Saturday, June 29, 2002

2 Corinthians 4


8We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. 12So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.

16Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Friday, June 28, 2002

So many questions!


Why do I draw on myself with permanent markers?

Why do I listen to 80's rock music?

Why do I where my home-made paperclip necklaces around town?

Why do I have conversations with my car?

Why do I tell my cat she's my best friend?
13 year-old boys are awesome. I just took my little brother to lunch and we discussed his hopes, dreams, and plans for the future. This included the possibilities of isolating one’s brain from the body and fixing it in a small black box where it controls the Internet. From here we went to his visions for the world once he gains control (something I knew he always planned on doing, only I didn’t know he had it so thought out). His plans included ridding the world of anything natural and creating a three-story building (he described the purpose of each story but I won’t bore anyone with details). He’s trying to get me to loan him my Parelandra set but now I’m not so sure!

This wasn’t half as interesting as the kind of girl he plans to date (he refuses to ever get married). They have to be icy cold, skinny, black-haired, white faced things that have little use for words as they can communicate everything in a single glance.

Yeah, as egocentric as teenage guys are, we did talk about me. He says I’ll end up writing for newspapers for the rest of my life and marry an Albino computer nerd that’s spent his entire life in a lab! Wow.

Tomorrow he has a golf tournament. At least that’s semi-normal.

My little bro. is really awesome though. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun with a guy for . . . well, all day at least!

Thursday, June 27, 2002

Blogs, by definition, are for expressing one’s opinion. So I think I’ll express an opinion I’ve had since . . . oh, maybe 13. It is my firm belief that one can tell everything about you by your vocal range. Let me explain. Certain characteristics are found in Altos, Sopranos, Tenors, Bases, and Baritones. It is true that I haven’t done enough research in the area to prove my deductions, but I have made some general observations that I will now note . . .


Sopranos: Tall, thin, fair, rather quiet but not necessarily shy. They’re sweet, optimistic, graceful, and kind. They were most likely in ballet at some time. They’re bight eyed, dreamy types that enjoy long walks in flower gardens. These are generally reliable and make great wives.


Altos: Not so tall (maybe considered short), sturdy (maybe even fat), tend to be darker. They are realists, outgoing, hard working, and determined. If compared to horses, Sopranos would be Arabic race horses, and Altos would be similar to those big work horses—sorry, bad analogy. Although more volatile than your average Soprano, they’re vigorous about their work and make great moms.


Tenors: Could be thin or fat, generally small. They’re certainluy unreliable, unpredictable, and generally not to be trusted. Seeming to be happy, outgoing, friendly, optimistic, they’re probably manic-depressive. They may seem like a good deal, but DON’T TRUST YOUR FIRST IMPRESSIONS!


Bases: Now bases are a different matter. With these generally large people, you get what you see. Trust your first impression cuz they ain’t changin’. Maybe a little shallow, very sturdy, consistent, and talk in monosyllable expressions. Unlike the volatile tenors, they have a limited range of feelings (ranging from hunger to fullness), and probably won’t be terribly concerned with yours.


Baritones: Baritones are truly perfect people. Mellow, sensitive, strong, with high and lofty goals. They’re very talented and excellent at whatever they do. Usually they’re blonde, medium height, strong, and very kind. They truly care and are extremely chivalrous.


So, when trying to find out what kind of person you’re dealing with, don’t ask their sign, blood type, nationality, gender, age, grade, or the strength of their fingernails, because you can find out all you need to know by asking their vocal range.
I've decided that writing is not my calling. I believe I'm to be a mail-lady.

BTW, a word to girls like me everywhere. Never go to an Oil Stop to get your oil changed if you can't make your lips form the word "no." I think I just spent half my savings on stuff I really don't need. AAA! MUST LEARN "NO!!!"

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Here's my first letter from my new pen-pal in Taiwan!!! (www.Assist.com hooked us up) I think it's SO cute! It's the broken English. Well, I can't speak two words of another language, but I still think her broken English is so cute! Anyway, here's the letter:

Hi, Mary,

I'm glad to know you.

First tell you something about myself.

I live in Taiwan.

I am 18 now. I major in Accounting at a commercial shool.

I like to watch baseball games and listen to music.

My favorate group is N'sync.

Are you a music lover?

When I was in one grade, I've been to San Jose for summer vacation.

At that time I stayed at my aunt's house.

What happened in the 3 months was very interesting to me.

So could you tell me about yourself ?

We can keep in touch by e-mail or letters.

I 'll give you the address later, ok.

Nice to meet you !!

Lynn

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'M TOO YOUNGGGGG! k, must go do a shake 'n howdy with some political leaders. Hob-nob with the hoy-paloy. Mix with the . . . you get it.

Monday, June 24, 2002

--Professor Henry Higgins: Why can't a woman be more like a man?--

Oh, horrifying thought! But it's so good when Rex says it. (: