Time After Time

I found this story at Reuters on my Gmail news blurb thing of the day. I thought I would share it with everyone as a very blog worthy thought.
Merry Christmas my friends.

One is the Loneliest Number You Could Ever Do

So, I know that I proclaimed last post that I would quit blogging for a while, until I had "blogworthy" thoughts. I think today counts as a blogworthy day.

So, to begin, I'm at home. Everytime I'm at home I think my sister, she's 16, likes to think that I'm back in town after being away for a while, and she doesn't have the same mindset as I do -- I don't really live here anymore, I just come here sometimes to get away from school.
Well, last night my sister, Anna, tells me that we, the family, are going to see "National Treasure: Book of Secrets" today. I'm fine with that, but I really want to go see "I Am Legend." So, this morning, about 9:30, my sister busts into my room, thinking that really, I'm home for the holidays not really on vacation from UMHBelton, and starts yelling at me to wake me up. See, when I lived at home in high school, on the rare occasion that I slept in this was her favorite way of waking me up -- come in, turn on the light, yell at me in an authoritative mommy voice "GEOFFREY!!! WAKE UP!!! GET UP!!! IT'S (fill in time here)!!!" She then sits down on my bed next to me and says, "Geoffrey, if you want to go with us to see "National Treasure" you need to get up now and be ready by 10:20 because the movie starts at 10:45."
"Umm, okay," I respond. "Is there a showing about that time for 'I Am Legend?' Does dad want to go?"
"Dad? I don't know, I think there's one starting at 11:00," Anna.
"Okay, but I can sleep in until 10 and then get up and shower and be off with you guys?"
"Yeah, but we're leaving at 10:20."
"Yes, Anna, I know. But as long as I'm ready to go by 10:20 I can still ride with you guys?"
"I guess so, if you want to."
So I, being the college student that I am, roll and over and go back to sleep until about 10:02. I get up, take my shower, get out and begin getting dressed around 10:15ish. My sister yells up at me "Geoffrey, we're leaving!"
I walk out of my room and look downstairs and say, "What? You're leaving now?"
"Yes, we're going to have to take two cars, so you can just come when you're ready. Here's your ticket to 'I Am Legend.'"
I think to myself, "What? 'I Am Legend?' I thought we were all going to go see 'National Treasure...'"
"What?" I ask. And it hits me. She bought me a stinking ticket to "I Am Legend" all for myself. "Never mind, I'm not talking to you." With that, I go back in my room and continue to get dressed and ready for the day.
My dad shows up in my door to talk to me because I won't talk to my sister, and explains that now we're going in three cars because he's bringing back some family that don't want to go shopping after the movie. I ask him if I'm going to "I Am Legend" by myself. His reply is "Yes."
Great. Thanks. Thank you FAMILY for buying me a freaking ticket to go see a movie by myself. Never mind asking me if I want to go by myself, never mind asking me if I'd rather compromise and see "National Treasure" with everyone else, just go ahead and buy my ticket off of Fandango for me and I'll be more than content to sit by myself in a theatre for two hours.
Have I ever gone to a movie by myself?
Certainly, if I wanted to see "I Am Legend" that badly enough, I would have already gone now and just seen it by myself already. If I have a car, and if I have the $6 to buy a ticket, and if I have the time, why would I have not already gone to see any movie of interest to me by now?
Hmm, maybe it's because I DON'T GO TO MOVIES ALONE! MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE NEVER, HAVE I EVER, WANTED TO GO OR ASKED TO GO TO A MOVIE BY MYSELF, ESPECIALLY WHEN MY FAMILY IS TWO THEATRES DOWN! (okay, maybe all caps was a bit too bold...)
I don't think anger is strong enough or even applicable enough to describe how I felt. My own family just bought me a ticket to go see a movie by myself. The same family that has told me in the past to suck it up and go along with what the family wanted just arbitrarily bought me a ticket to go and be by myself. And, might I add, ON FREAKING CHRISTMAS EVE!!! WHAT THE CRAP!?!?!?!?
So, what did I do?
I went and saw the freaking movie. I wasn't about to let that perfectly good ticket go to waste. I wasn't about to let my dad know he wasted $10 buying me a ticket online with his credit card. I wasn't about to NOT go see a movie I've been looking forward to for some time now.
But still, by myself? BY MY FREAKING SELF!?!?!? ON CHRISTMAS EVE!?!?!?! Geeze, this is RIDICULOUS!
Aside from all this, the movie was good. I actually almost enjoyed being by myself for a change. Maybe if I'm ever completely burnt out on all things, and hate all my friends, and my entire life, I might go back to see a movie by myself again, but according to Facebook I've got about 475 people to burn through at UMHB before I'm that alone.
So, Merry Christmas to you and yours, and may your yuletide be as gay as ever. Mine certainly has been.

He's a Tramp, but they love him

I think it's safe to say I have not very much that is blog-worthy.
For that, I am going on a sa-blog-ical; a sabbatical from blogging. I am waiting until I have good thoughts to blog, then I will bring them here instead of crap about crap.
Thanks, see you around.

Oh Holy Night

I sure wish I could sleep.
I sure wish I could sleep regularly.
I sure wish I could sleep regularly, at night.

I liked growing up in Midlothian, and I was proud to be an MHS graduate/alumni, and I even enjoyed coming home last year, but I am not lying when I say I'm not exactly thrilled to be here. I love my family, I love my friends, but life here in the Midlo is boring, sluggish, blaaaah.
Now, on the upside, I have had plenty of time to lay around, sleep, watch TV and movies, and yesterday I did a photo shoot with KB. In addition to all this laziness, I've had a chance to "climb out of the trenches," to paraphrase a friend. It's been a nice opportunity to examine my life at UMHB from a distance and not have to worry about RAing or SGA or class, however I know that perspective can change when you're in the thick of things.
I'm really glad to not be at school right now and I'm glad to have some vacation time. I said I wanted to do some reading over the break, but I don't know if I'm going to get around to doing a whole lot of it.
I don't know how I feel about Christmas coming up so soon, I haven't done any of my Christmas shopping yet, but the photo shoot yesterday was for the cranmother. That's one thing down, and I plan on doing more today after or around whenever Erica and I hang out.

On a side note, before I leave, I have this awkward, nagging thought that tells me I may be making a mess of things. I just might be doing things...well, wrong.

Oh Come Let Us Adore Him

The first time I heard this story was a little over a year ago, and shortly thereafter I blogged it on Myspace. Uhh, I could urge you to think about it, but I'm pretty sure you'll get the picture.

I heard a story this morning about a lady who was feeling the stress of the holidays. She was feeling a lot of pressure between getting all the gifts for everyone, cleaning the house for the company, preparing food for the inlaws when they came over, and typical stress of life in general. She was out and about shopping one afternoon at the mall and was attempting to make her way downstairs. As the elevator filled with people, it was obvious that there would not be room for her inside with all her bags. Still, she insisted on cramming herself in the elevator, with her purse and bags and everything in tow. Finally inside, she grunted out of exasperation and said to the crowd, "Whoever came up with this Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot. "There was a silent pause throughout the elevator for a moment before a voice from the back said, "Well, we've already crucified Him."

This Could Be a Long One...

In honor of the special circumstances regarding this post, I'm not going to title this particular post with song lyrics. Sorry if you were expecting it.

