Everybody knows or at least heard about the wonderful incident between Kanye West and Taylor Swift during the MTV Music Awards in 2009. As big of a jerk move that was on Kanye's part, a side of me thought the way he did it was absolutely hilarious. By saying that Beyonce's video was the "best of all time," Kanye gained about 50 million haters; and Taylor gained 100 million fans. To be honest, I was on Taylor Swifts side naturally, but almost two years later, does it even matter anymore? Is anyone still affected by the whole thing? I sure as heck am not. But all of it is irrelevant to the rest of my post. Haha.
In the midst of four papers due in a span of two weeks, I'm currently working on the big mama - the theology term paper. I'm doing my paper on eschatology, and it's been a lot harder than I thought it'd be. Eschatology is the study of end times, or the second coming of Jesus. It sounds so cool right? But I've been having a hard time doing it. When I did my term paper for the first term - on sin - it was a lot of work, but I knew what I was doing the whole time, and that paper saved my butt from getting a bad mark in the course. This time around, the paper is due this coming Thursday, and I have only gone through a couple sources. Dang, son. I honestly don't know how I'm going to be able to finish this to the quality I want it, on top of doing all my other papers too.
It's gonna be tough, but I definitely need to get out of the mindset of "just getting through." I've learned that with that kind of attitude, I'll be accustomed to mediocrity all my life; and mediocrity isn't exactly what we want now is it? Reality speaking, I don't think my papers will be as good as I want them. Thankfully I'm at a A- or B+ in the course right now, so I have a bit of room to use should I need it. Needless to say, though, I don't think these papers that I do will be anywhere near "best of all time" quality. *Sigh*...
Anyways! I bought the new Pokemon game with a gift card I got for my birthday, and I'm back to being the Pokemon master that I once was! So exciting! It's also incredibly dumb how just when the peak of school work hits, there's so many other extra-curricular activities going on that make me want to participate. But I can't. Oh well, I'll suck it up.
Probably need to start looking for a job soon. Year one is almost over - best of all time? In contention!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Ninja
Admittedly, there are a ton of people who are absolute ninjas at doing things; and I am not one of them. They are too slick and sneaky, and you don't even know that they've done something until quite some time after. And then there are those people who try to be ninjas, but just fail miserably.
Multiple instances this year, I saw someone trying to be all sneaky by acting rather casual; but in the way that the person did it, it could not possibly have been more obvious that he is trying to listen to see what's going on. Normally, I don't mind when someone is trying to check up on me to see how I'm doing. I'm usually quite open to sharing things if I am ever asked, but there's always a line that you just can't cross. The line, of course, differs from people to people depending on your relationship with them.
The worst is when I am having a good conversation with someone, and then the person starts to appear within the vicinity. By trying to stare down and flipping some pages to look like he isn't trying to listen in, it makes me want to pull out my hair. Wouldn't that be a lovely site? But yeah, when I get approached about the conversation I had later, you know that I totally feel violated.
Number one, if you want to join in the conversation, just join in. Unless I'm talking about you in a bad way, I don't really care. Second of all, even if I don't know you're trying to listen to me, why the heck would you approach me later by saying "I overheard you talking with... about..." When I get that, I just role my eyes and then have to begin explaining. By telling me that you overheard me talking to someone about something, you just revealed your invasion of my privacy. You may as well just tell me, "I was listening to you talk about... with... and I'm just wondering what was said?"
It makes absolutely no logical sense to me as to why someone would intentionally listen to your conversation from the outside, and then go and tell me that you were eavesdropping some time later. Because I work this way, it's like being a peeping tom and watching someone change, then telling them later that you were watching them change. Yeah, that's what it feels like. I don't understand.
Some people just weren't meant to be ninjas.
Multiple instances this year, I saw someone trying to be all sneaky by acting rather casual; but in the way that the person did it, it could not possibly have been more obvious that he is trying to listen to see what's going on. Normally, I don't mind when someone is trying to check up on me to see how I'm doing. I'm usually quite open to sharing things if I am ever asked, but there's always a line that you just can't cross. The line, of course, differs from people to people depending on your relationship with them.
The worst is when I am having a good conversation with someone, and then the person starts to appear within the vicinity. By trying to stare down and flipping some pages to look like he isn't trying to listen in, it makes me want to pull out my hair. Wouldn't that be a lovely site? But yeah, when I get approached about the conversation I had later, you know that I totally feel violated.
Number one, if you want to join in the conversation, just join in. Unless I'm talking about you in a bad way, I don't really care. Second of all, even if I don't know you're trying to listen to me, why the heck would you approach me later by saying "I overheard you talking with... about..." When I get that, I just role my eyes and then have to begin explaining. By telling me that you overheard me talking to someone about something, you just revealed your invasion of my privacy. You may as well just tell me, "I was listening to you talk about... with... and I'm just wondering what was said?"
