Moving Day

Well, I got an apartment. I'm going to be moving all my stuff tomorrow. I've also got an interview, so it'll probably be a pretty long day. Especially since it came up so fast. I just found out I got the apartment today, so I've been trying to get things packed up. In fact, I'm going to start packing up parts of my computer as soon as I get done with this entry.

Also, I'm not sure whether or not I'll have internet right away, so I can't guarantee I'll be able to make the next "Fictional Friday" and "Musical Monday" posts.

Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm gonna wrap this up so I can hit the sack soon.

Musical Monday

Well, yesterday was Father's day. I thought this song was appropriate for this week's selection. I've always liked this song. I was lucky to have a father with the attitude in this song. I know his earthly father wasn't around most of the years while he was growing up, but he didn't let that stop him from being there for me. In fact, I think it made him more determined to be there for my sisters and me. Not only was her there though(which is more than a lot of people can say about their fathers sadly), but he always tried to let us see Jesus through him just like this song says.

Thanks Dad :)


Artist: Phillips Craig And Dean
Song: I Want To Be Just Like You

He climbs in my lap for a goodnight hug
He calls me Dad and I call him Bub
With his faded old pillow and a bear named Pooh
He snuggles up close and says, "I want to be like you"
I tuck him in bed and I kiss him goodnight
Trippin' over the toys as I turn out the light
And I whisper a prayer that someday he'll see
He's got a father in God 'cause he's seen Jesus in me

Lord, I want to be just like You
'Cause he wants to be just like me
I want to be a holy example
For his innocent eyes to see
Help me be a living Bible, Lord
That my little boy can read
I want to be just like You
'Cause he wants to be like me

Got to admit I've got so far to go
Make so many mistakes and I'm sure that You know
Sometimes it seems no matter how hard I try
With all the pressures in life I just can't get it all right
But I'm trying so hard to learn from the best
Being patient and kind, filled with Your tenderness
'Cause I know that he'll learn from the things that he sees
And the Jesus he finds will be the Jesus in me
Right now from where he stands I may seem mighty tall
But it's only 'cause I'm learning from the best Father of them all

Fictional Friday - It All Starts Here

Alright, it's been a long day, so this is coming kind of late. It was pretty fun though. I don't normally begin writing something without planning out out first(I can't plan too much since you guys are choosing where this goes). That should make this interesting. I think it worked for the first entry, hopefully it will continue to work through the rest of the story. I wasn't really sure how long to make it. I'm sure I'll get more a feel for that, as this goes. Any comments on the length(or the writing in general) are welcome. I'm open to criticism as long as it's constructive. Make sure you remember to vote too! Anyway, here is the first entry in this, so far, nameless story.

Jerry sat in shock as he watched the men disappear into the dense forest dragging Samantha with them. He tried to cry out, but no words came. All that came out were some vague guttural noises.

Looking around at the small glade, a flood of emotions and memories overwhelmed him. Memories of the night they discovered the glade. They had snuck away from their childhood responsibilities to be together. Over the years, they had frequently come back to this place when they wanted to be alone.

This time, they had come to hide. A messenger had come to warn them that the men were coming for Sam, but it was too late. They must have seen the two of them running off into the woods. They knew it wasn’t a very good hiding spot, but they couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.

A sudden clap of thunder and flash of lightning brought Jerry back to the present. Already the footsteps were fading. Before long, he would not be able to hear them. He had to find some way to get loose. The men had forced him to the ground before wrapping his arms behind his back and around a tree. He had not seen what they used to tie his wrists together, but it felt like a rough cloth of some kind.

As he struggled to free himself, a heavy rain began to fall. After several minutes of pulling, twisting, tugging, writhing, and any combination of other movements he thought might loosen his bonds, his wrists began to bleed. He didn’t notice the pain though. All he noticed was that the rain had began to soak into the cloth that bound his hands. Gradually, his efforts were loosening his restraints.

By the time he was free, nearly an hour had passed since Samantha had been dragged away. As soon as the wet bloody rag fell from his wrists, he stood up to begin the chase. He made it three steps before collapsing. He wouldn’t have made it that far if not for the momentum from his right leg. His left leg had apparently been dislocated at the hip during the fight. The sudden jolt of pain made his stomach churn. Moments later, he lay unconscious on the ground.

What should Jerry do when he regains consciousness?
A)Begin chasing after Samantha and her captors immediately! He's got to make up for lost time.
B)Go back to the village, see if anyone else was injured/taken, and hopefully find some more people to help.
C)Heal up and then begin intense physical training so he will have the strength to fend of the dangers of his coming adventure.


