I am sitting in the library, surrounded by Asians. I'm not trying to sound racist. It's not everyday that I find myself outnumbered fifteen to one by Asians! I really love asians. Not in a creepy way. But they are just so cool! if it weren't for Asians, there would be no Little Panda for me to indulge in. Just the thought of no Little Panda... NO! I refuse to even think about it! We really owe a lot to Asia. Mulan is one of the best movies ever. Who doesn't want to walk the Great Wall of China?? We've already talked about their amazing food. We wouldn't have ninja stars or the the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Ninja's for that matter! And don't forget about Video games! Asians practically invented them. Austin Fleet is like a quarter Asian. What would I do without that guy?? They are swell people. If you don't know a person of Asian descent, then get up right now and go meet one and thank him or her for all of his or her contributions to this world.
Anyways, so I've been analyzing myself. I'm kinda at a point where I am kind of trying to figure out who I am. But honestly, I think that's a dumb question. Who honestly knows who they are? Sure, you can probably come up with characteristics about yourself like, "I'm funny, or I'm sophisticated, or I'm sadistic and twisted, or I'm just a caring person," but is that really who you are?? If that's who a person is, then I don't see the big deal in searching for yourself, because naming character traits only takes about five seconds. When people say that they are going to 'find themselves,' what does that even mean?? I don't really think you can lose yourself. Maybe you forget what you stood for, but lose yourself? Your right there! Why do you even need to know who you are? You portray yourself without thinking about it. It's not like 'discovering your self' is going to change the way you already naturally act right? I bring this up, because I have no idea who I am! It's a mystery, and I don't really think there's a set in stone answer. I think a better question is, "What the crap is God's plan for my life??!?" *dodges lightning bolt for saying "crap" and "God" in same sentence* That's a feasible question, because I feel like people mess this one up all the time. If you honestly know the answer to that, then you deserve a prize. The trick for me is distinguishing between my own thoughts and feelings and God's thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I have this insatiable urge to do something, and I think that it must be God, but then I'm like, "Well, this could easily just be what I want..." It's complicated! One of my pet peeves is when I hear Christians say, "God was just leading me here." You know what I'm talking about? Their eyes kind of glaze over and they use that airy voice in a minor key. It's ridiculous! What did God knock on your door and say, "Excuse me Mister, but you have to go to Canada next year." Probably not. Now I know this sounds cynical, and I'm not trying to pass judgment... But I just don't believe it's that simple. In fact I know it's not! I've seen people do some crazy stuff because apparently God came in a dream or something, and it ended up going all wrong. It's possible that maybe I'm just not looking and listening with the right perspective. I just feel like when God tells me His plan for my life, I'll know 100% without a doubt.
Well now that that's outta my system... haha sometimes I crack myself up with my rants. I don't even know if what I just wrote makes sense! Like it makes sense in my mind, but sometimes it doesn't translate well to words... My apologies if your left scratching your head :)
Have a baller week!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Endurance
There are problems that come with sleeping in till one in the afternoon.
A: I am wide awake.
B: I haven't even been conscience for twelve hours today.
C: I feel like a bum.
These problems, especially number A, get magnified when I am in a bored-and-want-to-do-something-but-don't-feel-like-doing-anything mood. You know what I'm talking about? Right now I have so much energy, but it's late and I don't even know what I would do if I even had the drive to do something. So my fortune-telling skills tell me that my future has an extremely late night, an early morning, and a beast of a nap on the horizon.
I wasn't completely unproductive today. I went for a 2-mile run, and I felt like I went at a pretty good pace. I ran pretty quickly after I ate, so I got like four stitches in my body, one of which was in my back! Has that ever happened to you?? It's never happened to me before. So that was..different. But rumor has it that Abilene is hosting a full-out Marathon this fall. There's this insane thought in the back of my head. The very, very back. I'm a little nervous to listen to it, but it's telling me to run it. For the life of me, I have no idea why I would do that! I ran a half back in December, and I hated it! So a full Marathon is crazy-talk. I hated the half because both my hamstrings seized at mile 11 1/2, and I had to stop for several minutes and stretch and work them out before they would function again, and that ruined my pace and shot my pride because I couldn't say that I ran the whole way without stopping. But my muscles seizing was my own fault because I didn't hydrate and I didn't stretch well before the race. I guess I feel like I could be a lot smarter about it this time. 26 miles... that is a long ways. I would need to start training in a about a month for it. Go big or go home right?? The hardest thing about training is that it takes up SO MUCH time.. but if I ran a Marathon, that would be an awesome accomplishment, and I feel like I wouldn't ever have to do it again.
You know who is crazy though?? People who train for triathlons, especially for the IronMan. If you are unfamiliar with the IronMan, let me break it down for you: First you have to swim in an OCEAN for 2.4 miles. Then you have to drag your pruny body out and hop on a bike and peddle for 112 miles. I can't imagine the blisters you would get on your butt from sitting for that long, especially when your wet at first. It would be terrible! And then you hop off your bike and proceed to run a full Marathon. If your like me, your mind just exploded. I had to carb up just to type about it. I met a guy who completed a triathlon. I think he told me it took him 11 hours. Wow. I don't know if there's anything that I would want to do for eleven hours straight, let alone doing the most insane workout known to man.
Maybe I should just stick to my 2-miles-3-times-a-week workout....
Nate's out for tonight. Sleep well and GO TO CHURCH in the morning!
Ps. Did anyone catch the typo in the first big paragraph??
A: I am wide awake.
B: I haven't even been conscience for twelve hours today.
C: I feel like a bum.
