Well well well. I'm trying, again, to distract myself until I can take my medicine. It wears off after about two hours, so i have 4 hours of agony until i can be relieved. The whole drowsy thing doesn't really ever wear off, however. Ok enough about how much pain i am currently in...onto more interesting matters.
I had a couple of small revelations yesterday while i was stuck in traffic :) Here is the most important one: I am an instrument. I've heard this phrase so many times, and it's gotten pretty old and ... un-special, if you will. Last saturday night I went to a jazz club with some friendsicles and we saw an amazing jazz trio. The drummer blew me away (*sound of wind whistling through the pines*). It came to my attention yesterday while I was sitting in the belly of Olliver, that i never once, during the concert, thought to myself "What an amazing drumset. Look at those sticks! They're beautiful!" The only thoughts i had were in relation to the drummer himself, and how he was able to accomplish his will through the drumset. The drum beats that I heard were an extension of the drummer, not the drum. The drum was only there so that what was inside the drummer could be audible to the audience. *sigh* Ergo, in the same way, the only time I have any purpose in life is when God is using me, allowing His drum beats (oh my gosh i can't believe i'm being this cheesy.) to be heard through me. The analogy falls apart somewhere, but yeah. These are my thoughts. An instrument is only good if its played. There.
Have i ever mentioned that my hugest pet peeve is when i can hear people eating or drinking? Because it is. Sorry. I'm in class right now and everyone decided to bring their own individual crunchy lunches. *twitch*
Aaah. the pain has subsided. For now, at least. I just feel like writing right now. There is a girl in my class who looks like a rabbit, and she keeps talking. I should just give her a carrot to keep her quiet. I wonder what kind of animal I look like. Hm. A pteradactyl? I don't know.
EEEEWWWWW my hair is the worst today. Crunchy on top and fluffy underneath. IDUhfsajksdfg. I hate hair days like this. I even took special precautions this morning to make sure it wouldn't turn out like this. *pout*
I need to start working out. But i don't have the energy. I have the motivation (believe me...i have a mirror). But i just don't DO IT. rawr. roar. squawk. squeeeeeal!
ok. enough of this madness. bye!
I had a couple of small revelations yesterday while i was stuck in traffic :) Here is the most important one: I am an instrument. I've heard this phrase so many times, and it's gotten pretty old and ... un-special, if you will. Last saturday night I went to a jazz club with some friendsicles and we saw an amazing jazz trio. The drummer blew me away (*sound of wind whistling through the pines*). It came to my attention yesterday while I was sitting in the belly of Olliver, that i never once, during the concert, thought to myself "What an amazing drumset. Look at those sticks! They're beautiful!" The only thoughts i had were in relation to the drummer himself, and how he was able to accomplish his will through the drumset. The drum beats that I heard were an extension of the drummer, not the drum. The drum was only there so that what was inside the drummer could be audible to the audience. *sigh* Ergo, in the same way, the only time I have any purpose in life is when God is using me, allowing His drum beats (oh my gosh i can't believe i'm being this cheesy.) to be heard through me. The analogy falls apart somewhere, but yeah. These are my thoughts. An instrument is only good if its played. There.
Have i ever mentioned that my hugest pet peeve is when i can hear people eating or drinking? Because it is. Sorry. I'm in class right now and everyone decided to bring their own individual crunchy lunches. *twitch*
Aaah. the pain has subsided. For now, at least. I just feel like writing right now. There is a girl in my class who looks like a rabbit, and she keeps talking. I should just give her a carrot to keep her quiet. I wonder what kind of animal I look like. Hm. A pteradactyl? I don't know.
EEEEWWWWW my hair is the worst today. Crunchy on top and fluffy underneath. IDUhfsajksdfg. I hate hair days like this. I even took special precautions this morning to make sure it wouldn't turn out like this. *pout*
I need to start working out. But i don't have the energy. I have the motivation (believe me...i have a mirror). But i just don't DO IT. rawr. roar. squawk. squeeeeeal!
ok. enough of this madness. bye!