It makes absolutely no logical sense to me as to why someone would intentionally listen to your conversation from the outside, and then go and tell me that you were eavesdropping some time later. Because I work this way, it's like being a peeping tom and watching someone change, then telling them later that you were watching them change. Yeah, that's what it feels like. I don't understand.
Some people just weren't meant to be ninjas.
Friday, March 18, 2011
No Love
My parents were nice enough to give me a car to drive in Calgary. I cannot be thankful enough that I've been able to drive over the last month since getting the car.
However, in a bit of an unorthodox manner, I'm going to rant. Since coming back from Reading Week, I've dealt with, what is now, the third flat tire. Okay, to be fair, the third account isn't exactly flat just yet. But this morning, as I'm starting up my car and scraping the frost off my windows, I looked at one of my tires and it's been slashed again!
Seriously, do people have nothing better to do than to come and cut my tires even AFTER I started parking at a different spot? I don't even know what has to go through someone's retarded mind to force them to go out of their way to come and cut my tire. Maybe it's because they know and feel wonderful from knowing that it's currently causing me a lot of frustration. I'm not even someone that normally gets frustrated, but this is getting very close to it.
I'll let it go the first time, because it just seemed like a regular flat tire that everyone gets at least a few times in their lives. The second time, you got lucky because I drove all the way to school before I realized how broken my tire was. And as people say, the third time's the charm. I've become scarred to the point that since getting my tires replaced after the second time, I've checked my tires each time I step into my car. And luckily enough, this morning, I've spotted the third cut. It's about six to seven inches long on the front right side. The tire isn't flat yet, because the cut still looks rather fresh. But due to my paranoia, I didn't drive and bused to school instead - causing me to be 15 minutes late for class, which thankfully is less than I thought it would be.
Now, I can't drive to church tonight because there is no way I'm going to put the person I'm supposed to drive to church in danger, let alone myself. If all these flat tires only affected me, fine. But it's starting to affect the people I care about, which, by my standards, has officially crossed the line. First, my parents. They know how broke I am so they're always going to offer to pay for all my repairs, being forced to pull out money that they normally wouldn't have to. Secondly, the people that ask me for rides now need to find alternate ways to get to and from the place they want to go. Thanks.
I know that a few years from now, this won't mean a whole lot; but at this present moment, it's absolutely ridiculous. Whoever it was that popped my tires, you did what you wanted to do. Now stop wasting your life and be thankful for what God gave you.
However, in a bit of an unorthodox manner, I'm going to rant. Since coming back from Reading Week, I've dealt with, what is now, the third flat tire. Okay, to be fair, the third account isn't exactly flat just yet. But this morning, as I'm starting up my car and scraping the frost off my windows, I looked at one of my tires and it's been slashed again!
Seriously, do people have nothing better to do than to come and cut my tires even AFTER I started parking at a different spot? I don't even know what has to go through someone's retarded mind to force them to go out of their way to come and cut my tire. Maybe it's because they know and feel wonderful from knowing that it's currently causing me a lot of frustration. I'm not even someone that normally gets frustrated, but this is getting very close to it.
I'll let it go the first time, because it just seemed like a regular flat tire that everyone gets at least a few times in their lives. The second time, you got lucky because I drove all the way to school before I realized how broken my tire was. And as people say, the third time's the charm. I've become scarred to the point that since getting my tires replaced after the second time, I've checked my tires each time I step into my car. And luckily enough, this morning, I've spotted the third cut. It's about six to seven inches long on the front right side. The tire isn't flat yet, because the cut still looks rather fresh. But due to my paranoia, I didn't drive and bused to school instead - causing me to be 15 minutes late for class, which thankfully is less than I thought it would be.
Now, I can't drive to church tonight because there is no way I'm going to put the person I'm supposed to drive to church in danger, let alone myself. If all these flat tires only affected me, fine. But it's starting to affect the people I care about, which, by my standards, has officially crossed the line. First, my parents. They know how broke I am so they're always going to offer to pay for all my repairs, being forced to pull out money that they normally wouldn't have to. Secondly, the people that ask me for rides now need to find alternate ways to get to and from the place they want to go. Thanks.
I know that a few years from now, this won't mean a whole lot; but at this present moment, it's absolutely ridiculous. Whoever it was that popped my tires, you did what you wanted to do. Now stop wasting your life and be thankful for what God gave you.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
(Nothingness)
*All stress, worries, grief, sorrow, sadness, pain, hopelessness, distractions, helplessness, futility, and whatever else preventing me from being who I am made to be, be thrown away into...*
Things need to turn around, and fast.