I'll get right to the heart of what's on my mind (1 of 3 possible, potential topics), I have trust issues. I got blown off hXc by the group I considered my best friends this year. The people I chose to do life with more or less disowned me and left me hanging. Needless to say, screwed me up pretty bad. Imagine what you'd be like if three of your best friends quit being your best friends but still hung out together. Sucks. There are about four people from last year that I would still consider my closest of friends, and to those four I am eternally grateful and I hope and pray our friendship will continue forever.
Topic 2
My second topic is much the same. It's about our stories. Your story, my story, his story, her story, our story. Just recently I began to consider what people and characters I want to add to m story of life. I mean, think about it, for a second. When you read something like Lord of The Rings, look at the characters Frodo and Aragorn and all those guys kept with them on their journey. They were helpful, they were loyal, there was a strong bond there. Do I have a similar bond with the people in my life? Do I want to call this person a best friend? Could she be my girlfriend? Is this guy a worthy mentor, should I follow his guidance? I don't know. But it's something to think about, I think. I know for me and my life, I'm going to be a little more critical (if that's even possible for me) when I judge and consider my friends and the relations I have in life. Not to sound selfish and say that these relationships are all about me, but I don't want transient characters or even characters who will give my story a premature ending. So, yeah, something to think about.
Topic 3
The Golden Compass (which is, apparently, based on the book "The Northern Lights" by Phillip Pullman...), shall I say more. Saw the movie, it was a waste of $17, I paid for two tickets, and have now decided that yes, Pullman has a vendetta against the Catholic Church and the liturgy therein, and that it wasn't even that well made of a movie. I can wait to see the sequels on DVD, but only if I decide that's a good idea. I know that my attitude of "I decide" is the exact attitude that Christians are trying to squash out with the presence of this movie and these novels, however as God-appointed and -gifted leader for the church, I do have to decide, and I decide that not seeing them will benefit me and others in the long run.

Umm, that's all. Hit me back if you want. If not, then don't.
Have good breaks, I promise I'll blog much much more over the Xmas holiday season. May even go to the Houston area, we'll see.
Focker Out

You want me to change, well I changed for you

Today was the first time in a LOOOONG time I have listened to my Coldplay. Man, do I love those guys. I am also finding myself with the time to blog. Aha, about that ;)

I am stuck on duty, with a final exam in the morning, at 8:30, and I am not studying. I am finding it more and more difficult to study in the lobby here in Gettys. It's been something bothersome to me all semester, but even more so now because it's finals week. I can only hope that next semester it won't be as bad. But, no way of knowing.
Umm, I'd really love to blog, but there are too many things distracting me from that now, so I'm going to have to postpone my bestest post until after my Greek exam Tuesday. Okay, much love.
Adio

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine, love burns brighter than sunshine

It's interesting to me the nicknames people will give each other. For example, I know this one guy, his name is Pi'dadro. He's half black, half hispanic. People call him P Diddy. Wow, duh. My name is Geoffrey, I'm pretty much as white as you can get, and people call me Geoff, Geoffey, and a few call me G-Off. It's interesting. Simply interesting.
I have an Intro to Philosophy final exam tomorrow at 1 PM. I have yet to study for it. Fortunately, I get off duty about now, and I have two gift cards to Starbucks and plenty of time to study. I can't decide if I want to pull a complete all-nighter and stay up until after I take the exam, or if I want to spend a good 3 or 4 hours at Starbucks studying and reviewing and go to bed whenever I feel most confident. I'm going to need a good 6 hours, but I probably won't get to studying for at least another half hour. Or I could run through my notes and the study guide now for a little over an hour, go to bed, get up around 8, and study straight into the final. I hate that idea, because studying that much right up until the test usually kills my brain.
So, in short, I don't know what I'll be doing, but I'm leaning more towards Starbucks, although it will be more than likely packed.
I'm sorry I haven't blogged a whole lot lately, I've been real busy with exams. I'm feeling better than the last post, though I've got a new set of problems now. I think that's how life goes. If you get your work done on time or before it's due, you don't get an award, you get more work that slackers aren't doing (I'm sure if you stretch the definition you can understand what I'm talking about). I don't mean to sound dramatic saying I've got such terrible problems in life, I say that just to say life's struggles keep coming, and I keep working through them.
A few things to note before I sign off:
Good friends
Flaky friends
Friends of convenience
Fights with friends
Final exams
Crap
Work
Sleep

Okay, good night

It's a Wonderful Night for a Moon Dance

I have much to say, but little strength and time with which to say it.
Suffice it to say, I have had a decent enough weekend, but now I am being consumed by fear. I'm praying that God will take care of me.
I'm scared.
I'm praying.