This World Has Nothing For Me

Multi-purpose SAY IT HERE post. Questions, comments, critques, plottings? Have at it! All considerations for privacy are taken, all requests for kindness are done.

( Thread List )

I got it! I got in!

Mozambique, here I come. ...right after finals.

Best part of Spring Break? Being in this living room:

( Trouble Won't Go )

Three more weeks to finals. Heading down to Brooklyn for the night - planning something ridiculous at 11 tomorrow with marshmallows. Curious? Meet at the quad.

( Traditional Friday Night Phone Call to Dad )

[Filtered from Mr. Thomas, Dev, and Jason]

I don't know what's going on. She won't talk about it. She acts like nothing's wrong.

I haven't heard her sing in a month. She still goes down on Friday nights, and Jason says she's playing there, but she was always humming around the room or working on a song or... something. And she doesn't laugh but that she sounds like she's mocking something, she won't meet anyone's gaze for too long, and she won't let herself be touched.

In and out of the room -- studying and avoiding me and acting like a puppet!Dev.

It's getting to the point where I feel like I need to tell someone, but she keeps saying she's fine. I don't if I should keep pushing or... what.

This is not right. She's not supposed to be the moody one here!

It's too early in the semester for this. I don't like feeling like I don't know what's going on and -- Dev is definitely keeping something to herself.

She missed all her classes on Friday and Brooklyn, and now she won't leave the prayer closet.

So here's the question -- who knows what broke my roommate? The sooner I hunt them down and kill them, the sooner I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming.

( Phone Call to 'Charles' )

( Email to Lex Forsyth )

So -- yeah. This semester is gonna be... yeah.

Wow. OK. Eloquent.

The work load's less! I'm enjoying my classes. The kids in Brooklyn are doing really great, actually. They were not happy with me for being away all over winter break, even though they pretended to understand. I know that we're doing the best we can but it's like -- just one day during the week, just during the school year...

Anyway -- my missiology prof has us reading Chesterton for some reason. Not that I'm complaining -- that's one book I was able to find online for free. There's some good stuff in it, though. I'll have to go dig through later for some quotes.

( Private )

Well, I'm back! Made it through registration today, and it was kinda awesome not to have to wait on line at the bookstore. Everything should be all set for the first day of classes tomorrow!

I always try to make spring semester a little lighter than fall, 'cause there are those April days that just beg you to cut. Even though April seems like it's a thousand years away right now... today was still a gorgeous 45 degrees! That's almost like spring!

I thought I was going to have to get a bus from La Guadia and then take the train up, but Jason came to pick me up instead, which was totally sweet. He somehow managed to pick up a tan over winter break, which is completely unfair. He said he went down to Mexico on a two week mission's trip, and couldn't stop talking about it... which so totally does not help me get over this crush at all, because... what if..

Spoke with Joy -- she's not doing so great. We're going to see what we can do around campus to get some real help down there. I wish there was more that you could actually do in times like this.

[Locked to friends]

So, back to school shopping with Mom, and the universe has once again righted its course. We have absolutely nothing in common when it comes to style. I think I might have horrified her with my choice of skirt. And plaid, she likes, but not in stockings.

Yeah, that was fun. In other news, I think I have just about finished this chorus. It's light and silly and so not the way I feel simple, but I think it'll go over all right.

I've got -- what -- five more days? I'm flying back to NY on Sunday so... yeah, that's about right. I'm trying to cram in more time with friends, but I'll admit I'm starting to get fidgety.

Coll Dean -- craisens or dried cherries?

Seven more precious days of freedom. I think I'll beg off on babysitting duty to do a little more grown-up things. ...if I can remember what grown-up things are. Dora and Diego can't tag along, right?

I don't want to go back. It feels like I just got here. I don't want to...

[Private]
So, how bad of an idea is it to contact a demon for information about a creepy criminal stalker? Would that be:

A) Really bad.
B) Really, really freaking bad.
C) What the fuck are you drinking, Dev?

Maybe I could try Remy... or Samael... but, I don't know, that seems weird too. And -- I mean, if anyone knows evil...

No. Just. Pray. Leave it alone, Dev.
[/Private]

( Phone Call to John Thomas )

( Private )

We live, we love, we forgive and never give up
Cuz the days we are given are gifts from above
And today we remember to live and to love

Dude, little kids have more energy than a lightning bolt. If I could bottle this and sell it, I'd have enough money to change the world.

ETA: ( Email to Lex Forsyth )

So, 36 hour New Year's party? There's a reason why I love YFC.