Things need to turn around, and fast.
Monday, March 7, 2011
March Madness
March Madness is the time of the year when a whole crap load of university basketball teams (64 to be exact, although there was talk of expanding it to the 90s) play in a gigantic tournament to see who is the top college team. It's pretty big in the States, and whoever else that decides to follow it. It must be insane for the people that organize this event.
My version of March Madness comes in the form of school. I'm not big into basketball, even though it was invented by a Canadian. I have a paper/exam every week this month and even into the first week of April. The first one is due tomorrow, and I finished that a couple hours ago. Yay! Next week, I have to write a book review on The Pursuit of Holiness; it will probably be the most intense book review I've done this year because there is an actual required structure for this paper. The week after next, I think I have a small reading response paper and then a unit exam. The last week of March is when my big Theology term paper is due. I should probably get started on that in the next day or two. Then to cap it all off, my Psych term paper is due the first week of April.
On top of everything, I am still looking into different churches to do my practicum at next year. I think it will definitely be an interesting experience. It's going to be the first official time that I'm put at a church to "work". I don't have a church yet; but the thought of it kind of makes me nervous. I probably shouldn't, but it's the first time I'm seeing serving the church as the "work" type. I've served all my life, because I wanted to do it for fun. I thought it was good to help and always give back what the community has given to me. Serving was also an excuse for me to get to hang out and grow with a bunch of my friends. It won't be entirely different in terms of practicality for my practicum. And even if I do my best to see it the same way, I know that in the back of my head, it's going to be different. So, as much as I look forward to it, it's going to be interesting to say the least. I know it will be fun though, when it's all said and done.
I should have brought down my wired mouse!
My version of March Madness comes in the form of school. I'm not big into basketball, even though it was invented by a Canadian. I have a paper/exam every week this month and even into the first week of April. The first one is due tomorrow, and I finished that a couple hours ago. Yay! Next week, I have to write a book review on The Pursuit of Holiness; it will probably be the most intense book review I've done this year because there is an actual required structure for this paper. The week after next, I think I have a small reading response paper and then a unit exam. The last week of March is when my big Theology term paper is due. I should probably get started on that in the next day or two. Then to cap it all off, my Psych term paper is due the first week of April.
On top of everything, I am still looking into different churches to do my practicum at next year. I think it will definitely be an interesting experience. It's going to be the first official time that I'm put at a church to "work". I don't have a church yet; but the thought of it kind of makes me nervous. I probably shouldn't, but it's the first time I'm seeing serving the church as the "work" type. I've served all my life, because I wanted to do it for fun. I thought it was good to help and always give back what the community has given to me. Serving was also an excuse for me to get to hang out and grow with a bunch of my friends. It won't be entirely different in terms of practicality for my practicum. And even if I do my best to see it the same way, I know that in the back of my head, it's going to be different. So, as much as I look forward to it, it's going to be interesting to say the least. I know it will be fun though, when it's all said and done.
I should have brought down my wired mouse!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Change of Scenery
It is currently 9:10pm, on a Wednesday night. The day was a really chilly one, and chilly is not good. Whenever Spring decides to arrive, that'd be cool. On to other things, since I began blogging, I believe it was done on my HP laptop that my dad bought me for university. If I remember right, all my blogging was done on that computer. So now, I will introduce you to my MacBook Pro. That's right, I bought it. And in, what is now, the third day of owning this bad boy, I love just about everything it is and does. So, I decided to write my first blog entry on this guy tonight. Partly because I need to shut everything down and vent, I am now sitting on my bed, with just my laptop and lamp turned on.
Well, where do I even begin? I think I will just flat out say that 2011 has sucked. I think I could attest to many people with that too. This year has not been very good for me, and it's just into the third month. I think the world could possibly be ending a year too soon (see what I did there?). Anyways, I am kind of wondering who is with me on saying that this year has not been good. I can think of at least a few people off the top of my head.
My winter term didn't start out well; and up to this point, I haven't "recovered". I used the word recovered because I feel like I've taken a huge step back in terms of my work ethic and just everything in general. I'm not reading, not doing homework, not studying like I did in the fall term. I'm too far behind, and things only get tougher from here on out. To add on top of all this school stuff, I'm not enjoying my living environment very much either. (Look, Nathan just threw out another grenade) I now have a good idea of what might be best for me next year, in terms of living, but it's not exactly what I want; it's just what I think is best.
