shelter,

in a raging storm.

Love is peace,

in the middle of a war.

And if we try to leave,

may God send Angels to guard the door,

No, love is not a fight,

but it's something worth fighting for.

Love will come to save us,

If we'll only call.

He will ask nothing from us,

but demand we give our all. . .

No, love is not a fight...

but it's something worth fighting for.

Music!