We had an all night worship meeting well into the New Year and broke down to play. Quelf and charades and Risk and this new game 'Settlers of Catan' and tons of food and caffeinated drinks -- and a big pile of sleeping bags on the side for when you wimped out.

My sleep schedule is all shot to pieces now. I just woke up, but -- it only happens once a year. A new year, new decade -- all fresh like a snow covered field. It'll be good. I just know it.

( Private to Zelus )

( Text to Ray Marshall )

( Text to Ashley )

I am dreading going to the airport tonight. They're telling me I have to get there three hours early. Three hours! And that I'm probably better off going five!

Don't wear your hair in a braid, don't bring a carry-on...

It almost tempts me to try a bus again.

So -- a merry Christmas to all, out there in internet land. I hope it was a very good one and full of less fighting than mine.

The year continues to end just as interesting as it has been all year. I can't wait to see the end of it what happens next.

But on the good news side -- I still serve a God who keeps His promises. The birth of His son is testament of that -- a funny thing: you don't celebrate the birthday of someone who's dead. The whole world celebrates His birth... and it's like part of a testimony that He is alive.

I was able to talk Ray and Dad into going to church with me on Christmas day... they haven't said much about it, but I'm glad that they went. I'll be with Dad as long as I can stand him accusing me of being an idiot until the 30th, then I'm flying home to Ohio. Sarah is throwing a New Year's Eve Party at the youth center, and I can't wait to go and forget all this!

I'm not sure what Ray's going to do... but I'm pretty sure he can't stay here. We're gonna hafta work that out.

( Private to College )

[Posted Via Public Internet Portal, locked from Dad]

In Alabama. Don't ask how.

This time, we are not being adventerous. No more buses! At least we're pretty close to home. We are waiting to board the train that will take us straight to Nashville. ...after a few stops. And three transfers. God help us.

Damnit, I will be home for Christmas Eve!

What the hell was I thinking?

Gritty, grimy, and gross, but I will be there! And with company. Unless I ditch his lazy ass. I can't believe he fell asleep and made us miss that last -- well, why should that stop be any different?

( Shipped Friday, Delivered to Dean Penn at NYU )

( Shipped Friday, Delivered to Remy's Office )

( Shipped Friday to whatever address she managed to con out of Zelus )

( Present for Alex. )

FREEEEEEEDOOOOM.

Sweet, sweet, sweet freedom. I have NO IDEA how I did, but I don't CARE. I am going to crash as soon as I can get my bed clear and then wake up in time to throw some things together and grab my guitar for the party tonight in Brooklyn.

It. Is. FREEZING! The heat had better work tonight, or else we're all gonna die.

Should I? Maybe I should ask? Oh screw it, I am too tired to deal with this --

ALSO! Anonymous present giver! Thank you for my present, it is beautiful.

NO FINALS TOMORROW! Next final -- Wednesday! Two Thursday and then... and then I'm doomed. Shockingly enough, my grades didn't make the cut. The A&P final will be cumulative. Cumulative. There is no higher evil.

...except procrastination. Because it seems like your friend at the time. All I know is -- if I keep studying my brain is going to explode. And I do not have a final tomorrow. So I am not going to touch a book tonight, or pick up a single index card.

Because! Life is too short! And! The holidays are too crazy! And! We are young! No one can tell us we're wrong!

...and I'm fairly sure Melissa just had a run in with the infamous finals cellophane prank, and it's probably time to hide. Also, I may have had entirely too many jellybeans.

( Zel )

The location of the kidneys in relationship to the peritoneal lining of the abdominal cavity is referred to as --

Most glucose molecules are reabsorbed in the --

All the following are principle solutes of urine EXCEPT --

Sperm production begins in the --

The external genitalia of the female are collectively called --

The hormone that stimulates uterine contractions is --

...

The perils of monoculturalism as a missionary.. 'absolutist thinking, a naive ethnocentrism, realism, lack of respect of respect for other people's views...'

"At first anthropological linguists treated languages as autonomous structures...The theological question raised by cultural variance goes further..."

List the five eras of global evangelism defined by Ralph Winters and David Barrett and contrast the high and low points of two of each.

...

All this, the week before finals... I'm gonna die.

...that was the sound of what's left of my brain exploding.

Seriously, guys. The forbidden is forbidden for a reason. It's not gonna cuddle up to you. You're not safe just because he says so. That's just not the way things work.

But it's not like I don't understand the appeal.

Real life isn't a fairy tale. But that doesn't mean it can't have a happy ending -- just, running away won't help anything, you know? Though I can really, really, really understand that appeal.