Things outside of school and the whole Calgary experience isn't exactly the best either. Aside from my MacBook Pro, I can't really think of many times in the last couple months where I was joyful for an extended amount of time. I think it's just my overall self being dragged down by the tragedies that have gone on. The passing of a distant relative was the closest I've ever experienced in regards to my immediate family. And I feel like I'm still slightly affected by it - by the whole fragility of life. It's so easy, when a couple things don't go your way, to allow your entirety to be affected. Evidently, this is the entire nature of sin. Sin doesn't only affect certain aspects or compartments of our lives; it affects life in its entirety. It sucks.
Also, I was told that I received my first ticket today. After being so blessed to have a car down here, I immediately get a ticket. It's seeming like a big ticket too. So there goes another chunk of money. As of right now, I don't know the specifics of the ticket because I'm not in possession of it. In fact, I am rather confused because given the specifics I have, it makes no sense as to why I've been ticketed.
I don't think I'm the only one that is kind of wishing that this term would just end already. Anyways, I have long thought about how to deal with these low points in life. Funny, because I believe I also predicted that I would be headed in this direction in a previous blog post. Probably the biggest thing is knowing where to find the strength to make it out with minimal damage. When I think about it, it's really simple; but pulling it off is the reason for why we go through these experiences. Of course, you look to the source of all life. I think strength comes in the form of trust and prayer. Believe me, it can be tough to have the faith to know God's going to pull through. But I think we can still be comforted in knowing that hope is not lost, and that there is a greater purpose behind why everything is happening. When I think about that, I'm usually at ease. Praying is also so vital, especially in numbers - self-explanatory. I think I've said this many times: if anyone ever has prayer requests or just wants to talk, I'm always open. I don't guarantee that I can help or do anything, because I'm actually not very good at it; but I'm always willing to pray for you.
Probably not exactly the type of post my dad was looking for, but I tried. Haha. At least I mentioned strength a couple times. Anyways, close to bed time as I have to embark on transit journeys again, starting tomorrow.
Well, where do I even begin? I think I will just flat out say that 2011 has sucked. I think I could attest to many people with that too. This year has not been very good for me, and it's just into the third month. I think the world could possibly be ending a year too soon (see what I did there?). Anyways, I am kind of wondering who is with me on saying that this year has not been good. I can think of at least a few people off the top of my head.
My winter term didn't start out well; and up to this point, I haven't "recovered". I used the word recovered because I feel like I've taken a huge step back in terms of my work ethic and just everything in general. I'm not reading, not doing homework, not studying like I did in the fall term. I'm too far behind, and things only get tougher from here on out. To add on top of all this school stuff, I'm not enjoying my living environment very much either. (Look, Nathan just threw out another grenade) I now have a good idea of what might be best for me next year, in terms of living, but it's not exactly what I want; it's just what I think is best.
Things outside of school and the whole Calgary experience isn't exactly the best either. Aside from my MacBook Pro, I can't really think of many times in the last couple months where I was joyful for an extended amount of time. I think it's just my overall self being dragged down by the tragedies that have gone on. The passing of a distant relative was the closest I've ever experienced in regards to my immediate family. And I feel like I'm still slightly affected by it - by the whole fragility of life. It's so easy, when a couple things don't go your way, to allow your entirety to be affected. Evidently, this is the entire nature of sin. Sin doesn't only affect certain aspects or compartments of our lives; it affects life in its entirety. It sucks.
Also, I was told that I received my first ticket today. After being so blessed to have a car down here, I immediately get a ticket. It's seeming like a big ticket too. So there goes another chunk of money. As of right now, I don't know the specifics of the ticket because I'm not in possession of it. In fact, I am rather confused because given the specifics I have, it makes no sense as to why I've been ticketed.
I don't think I'm the only one that is kind of wishing that this term would just end already. Anyways, I have long thought about how to deal with these low points in life. Funny, because I believe I also predicted that I would be headed in this direction in a previous blog post. Probably the biggest thing is knowing where to find the strength to make it out with minimal damage. When I think about it, it's really simple; but pulling it off is the reason for why we go through these experiences. Of course, you look to the source of all life. I think strength comes in the form of trust and prayer. Believe me, it can be tough to have the faith to know God's going to pull through. But I think we can still be comforted in knowing that hope is not lost, and that there is a greater purpose behind why everything is happening. When I think about that, I'm usually at ease. Praying is also so vital, especially in numbers - self-explanatory. I think I've said this many times: if anyone ever has prayer requests or just wants to talk, I'm always open. I don't guarantee that I can help or do anything, because I'm actually not very good at it; but I'm always willing to pray for you.
Probably not exactly the type of post my dad was looking for, but I tried. Haha. At least I mentioned strength a couple times. Anyways, close to bed time as I have to embark on transit journeys again, starting tomorrow.
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