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| You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.
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Friday, April 25, 2008
You gotta have faith!
I was kind of surprised with these results. Take the quiz and let me know where you fall in line.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
We can work it out!
I just realized that the titles of my blog posts very rarely have anything to do with what I actually blog about. I'm glad "blog" is now a verb. I think my generation has ruined grammar.
So, once upon a time, a boy made a list. He made a list of all the things he desired in a potential girlfriend. Brown hair...blue eyes...played soccer...on went the list, I'm sure you get the gist.
Then one day that boy went to college, and he started having awkward feelings for girls not on the list. So he said...
"To hell with the list."
...
...
...
Umm, that boy is me.
I don't usually use foul language, in fact, I abhor even my vulgar use of the word "p!ss," however, that's how I feel about my list. I don't like using curse words, and I don't advocate it one bit, for one single moment, but I hope I'm using it in a more literal sense and not in the profane, because that's about how honest I feel towards that list. I'm sorry if I've offended you.
My list has confined me, my list has frustrated me, and my list has set me up for a loss before I ever took the field. I'm finding new ways to play the game, with new people, and with a new sense of......vision for the field, so I'm throwing it out. Well, not the whole list in its complete entirety, but the bulk of it. The materialism: the brown hair, the eye color, the athletic tendencies -- although I value a woman who takes care of her body and who is athletic --and the legalistic process of selecting "suitable" girls. I mean, I'll always remember it and carry it with me, and I'll reference it from time to time, and if I should be so lucky as to date a girl who matched the list well, then that's fine with me. My point is, it is not my starting place any longer. It is......simply a memory of who I used to be.
I think from here I'll probably start redefining what I'm looking for. Re...focusing my lens, if you will, to see what is really out there for me. I don't really know exactly where all this......gumption came from, but it's something that started inside me a few days ago that I really feel like letting out. So, it's out.
Ta DA!
And on the issue of my use of the word "hell" out of it's typical or literal context. I am sorry if I have caused you to stumble. I am sorry if I have offended you. I use that word in the sense of my list is a "curse" that I wish to cast off. By sending it to hell, I guess I feel like I'm rid of it.
To me, it's simple.
Have good weeks. As Meg Roe would say, "be intentional."
So, once upon a time, a boy made a list. He made a list of all the things he desired in a potential girlfriend. Brown hair...blue eyes...played soccer...on went the list, I'm sure you get the gist.
Then one day that boy went to college, and he started having awkward feelings for girls not on the list. So he said...
"To hell with the list."
...
...
...
Umm, that boy is me.
I don't usually use foul language, in fact, I abhor even my vulgar use of the word "p!ss," however, that's how I feel about my list. I don't like using curse words, and I don't advocate it one bit, for one single moment, but I hope I'm using it in a more literal sense and not in the profane, because that's about how honest I feel towards that list. I'm sorry if I've offended you.
My list has confined me, my list has frustrated me, and my list has set me up for a loss before I ever took the field. I'm finding new ways to play the game, with new people, and with a new sense of......vision for the field, so I'm throwing it out. Well, not the whole list in its complete entirety, but the bulk of it. The materialism: the brown hair, the eye color, the athletic tendencies -- although I value a woman who takes care of her body and who is athletic --and the legalistic process of selecting "suitable" girls. I mean, I'll always remember it and carry it with me, and I'll reference it from time to time, and if I should be so lucky as to date a girl who matched the list well, then that's fine with me. My point is, it is not my starting place any longer. It is......simply a memory of who I used to be.
I think from here I'll probably start redefining what I'm looking for. Re...focusing my lens, if you will, to see what is really out there for me. I don't really know exactly where all this......gumption came from, but it's something that started inside me a few days ago that I really feel like letting out. So, it's out.
Ta DA!
And on the issue of my use of the word "hell" out of it's typical or literal context. I am sorry if I have caused you to stumble. I am sorry if I have offended you. I use that word in the sense of my list is a "curse" that I wish to cast off. By sending it to hell, I guess I feel like I'm rid of it.
To me, it's simple.
Have good weeks. As Meg Roe would say, "be intentional."
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Happy Birthday to ME! (and us)
Good weekend, so far.
Katie Leibert's birthday was on Thursday, April 17th, and she and I had planned on celebrating our birthdays together on Thursday, April 24th, halfway point, you see?
