PIna Coladas

Some have coffee with breakfast. The more traditional drink tea. As for me, I started my morning with a pina colada. Unconventional, I know. Because of this, I had the two lines stuck in my head "if you like pina coladas....and getting caught in the rain" And so I walked around all day singing these lines to myself. But, these two things are completely unrelated. Of course, if you had a pina colada and got caught in the rain all at the same time, well then I'd say you were accomplished. So I think the next time I have a pina colada, I shall drink it out side, and hope to get caught in the rain. It sounds...It sounds very nice.

Thanks Bon Jovi

Upon opening the plastic bag marked TNT market to reveal my take out Asian lunch, I look down to something that brought a smile to my face, really it did. Four simple words. I mean, some phrases become so trite that they don't matter. How's it going? Sleep well! Yet somehow seeing these words made me laugh, and If they printed it on all the styrofoam take out boxes, and really, it only worked this once, I think it was well worth the effort. So thanks bon jovi and uh... have a nice day.

Go Fly a Kite

first, I must comment on the beautiful weather. I cannot begin to
speak of how amazing it is. I spent a good hour outside basking in the
splendor of the great circle, catching some rays, getting a tan....i
mean studying biology...yes (actually I was doing homework) But
really, I am in awe. Now, here's the cool thing : today, I was over by
the college, and what the girls do is put all the stuff they don't
want out in the hallways so that others can take it if they want it.
Most everything was gone, but I figured...I'm may not be dutch, but
nothings better than free eh? so i rummaged for a bit.  Hark! what is
this neon thing I see?? could it be?? Is it?? oh my...it is !! it is a
kite!! Joy of joys I snatched as a fat kid would the last cookie on
earth. I got a kite. I didn't have one before. it's a nice kite too.
No string, but nobody said that free was perfect , eh? Last sunday
would've been nice, but now, I have a kite to call my own....so
...bring on the beach. : )

Duel

I drew my sword and challenged my opponent to a duel. En guard! I cried, circling around her like a predator and it's prey. Slash! Our swords clanged together making swooshing sounds like arrows flying past your head. I climbed the ladder that stood beside me. "I can't climb that Jen, I'm wearing a skirt!" The story that had unfolded so nicely in my head came to an alarming halt as reality sunk in. I put down the church bulletin I had rolled into sword and sighed as I thanked Sandra for playing along with me as long as she did. Today again, while walking with Amanda, I found myself slicing the air with my sword. Jabbing and poking and dancing around like an idiot. Even now, as I sat down to check my mail and such, I found myself googling fencing venues in the lower main land. Why this sudden craze in my head?? I dunno. and I uhhh... I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand? --I don't always [end] conversations this way... Cause if so, I'll have to kill you. But how about you put down your rock and I put down my sword and we try to kill each other like civilized people. Much better.

childhood revisited

Like the sand box, koolaid or really tacky clothing, trees have always been a fond memory of childhood. Out of "not so sudden" urge, I claimed a tree yesterday. Low branches were scarce, so I had to use tall ladder to get anywhere near a branch. And so I climbed. Up, up. Oh wow, Im as tall as my house. Up, up. I can see the road. Up. my house even looks small...I wonder what my neighbor thinks of me..... So I got there, to as far as I was going that is, and after surveying the "area" (tape measure and all) I climbed down. I went back in my house, only half satisfied. I didnt get the "samples" I wanted. (samples which would have to be taken from up high, for if not, it could making getting down ...harder.) I headed up again, this time with a saw hanging out of my pocket (I do not recommend this type of climbing. And so, I got what I went for, though, to those it may concern, preferred size was not met, nor was preferred "straitness" met either. Plan B I believe is necessary... for shame..... I do believe that despite my disappointment, i did find I new...old favorite past time... anyone for a good climb?

Robots

As a result of non-interesting looking other movies, I rented robots and watched it with a few friends tonight. It was acctually quite funny. The funniest part, by far happened in about 2 seconds and made the whole movie for me. In one of the buildings, the signs on the doors for the bathrooms were not labled with the standard pictures, but the pictures if either the female or male end of an electrical cord. (get it??) This naturally looses like all the fun casue you didn't see the picture, bu t really, if for only those 2 seconds, you should see robots.

comments on comments

In speaking with my father about my previous post, which I don't usually do, he commented that the box should say "the Newton library may be hazardous to your health. Read at your own risk" I found it quite funny....