Oh and by the way, the last vote decided that the main character's primary driving force in this tale will be his lust for revenge.

Musical Mondays

Alright, it's time for me to post another song that I like. I'm not really sure what I can say about this one other than what the lyrics themselves already say. So without further adieu...

Sonicflood - All I've Failed To Be

God above, I'm in awe
Of Your perfect love
Humbly I come to Your throne
of grace
For a taste of You

Jesus Christ, I'm in awe
Of Your sacrifice
Holy I stand in Your presence here
I am near to You

I'm praying Lord break me
I'm praying Lord take me
I'm praying Lord make me
All I've failed to be

God above, I'm in awe
Of Your perfect love
Humbly I come to Your throne
of grace
For a taste of You

Jesus Christ, I'm in awe
Of Your sacrifice
Holy I stand in Your presence here
I am near to You

When all around is falling out
When I forget what I'm about
Sometimes the best that I can do
Is to desire to desire You

Break my heart, take me Lord
Make me whole
I need You
God above

Fictional Fridays?

Hmm... So I've got "Musical Mondays," right? Well, why not "Fictional Fridays"?

It's time to vote on some more details of the "Choose Your Own Adventure" posts I'm going to be doing. The first vote decided that the main character is going to be an animal. With that out of the way, there's one more thing to decide on before the real fun begins.

What will the main character's primary goal be?

A)Rescue a "damsel in distress"
B)Rid the world of some great evil force(this one may be a part of it if any of the others are chosen, but not necessarily his main focus)
C)Revenge for something from his past(perhaps a murdered friend or family member)
D)To become more powerful

Choose Your Own Adventure!

With all the wandering my mind does, I'm bound to come across a good idea now and then. I think I've done just that today. Hopefully some of you will agree, because this idea won't really work if I'm the only one that likes it.

Do you remember those "choose your own adventure" books? You know the ones where it gives you the option to choose what the main character does in each potentially hazardous situation? For example:

"The goblins are quickly closing in, but you've run into the edge of a vast canyon. You nearly fall as you look over the edge noticing that the great river below looks like a small trickling stream. Turning around to look for some other means of escape, you see that you've been surrounded by a small army of disfigured green creatures."

"If you'd like to stand and fight the goblins, turn to page 94.
If you'd like to surrender to the goblins, turn to page 121.
If you'd like to jump into the canyon below, turn to page 62."

Well, my idea was that I could do something like that with my blog. I can write a story, and allow you, the reader, to control what happens between each section. Taking it a step farther, I'm going to even let you choose who the main character is before I start writing. So, here is the first choice:

Should the main character be:
A) A boy/man?
B) A girl/woman?
C) An animal?
D) An inanimate object that has somehow been given the ability to move around and interact with it's environment, possibly even the ability to speak?


Now just post a comment with your choice. This one probably isn't too bad, but for future reference, choose carefully. I'm giving you the power to control the story, but that power may be somewhat of a monkey's paw. You may not always get what you're expecting.

Musical Monday

I thought this song fit well with my post last week about tolerance. As a nation, we're falling asleep. Or as this song puts it "we’re sung to sleep by philosophies
that save the trees and kill the children." Anyway, I don't really know what else to add, so I'll just move on to the song.


Casting Crowns - While You Were Sleeping

Oh little town of Bethlehem
Looks like another silent night
Above your deep and dreamless sleep
A giant star lights up the sky
And while you’re lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the King has left His throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight, tonight

Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
For God became a man
And stepped into your world today
Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

Oh little town of Jerusalem
Looks like another silent night
The Father gave His only Son
The Way, the Truth, the Life had come
But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save

Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today
Jerusalem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we’re sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees and kill the children
And while we’re lying in the dark
There’s a shout heard ‘cross the eastern sky
For the Bridegroom has returned
And has carried His bride away in the night, in the night

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping
Will Jesus come again
And leave us slumbering where we lay
America, will we go down in history
As a nation with no room for its King
Will we be sleeping?
Will we be sleeping?

United States of America
Looks like another silent night

Anticipation Cancellation

Well, the Collide Festival that I was looking forward to so much has been canceled(until next year) due to all the rain we've been getting in the area over the past weeks. The grounds were soaked, and they didn't think it would be possible to get anything set up. Plus, they were concerned about the safety of the crowd.

So now, I have an empty week. I think I'm going to go get an apartment application on Tuesday. I also plan to figure out how to make a resume(and then actually make it).