Well, one of her flatmates decided she wanted to take Katie to Pho's (Vietnamese restaurant in Round Rock, Khang claims it's pronounced like "fuhz"). Anyway, the plan was to go on Friday, yesterday, around 4:30 and we would be back by 7:00 PM for me to be on weekend duty in the Ghetto.
On my way over to Katie's flat in Beall, I run into Wade Rogers, who asks me if Landon (Taylor) "got all (my) stuff packed?" Well, having no idea what he was talking about, I can't help him with any sort of affirming information, even though he persists with his questions until we part ways completely (I was walking into the SDO/SLO/Frazier building, he to Gettys).
I make my way out to the apartments to 1) go to Katie's flat; and 2) because I was going to pick up a candle at Erica Valenta's place for Midnight March, last night...or...this morning. At any rate, I'm out in Independence Village. As I leave Erica's apartment, Lindsey Harkrider, who lives there as well, hands me a candle saying it's from her, and gives me an...odd...? yes, odd look as I walk out the door.
Once at Katie's, five of us -- Garrett Smith, Katie Leibert, Hayley Friedman, Lindsey Villareal, and myself -- take off in Lindsey's car towards Pho's, explaining that Landon and Autumn (Woolsey) had gone on ahead of us and would be waiting for us to arrive.
About half way to RR, we make a pit stop at a gas station just outside of Georgetown (Landon's hometown). While mingling around the car, I tell Katie of my odd run-in with Wade earlier at the SDO. She tells me that all of her over-night stuff is gone, and she can't even find her tennis shoes or pillow and blankets. What's more, is that Garrett aparently sent her a text message right after departure from campus telling her that he told "Daniel" that I would not be at Midnight March, and to explain that to Glynis and Erica. Katie replies to this text message courteously, to which Garrett replies, "Oh, wrong number. Hello from the back seat!"
Something is obviously up.
Well, Lindsey manuevers the car back on to I-35, but this time going North, instead of South to RR, and it's clear something is going on. We make a few a turns, we go here, we go there, I ask if I'll still be back in time for duty at 7:00, and Lindsey answers yes.
Eventually, we get lost and wait about 15 minutes for Sterling Kay Parker, of all people, accompanied by Autumn to come to our rescue and take us to our destination.
After a few more minutes of driving around the more scenic routes of Georgetown, and a few more wrong turns, we find ourselves entering a Texas state park. Sterling and Autumn pay for our entry into the park, and we follow the winding road deeper and deeper into the park. We finally stop, park, and get out, at a camp site maybe 100 yards off of the water's edge of Lake Georgetown, furnished with a tent, two kayaks, fishing poles, our clothes for a night's stay, and Landon scurying around the site perparing things for us, Katie and me. Everyone I ran into from Gettys to Beall, from Wade to Garrett and from Lindsey Villareal to Lindsey Harkrider, knew about it.
Our friends put together a surprise birthday camp-out at Lake Georgetown, just for us. We had 6 kayaks for 8 people, ribs for dinner, and afterwards a camp fire and smores. I even made a torch out of a log, rolled up newspapers, and cooking spray. Twas fun. In the morning, this morning really, we fished, we kayaked, and we ate smores and granola bars for breakfast. Katie and I paddled across the lake to some cliffs, got out, walked around, and found a football to throw back and forth to each other on the way back. All in all, it was a great birthday.
Thank you friends, I love you. I dedicate this birthday, and this blogpost, to you guys.
Lovelovelove
geoff
Katie Leibert's birthday was on Thursday, April 17th, and she and I had planned on celebrating our birthdays together on Thursday, April 24th, halfway point, you see?
Well, one of her flatmates decided she wanted to take Katie to Pho's (Vietnamese restaurant in Round Rock, Khang claims it's pronounced like "fuhz"). Anyway, the plan was to go on Friday, yesterday, around 4:30 and we would be back by 7:00 PM for me to be on weekend duty in the Ghetto.
On my way over to Katie's flat in Beall, I run into Wade Rogers, who asks me if Landon (Taylor) "got all (my) stuff packed?" Well, having no idea what he was talking about, I can't help him with any sort of affirming information, even though he persists with his questions until we part ways completely (I was walking into the SDO/SLO/Frazier building, he to Gettys).
I make my way out to the apartments to 1) go to Katie's flat; and 2) because I was going to pick up a candle at Erica Valenta's place for Midnight March, last night...or...this morning. At any rate, I'm out in Independence Village. As I leave Erica's apartment, Lindsey Harkrider, who lives there as well, hands me a candle saying it's from her, and gives me an...odd...? yes, odd look as I walk out the door.