"Dirty" Books

I was at the library today, and saw somthing...well...you be the judge. The ladies at the check out line thing were wearing clear latex-y gloves. I am quite confuzed. Are they not touching the same books and vidoes that I am?? Are the book so unsanitary that they need these gloves? I understand that these book do get around, but can't they just wash their hands? It makes you feel a little uneasy doesn't it? Why do I not get gloves?? there should be a big box of gloves at the door of the library that says "Take one, we're unsanitary in here" Or "watch out for bacteria" or somthing. I think that latex would become a more developed industry as a result... latex gloves indeed.

beautiful

I've been relizing something about girls recently. I sat down intending on writing something about pride and prejudice. i was going to go for a sappy "I thought it was so wonderful" kind of review, but I can't. Not because the movie wasn't wonderful, but I have other things to say. As I was saying at the beginning, I've been realizing some things about girls recently. Has anyone told you today that you are beautiful? I've been observing something I havn't taken the time to appreciate before. I've been seeing what I haven't before, because I'm looking where I haven't been. I've seen beauty. Not outward beauty. Not just another pretty face. It's your heart girls. I think that your heart is beautiful. There is something about your heart, I cannot even begin to describe how precious it is. So delicate, so deep, so lovley. I don't know where all this is comming from. I suppose I just begun to take appreciation for what I never did before. Im not ususally this sentimental, it's just that this concept has struck me these past few days. Your heart is beautiful. I hope you belive it too....I suppose that captivating is getting to me. Let us blame this on that....yes let's.There's some lamo country sounding song the goes "she don't know she's beautiful" ...(i dont know any other lines...) but I think that so many don't know they are beautiful cause they think that beauty resides in the mirror. It does not. it comes out in your laugh, it comes out in you conversation, it comes out in your attitude. You beauty comes out when you live. When your attitude is radiant, your beauty shines through. I am convinced. Nothing on earth is more beautiful then a womans heart. Girls, you are beautiful.

You lazy dog...

I have a question to ask. if anyone could give me a rather beleiveable answer, that be way cool. Why "the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" Why? where'd it come from. Why do we use it. It is used to show fonts, thats the only place i think Ive seen it. very strange...very very strange...maybe it a code of some sort, and they sent it all over the world....I knew they were up to somthing. In other news, fav quote of the day " I love them!! I love them !! You hate them compared to how much I love them!!" (it's from madagascar....)

Foreign Food

The other day I went on a grand adventure with my good friend. We embarked on a mission to find china town. The intent being that we would buy Chinese food to eat. I found very little of interest, and long and short of it, ended up purchasing a steam bun from the steam bun store in Whalley, across from Safeway. Hey, at least being white didn't make me a minority in whalley.....

Days Like Today

So, I'm walking down the street, and I says to myself (I knew it was me cause I recognised the voice) "It looks as thought it might rain...." You know, I heard a little saying (seeminly one to many times) that the rain in spain stays mainly in the plain. I wish that surrey was spain, and not just to upgrade the our ghetto biulding to cool ones either. It simply rains far too often.....and of course then you have days like today....

Today started out like a normal day, although the frost on the grass threw me off a little. School starts, I'm studying (biology mind you...see, I told you "I'm a good girl I am!! AYYY!!) "Look" cries one "It's snowing!!" and by golly, he was right. Snow. In March. How am I suppose to get into the "swing of spring" if the weather starts to play these kind of tricks??? Outrageous, really. It was a confuzing day, But on the other hand....

It was a gIorious day. i loved it. it was so beautiful. I stood outside in the snow just looking at it, allowing the snowflakes to land softly on my face. They were such large flakes, they look as if they wer feathers softly floating...I twirled around, as if I hadn't a care in the world, simlpy enjoying the moment, eating it up, if I may. It was almost magical....I love days like today

But this weirdo skitsophrenic weather has got to stop. I love the snow, but then, take a look outside. What do you see?? Nothing! You can't even tell that it snowed, and thats "snow good" at all. As if the weather said I'm rain, or am I sun, I'm snow, or even hail. My name is Fred, I'm Bob, Nice to meet you, I'm Joe, or better yet Cindy. ....umm (insert some joke about talking to yourself here, I can't think of any...) I guess I just don't understand days like today.

E M O

This is an emo picture. I really can say little else about it. Once, we thought we were "hardcore", now we know, chelle, you're emo.

M(y) emo note book. I'm so sad.

Disclamer: we none of us really are emo....or sad for that matter...so far as I know....

Love sick...or just sick

There was song I heard long ago...it goes sometimes like this..."And oh, Im the great pretender....Pretending in all my ways ..." So here goes nothing. I love biology. I enjoy it, find delight in it. I think about it while I'm at school and while I'm at home. I find entertainment in it. I can never get enough of it. Its just so blooming fun.

