It's a Beautiful Day

Holy crap. I love those two words. Hmm.

It's good to be blogging again. I know I blogged early-early yesterday morning, but I feel as if I've lived a thousand lifetimes since then.
GOOD NEWS!!! I've put more thought to the whole "pursuing-a-girl" jazz. Umm, here it goes:

• I've started with prayer. Before I go to be at night, I pray. Before I get too far into my day, I pray. It's, uh, been interesting. My prayers have grown from "God, grant me the enabling to simply be a friend," to something much deeper and more intimate. I don't note this to build myself up and sound ultra-pious, but to let you know that I have grown. The depth to which God has grown me is a little too personal for a blog on the world wide web, but I have suddenly grown into a new relationship and understanding with God my Father. It's a relationship of sacrifice, because for all I know God may answer my prayer with a new direction, but it's a necessary step that must be taken.
• I've also learned a huge lesson in respect and self-control and patience. I know it's not fair for me to throw three of those into one like that, however they all just kind of came at me in one thought because I see how they are related. I'll try to divide and conquer so it's a little more easy to understand.
  When pursuing a girl and a lady and a woman of God, you have to understand before almost anything else that she is a person too, with her own story, her own friends, her own life, her own choices to make. The next step in that understanding is embracing respect for her story, her friends, her life, her choices. It then takes self-control and patience to constantly remind yourself NOT to monopolize and consume her time, and to respect how she chooses to interact with the above in her day-to-day.
• This leaves us with honesty. Honesty with yourself, honesty with her, honesty with God, honesty with your friends and her friends, and honesty with society at large. People aren't stupid, however they are prone to persuasion, and the more time and energy you invest in some one the more easily he or she will be persuaded to perceive care and concern on your part. If it is real, and genuine, then honesty will continue to carry the relationship on to wherever it leads. If it is misinterpreted and wrong, then honesty will steer the relationship to its next point in life. At either end of the spectrum, honesty is huge.

I don't know if you can get anything out of this, but it's just what I've come across and discovered in the past couple of days. Please don't be fooled into thinking that because I have discovered these joys that I am putting them into practice and "perfecting my craft" (it's an expression, not a statement of fact), almost the opposite; I would actually want to urge you to understand that my story has been one of struggle, one of sacrificing my pride and interests for the betterment of the relationship, and in their place I have chased after the elements mentioned above.
Having said all of this, there is a very obvious elephant in the room. If this post has lead you to the assuming question that perhaps I am speaking from recent, practical experience, then yes is your answer.

To change topics slightly, this should not be much longer, I am tired. I have not been sleeping as much as need be in the past few nights, and I think my contact lenses have been out of my eyes more than 8 hours once in the last 12 days. Tonight, I want to go to bed early, and sleep well.
I've noticed that with the steady decline in my sleep I've also seen a noticable increase in my agitation come daybreak, and a decrease in my performance in my academic, social, and physical endeavors (the day-to-day hustle and bustle) and I hope that by committing to more sleep tonight that I can awake refreshed and restrengthened for a new, beautiful day. That's what I strive for, and I think after all things are stripped away from today, I can say with honesty that it has been a beautiful day.

Move Along

Tonight is shaping up to be the most annoying night on duty yet. There is one resident in particular who has annoyed from the first day he moved in that does nothing but sit in the lobby every night and brag about how good he must be at whatever it is he happens to be playing at the time. And by brag, I really mean he says "YAAA CUDDAY!!!!"
The word "Cuddy" is a word I first heard as fashioned by the incredible Quincy Daniels. Quincy, or Chocolate Bear as I like to call him, only used it when he was talking to me as a word of encouragement in place of my name, and his pronunciation of the word was more like a "cuddy," but with the "y" sound dropped off a bit, almost to the point where you really weren't too sure what he was saying.
This kid uses it so frequently, I cringe every time I hear his voice because I know what's coming. Beyond that point, he's just an annoying bragadocious guy in the first place so if he were to disappear tomorrow, I probably wouldn't miss him even at all.
After this guy, there are the girls. The same girls who come into the lobby just about every night so they can hang out with the guys. Don't even get me started on this one. Let me say this much and I hope it will suffice -- GTFO!!!!!!1

Moving right along, I am coming to the ever clearing realization that I miss having the company of an awesome, genuine, real relationship of another person in my life. Maybe a girl and girlfriend, or maybe another amazing best guy friend I can phileo for life. Either way, I'm missing it.
But beyond just the normal missage I experience on a day-to-day basis, I find myself wondering about girls an awful lot. It has been some time since my last relationship with a girl, and I wonder if there is a girl out there with her eye on me, and if there is, I wonder how great she looks on a scale of 1-10. I have had my eye on a specific chica for some time now, however everytime I get near her I get so nervous I can't say anything, and so I pull out my phone and pretend that whatever it is on my phone is infinitely more interesting than looking around. I know that sounds odd, me with nothing to say, however she has some sort of effect on me to the point where I am rendered almost completely paralyzed. I haven't felt this in...oh, some time.
I am enjoying Greek. Greek=Fun for me.
Alright possums, I'm out.