Once at Katie's, five of us -- Garrett Smith, Katie Leibert, Hayley Friedman, Lindsey Villareal, and myself -- take off in Lindsey's car towards Pho's, explaining that Landon and Autumn (Woolsey) had gone on ahead of us and would be waiting for us to arrive.
About half way to RR, we make a pit stop at a gas station just outside of Georgetown (Landon's hometown). While mingling around the car, I tell Katie of my odd run-in with Wade earlier at the SDO. She tells me that all of her over-night stuff is gone, and she can't even find her tennis shoes or pillow and blankets. What's more, is that Garrett aparently sent her a text message right after departure from campus telling her that he told "Daniel" that I would not be at Midnight March, and to explain that to Glynis and Erica. Katie replies to this text message courteously, to which Garrett replies, "Oh, wrong number. Hello from the back seat!"
Something is obviously up.
Well, Lindsey manuevers the car back on to I-35, but this time going North, instead of South to RR, and it's clear something is going on. We make a few a turns, we go here, we go there, I ask if I'll still be back in time for duty at 7:00, and Lindsey answers yes.
Eventually, we get lost and wait about 15 minutes for Sterling Kay Parker, of all people, accompanied by Autumn to come to our rescue and take us to our destination.
After a few more minutes of driving around the more scenic routes of Georgetown, and a few more wrong turns, we find ourselves entering a Texas state park. Sterling and Autumn pay for our entry into the park, and we follow the winding road deeper and deeper into the park. We finally stop, park, and get out, at a camp site maybe 100 yards off of the water's edge of Lake Georgetown, furnished with a tent, two kayaks, fishing poles, our clothes for a night's stay, and Landon scurying around the site perparing things for us, Katie and me. Everyone I ran into from Gettys to Beall, from Wade to Garrett and from Lindsey Villareal to Lindsey Harkrider, knew about it.
Our friends put together a surprise birthday camp-out at Lake Georgetown, just for us. We had 6 kayaks for 8 people, ribs for dinner, and afterwards a camp fire and smores. I even made a torch out of a log, rolled up newspapers, and cooking spray. Twas fun. In the morning, this morning really, we fished, we kayaked, and we ate smores and granola bars for breakfast. Katie and I paddled across the lake to some cliffs, got out, walked around, and found a football to throw back and forth to each other on the way back. All in all, it was a great birthday.
Thank you friends, I love you. I dedicate this birthday, and this blogpost, to you guys.
Lovelovelove
geoff
Friday, April 11, 2008
I ain't sayin she's a gold digger
So, apparently, my birthday is coming up. April 30th, to be exact. Saturday, April 30th, 1988, 8:39 PM, 8 lbs. 10 oz. Yeah, that's me.
Umm, so, tradition in my family has been in the past for people to make a list for birthdays and Christmas and stuff, so, here's my list. If you want to get me something off of it, I would not stop you. But if you don't, I understand that our relationship is completely immaterial. Thanks.
Umm, so, tradition in my family has been in the past for people to make a list for birthdays and Christmas and stuff, so, here's my list. If you want to get me something off of it, I would not stop you. But if you don't, I understand that our relationship is completely immaterial. Thanks.
- Juno soundtrack
- Juno
- Kill Bill Vol. 1&2
- Kill Bill soundtrack
- Across the Universe soundtrack
- Garden State soundtrack
- iHome
- iTunes gift cards
- Gift cards to the following places: Whataburger, Taco Bell, Starbucks, Sonic, Wal*Mart, Target
- Free tuition
- A house
- Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack (all 3, if possible, but definitely the second one if I had to choose)
- A Collision, by David Crowder
- Make Believe, be Weezer
- Stadium Arcadium, by Red Hot Chilipeppers
- Lucky Number Slevin -- it's a movie
- M*A*S*H the series, on DVD
- Adapter for my iPod so I can listen to it in the car, and charge it at the same time
Monday, April 7, 2008
There's a breeze blowin' through, here tonight
I think those are the right words. Oh well.
A lot of things have been going on lately. I think most of blogs have been rushed through to the end so I can feel some sense of accomplishment for posting a new blog. I guess it's just that time of year again, when time is too short, and the schedule is too full. I don't know.