Did I convince you? I hope so, cause if you could convince me of it, life would be easier......well, back to the books....(rolling of the eyes)

My Fair recommendation

I watched My Fair Lady the other day. I must say, that movie is absolutely delightful. I grinned on the inside most all of the time. I laughed often, and snickered when I wasn't laughing,( though it wasn't meant to be a "laugh out loud" comedy) I really found it to be quite a smashing success. It was marvelous, a genius work of art. It was, I lower my head to say, a musical. I am not fond of musicals, and that would be an understatement, but I loved this one. I'm not sure why. Maybe because the songs added to the story and plot, they weren't just songs, they were important ideas to the film, only in verse and rhyme. The scripting was so clever and witty. Classic, most definatly a classic. If you have yet to indulge yourself in this epic movie, it's not too late, and I dare say, I recommend it.

heres our Flippin' Awesome standard

Ignite held alot of things for me. Though the speakers were great, I learned the most from just being there and playing my part. I didn't go to Ignite intending to receive. I went to give. I went to pour out. In doing so, in creating that flow in my life, God was able to pour in to me. If you come intending to receive only, you can only fill up to full, but when you are pouring out, that's when God gets to FLOW through you. The whole weekend was amazing. We did so much. From our worship to our video, we more than "one upped" ourselves from last year. To sum up the weekend in one word, I would have to say freedom. Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. We danced on Satan. We crushed him under our feet. Hands once chained were lifted up in reckless abandonment and absolute worship. Seeing that release of freedom was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Ignite was, as we like to say at firestorm, flippin' awesome.

habitual sin

Whether one defines it as sin or action taken because of the present circumstance, I have done it again. Wait--let me correct myself. I have done it again and again and again. Every time I'm at a store, I look for purses. I have even taken my free time and made specific trips just to look for a purse. (so I did once, but still--once is still one too many) wait-- twice. Oh man, thats like double sin....what has become of me?? Either way, the present circumstance of the nature in which I carry belongings is screaming to one horrible conclusion. That I must get a purse. Whats worse is that I want to get one that goes with my jacket. As in "looks good with". Without clash. Coordinating colors. eww...

In other news, I started a habit of drinking green tea. I like it now. I never thoght I would. It beats making my own coffee in the mornings though...

Exerpts from Exodus

So Moses is talking with the burning bush. God's talking about bringing the israelits to the wilderness for a little worship retreat. God even goes to the extent to say that the israelits will have favor in the eyes of the egyptians as they leave, and that when they leave, they won't be going empty handed. Good deal- then Moses pipes in. "Suppose the people won't believe me or listen..." I imagine God shaking His head. "what's in you hand?' ....I imagine a pause from our friend ..."a rod..." comes the timid reply. "That'll do." ...a sigh of relief comes on Moses's part. "Gee, now that I know that this rod will save my neck...Im so glad we cleared that up God.." No. I think Moses still didn't get it. God does go on to demonstrate His power which clams the fears of our friend. God ended up doing some crazy things with that rod, the climatic moment being the parting of the red sea.
Down to our level. There's things that God asks us to do. Small things, big things...whatever. We're all like..."ok God, good plan but 'suppose' (fill in excuse here)" and He asks "what's in you hand?" And we're like "not much, just this( fill in seemingly useless item here.) " " Good" comes the reply "One day we'll part the waters with it."

JAM

an email I wrote...
"So if I desired as to eat a sandwich, would there be sufficient supply? Or would I make the effort to bake bread, (350 F ) cut it with a knife on a white plastic cutting board as well as spread the peanut butter( hopfully it's the creamy kind, the other is too "nutty", of course...it is peaNUT butter after all...) and would I do all this only to find tartinade in the cupboard? not only that. First of all, it isn't even marmalade, they couldn't even give me that, but it's all the way at the back of the cupboard, near the tapioca mix and the icing sugar. I made the effort once to get the right stuff, but there was only an imposter...plus I had to reach back so far... It is rather out of the way.

Translation: Is there the jam at your place tomorrow night? I don't want to make a trip for nothing. I appoligize if I am so confusing..I am what I am.... "

identity crisis

I have hit, what I shall refer to from now on, as ROCK BOTTOM. I don't know what do do with myself. Who am I? what has become of the Jen I know?....I don't know. Today I...I can't even say.This is like an unforgivable sin. A wrong doing that has wronged me to the depth of who I am. Ok, I do it all at one time.*deep breath*... I went shopping for a purse. --akward silence..... hey, did you hear that pin drop? I could have sworn I heard a pin... no? But you havn't heard the half of it. I was saved from ultimate condemnation and shame because I didn't find one, but...instead of a purse I walked away with hiar accessories, necklaces and body spray. Is this not worse? Maybe not. The purse was intentional...like a pre-planned murder. The other stuff was "in the moment" and self defensive...(against sales that is). But in defence of my own pride, I was looking for more of a shoulder bag so to speak, then I was a purse. I found lots of purses, but I need just the right one. Unique but not tacky (at least not too tacky) small, but still useful. Classic, (so I don't need to go through this experience again anytime soon) yet modern enough that it dosn't look like it came from my grandmothers closet. I ask alot, but this whole ordeal is costing me alot, not in money necessarily, but if pride had points, all my brownies could be concidered eaten right about now. Since I'm here at rock bottom, could somebody pass me a lunchables....or a juice box? ....aww...I love you too Bret.