Jesus and moms

I have come to notice that there are a lot of Jesus loving blogs on this blogger account. Like there is a mature feeling of spirituality. Then comes the mommy blogs, or the blogs that pertain to family or blogs dedicated to their little bundle of joy.

I don't have a bundle wrapped up, nor do I have a strong attachment to the lord. I just write. I just belong to writing. That and food, and reading. And maybe some good television if the occasion calls for it.

Although I do feel as though I should bring myself closer to Jesus and God, but given the agnostic viewpoints that I have grown up with (even though I was raised Catholic and go to a Seventh Day Adventist school), I have never truly opened up and studied a bible. Even my brother, who is recently trying to study Buddhism, has tried to get into a certain religion that he feels comfortable practicing.

I still need to find that religion which brings me a spiritual understanding to bring me closer to God. I mean, He has done so much for me, and has taught me well (to be good I mean). I am indebted to His service. But I still feel that distance between God and myself. I am just not comfortable to fully commit myself to servicing God, but I still pray from time to time.

I pray to Jesus and God to keep me safe, grant me certain wishes, but more than anything I pray for my family and loved ones, even though I selfishly do so. I never give thanks for all that He has given me, but I know deep down he understands. It's still not time for me to get into that spiritual funk. For now, I'll just pray.

Praying is still praying isn't it?

I have irks and pet peeves

I was just looking over some of my agendas for class assignments and I couldn't find the one for Religion in Three Cultures. The charming Dr. Teel and charismatic Dr. Jones failed to upload their lesson plans online.

Nobody cares to know how much of a perfectionist I have become, but I would like to point out that when and if I need a lesson plan to at least scan my schedule for the week, I would like to know that it is reachable. And by reachable, I mean posting it on Blackboard like all the other competent professors do.

I have also come to think that this blogging is a good outlet to give into a sudden charge for inspiration. Already I want to type about insufficient and inexperienced professors, and promoting their in-competencies, but that would probably me label me as a villain, and these poor individuals have a hard time enough as it is, reading through papers that they have assigned to us.

Perhaps they were better off not teaching.

I'm sorry, I have said too much, and the anger just spewed over, if one would call this anger. Now that I am looking back and giving it my usual once over to see that I have not made a grammatical error, I guess I should not be as hard on them.

Besides, I can always just go home and get the lesson plan there. I'm just having a little fit for no reason, other than the fact that I just felt like typing up a problem. A problem which in itself can be fixed.

Ciao

A word to the wise for those that like to blog on the go from their mobile devices and have this app called the BlogPress app: do not define anything. It just crashed on me as I was trying to see if rebuke would have been an appropriate term in a certain sentence (which totally would have, now that I think about it) and now I have to start again from scratch. Luckily for me, I don't remember what I wrote so I get to retype everything as if it never was! (did you note the sarcasm?)

I was talking about my service learning (community service that is involuntary voluntary) and about the man that I am working with for my service learning, a Cuban born Spaniard I called him, which makes me agreeable to the witty use of ethnicities (born in Spain, raised in Cuba, just giving out a clarification).

I gave a little detail into his life and how well he has been off career wise, family wise, education wise. To say that he is a well rounded 80 year old is putting it delicately.

He is proficient in his piano skills and wishes to teach me, as something to remember him by he says. I am willing to learn from anyone at this point. I always wanted to learn, but due to a families lack of understanding in the arts, this has proven to be difficult. They sure appreciate it, but they don't have that strong want to greater understand it.

I have been waiting for at least half hour, and plan to wait just a few minutes more before that febreeze wannabe contraption to my right squirts again, making me jump more than when the elevator dings that it has reached the 16th floor and my head props up from whatever I am typing to see if the person that pops out is Dr. Morales.

Still dings, still nothing.

Just 20 more minutes.

Sylvia Plath

Where has she been all my life? Her novel is flawless. I barely read into the first five chapters and already I feel as though she knows who I am as a person. She has conveyed a character that is literally anti social, secluded, has a hard time getting along with people, knows how to smartly over come educational purposes and is a big time eater.

She has made a character that is me. And I am both flattered and intrigued.

Change is good

I decided to work somethings around on my blog. I changed the title, worked the layout a bit. Gave it a nice blue instead of the mustard yellow with orange. It makes it look more sedated. I also decided to be a little bit more descriptive in what I loved. I didn't notice that I was so blah about it. Like if I didn't care much for the things that I loved. Almost as if I was bunching up a ton of things instead of giving each one an original category. Besides being too bland about it, I was too impersonal, as if I didn't care, as far as having hobbies and priorities go. I will admit that I am secretive about certain areas in my life (kind of like how every naked woman covers the private parts but lets the breasts hang out provocatively). But you need to give enough of yourself to show that you are not just average; just enough to keep the company happy. In the event of changing things around, I celebrate and declare to have the finest yet cheapest wine and pour it out into a elegant cup.

You know what they say, people like change. I am a person which is by definition a single people, so I also love change. Hopefully, there will be more changes in my life that I am awaiting. :)

I believe this to be true.

If you have an ounce of confidence, you can do anything. I just finished typing up a book report without reading a book. I just browsed through people's review pages and whatnot. Trust me, if there was a wiki page that would have been the first that I would have searched and scratched.
I wish I would have had time to read it though. In the reviews they talk about the fascination of the south and how Campbell (the author) and his brother Joe are trying to make a living after the war breaking out and just overcoming the Great Depression. I'm never going to deny a book that it is good without actually reading them (Do not get me started on those Twilight books).
I think it must have been fascinating to go through the ups and down the reviews say that Will and Joe underwent. And maybe when it's vacation time I will grab the urge to read it. But, what I was trying to get to is, be confident in writing. I have to much of it thanks to the primping of the writing classes that they have here at school. But I have to say, I no longer use words like probably, kind of, supposedly, and more than anything ALMOST, unless I must.
You have no idea the strength that can come from a person's mouth (or from a mind if you are not speaking) that can demonstrate the ability of being superior in writing just by eliminating simple and unecessary words.
Okay, that's enough of that. Time to edit that book report.

“How does one identify love, lust, and desire?.. For sake of structure, let’s set out to define all three terms. Lust if straightforward sex. Great sex. It’s a chemical energy fused with unavoidable attraction that makes cheeks flush and panties moisten. Love happens when great sex finds best friend, when compatibility and passion lock in stalemate. But desire? Desire is a tricky, fickle, little bastard influenced by a vast array of things such as competitive nature, insecurity, and power struggles. Desire is a misery wrapped into a furious moment of flashing eyes and frustrating patience.”

Just a random quote I found.

Today was such a slow day. And that's saying that I went to swim at 7 in the morning, rushing to school to get i to warm water or freeze in my bathing suit above ground.

I mean to say it was boring in the workplace. I had nothing to do all day that ended up propping my iPad into a horizontal position and started watching inception. The whole concept of the dream within a dream brings such fascination to few.

I tried focusing my attention in class and I ended up almost sleeping every time. It wasn't until we got into the philosophical point of view of religion and science that I began to pay attention.

I decided to go back to work just to see if there was something to do. And there was. Looks like my work is ready for me tomorrow, after an hour swim.