I finalized my schedule for the fall today, for the last time. I'm taking 14 hours, Psychology of Leadership (3 hrs), Abnormal Psychology (3 hrs), Christian Counseling in a Church Setting (3 hrs), Intermediate Greek I (the first semester, which is 4 hrs), and the Honors Seminar (1 hr). I don't think it'll be too much, especially since I'm on the decline with responsibility and on-campus involvement.
I won't be doing SGA (heartbreaking, really), I don't have any plans on coming back as an RA, so far. I will be involved with Student Foundation and searchCRU, which each take only about 1 to 2 days a month, so I should be good. And of course, I'll still be interning at FBC Belton. Hopefully, with a bit of a raise this time around.
Umm, still don't have a place to live in the fall, either. I've had a few different offers for the summer, but I haven't really investigated any of them to the furthest extent. Maybe I'll get to that this week.
I'm also planning on taking Spanish at TC this summer. Hopefully that'll work out for me and I can work on my minor. Hopefully.
Encouraging chat with KB today. It was good, but I haven't showered since Saturday night, so I do not smell good. I do not smell good.
Okay. This has been a bit of a ramble, but I just needed to unload a few things off of my plate. I hope all is well with you and yours.
Later Days Y'all
A lot of things have been going on lately. I think most of blogs have been rushed through to the end so I can feel some sense of accomplishment for posting a new blog. I guess it's just that time of year again, when time is too short, and the schedule is too full. I don't know.
I finalized my schedule for the fall today, for the last time. I'm taking 14 hours, Psychology of Leadership (3 hrs), Abnormal Psychology (3 hrs), Christian Counseling in a Church Setting (3 hrs), Intermediate Greek I (the first semester, which is 4 hrs), and the Honors Seminar (1 hr). I don't think it'll be too much, especially since I'm on the decline with responsibility and on-campus involvement.
I won't be doing SGA (heartbreaking, really), I don't have any plans on coming back as an RA, so far. I will be involved with Student Foundation and searchCRU, which each take only about 1 to 2 days a month, so I should be good. And of course, I'll still be interning at FBC Belton. Hopefully, with a bit of a raise this time around.
Umm, still don't have a place to live in the fall, either. I've had a few different offers for the summer, but I haven't really investigated any of them to the furthest extent. Maybe I'll get to that this week.
I'm also planning on taking Spanish at TC this summer. Hopefully that'll work out for me and I can work on my minor. Hopefully.
Encouraging chat with KB today. It was good, but I haven't showered since Saturday night, so I do not smell good. I do not smell good.
Okay. This has been a bit of a ramble, but I just needed to unload a few things off of my plate. I hope all is well with you and yours.
Later Days Y'all
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Hey Baby Hey Baby HEY!
So, I made the decision yesterday that I want good music to listen to for....meditation purposes. I don't mean meditation in the goofy, New Age, Middle Eastern meditation to reach Nirvana, but for those quiet moments when I'm trying to think or reading and pouring through scripture. Something to help my ponderings to flow smoother.
I'm looking for something good, too. Something with significant musical substance, slower tempo and beat, but still fluid and moving. Something melodic and peaceful, not so boxy like punk or ska or rock. Does that make sense?
I know there are quite a few of you that read my blog, or at least have in the past. Mary, Glynis, Dani Beth to name a few, Khang, Steven Hill, and KB to name a few more. I hope somewhere between the six of you and everyone else that wasn't named I can find enough to put together a nice playlist.
I'm looking for anything from one specific song, to a really good artist, to something you heard once upon a time in an elevator or while on hold with Bank of America. I'll swing for anything Christian, classical, jazz, or maybe some decent New Age Enya type stuff. But, please don't be offended if I don't take to it. We're all different after all, aren't we?
Thanks!
I'm looking for something good, too. Something with significant musical substance, slower tempo and beat, but still fluid and moving. Something melodic and peaceful, not so boxy like punk or ska or rock. Does that make sense?
I know there are quite a few of you that read my blog, or at least have in the past. Mary, Glynis, Dani Beth to name a few, Khang, Steven Hill, and KB to name a few more. I hope somewhere between the six of you and everyone else that wasn't named I can find enough to put together a nice playlist.
I'm looking for anything from one specific song, to a really good artist, to something you heard once upon a time in an elevator or while on hold with Bank of America. I'll swing for anything Christian, classical, jazz, or maybe some decent New Age Enya type stuff. But, please don't be offended if I don't take to it. We're all different after all, aren't we?
Thanks!
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