These problems, especially number A, get magnified when I am in a bored-and-want-to-do-something-but-don't-feel-like-doing-anything mood. You know what I'm talking about? Right now I have so much energy, but it's late and I don't even know what I would do if I even had the drive to do something. So my fortune-telling skills tell me that my future has an extremely late night, an early morning, and a beast of a nap on the horizon.
I wasn't completely unproductive today. I went for a 2-mile run, and I felt like I went at a pretty good pace. I ran pretty quickly after I ate, so I got like four stitches in my body, one of which was in my back! Has that ever happened to you?? It's never happened to me before. So that was..different. But rumor has it that Abilene is hosting a full-out Marathon this fall. There's this insane thought in the back of my head. The very, very back. I'm a little nervous to listen to it, but it's telling me to run it. For the life of me, I have no idea why I would do that! I ran a half back in December, and I hated it! So a full Marathon is crazy-talk. I hated the half because both my hamstrings seized at mile 11 1/2, and I had to stop for several minutes and stretch and work them out before they would function again, and that ruined my pace and shot my pride because I couldn't say that I ran the whole way without stopping. But my muscles seizing was my own fault because I didn't hydrate and I didn't stretch well before the race. I guess I feel like I could be a lot smarter about it this time. 26 miles... that is a long ways. I would need to start training in a about a month for it. Go big or go home right?? The hardest thing about training is that it takes up SO MUCH time.. but if I ran a Marathon, that would be an awesome accomplishment, and I feel like I wouldn't ever have to do it again.
You know who is crazy though?? People who train for triathlons, especially for the IronMan. If you are unfamiliar with the IronMan, let me break it down for you: First you have to swim in an OCEAN for 2.4 miles. Then you have to drag your pruny body out and hop on a bike and peddle for 112 miles. I can't imagine the blisters you would get on your butt from sitting for that long, especially when your wet at first. It would be terrible! And then you hop off your bike and proceed to run a full Marathon. If your like me, your mind just exploded. I had to carb up just to type about it. I met a guy who completed a triathlon. I think he told me it took him 11 hours. Wow. I don't know if there's anything that I would want to do for eleven hours straight, let alone doing the most insane workout known to man.
Maybe I should just stick to my 2-miles-3-times-a-week workout....
Nate's out for tonight. Sleep well and GO TO CHURCH in the morning!
Ps. Did anyone catch the typo in the first big paragraph??
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away.....
If you didn't know, housing numbers are being assigned on FRIDAY! While this is balla shot calla, it really drives home the point that Freshman year is only three and a half weeks away from being over. Wow. It's hard to believe that I am already through year one of my college career. I can remember how far off college used to seem, and it's a quarter over?? You gotta be joking! You might say, "Well Nathan, you still have three years left." This is true, but let's analyze this: First, I'm practically a sophomore. That means I'm at the half-way point. So since I'm a 'sophomore' that basically means that I'm almost a junior, which means that next year is practically my senior year, and there I am walking the stage to get my degree in Psychology! If that just blew your mind, I understand. But that is exactly how it's gonna feel three years from now. We are gonna look back and think, "Crap! I was hauling my furniture up the stairs to Mabee or Gardner yesterday! And now I have a crazy wife and a kid on the way and years and years of debt to pay off!"
Maybe I'm over reacting :) But real-talk, where has this year gone?? I need more time! An extra month! Sure summer's great, but I have things I need to do! I've started making new friends, and it kind of hit me that I only have like three weeks with these people until everyone moves away for three months, and who knows what's gonna happen next year. 3rd North just installed the most thug life sound system into the common room. I need more than three weeks with it! I can't believe how fast this year's gone by. If I could, I would kill time. But then I'd be a murdera. Hmmm that sounds familiar....
But since we are on the subject of the future, why not indulge a little, eh? Next year! Next year is already looking to be pretty epic. No curfew?? Fawkt. Nicer dorms? Fawkt. OXFORD, ENGLAND?? FAWKT! Let's talk about Oxford. Bloody 'ell! Pretty good, eh?? I'm working on my accent. I'd say it's almost perfect! Study Abroad will definitely be the experience of a lifetime. I can't really imagine anything better than spending an entire semester overseas. I can't wait to dine on the local delicacies, travel to exotic places, kick it C.S. Lewis and Tolkien style in the pubs. I think it will be beneficial to me, because I will legitimately leave home for college. I really hope I grow spiritually there, and that I can just let loose a little. Within the rules of course :) The only problem is going to be the flight over there and back... If you don't already know, I hate flying. Loath it. Despise it. I would compare it to having your best friend date your sister behind your back, cheat on her with your current girlfriend, and then running off with your mother afterwards. Then multiply that by ten. Ok, maybe it's not THAT bad, but flying really does scare me! It seems like an awful way to die... And I know they say that you are more likely to die in a car crash than an airplane, and that airplanes are the safest way to travel, blah blah blah, beh beh, blah blah blah, comin out yo mouth wichya blah blah blahs. Tell that to all the DEAD people in those airplane crashes that practically happen everyday! That's what I thought! You can zip your lips like a padlock. Maybe if the news would report on all of the flights that landed safely, I would feel better. But no. The news always has to look at the glass half empty, and because of these misery-loving anchors and their misery-loving viewers, poor Nathan is terrified of planes :( Sad day. BUT if I survive the flight, I'm in for a fantastic semester! I can't wait!
I need to do homework. I have a 23 page paper due in 3 weeks. Shoot me now! Or put me on a plane! Same result...
I hate to end on a negative note, so let me think of something funny...
I got it! So the other night, the Children of the Mist (my intramural team) played some vball. Before the game started, the captains met at the net to talk to the ref. I am our team's captain, so I went forth to fulfill my noble duties. The ref gave us the run-down, and then asked us to play paper, rock, scissors to see who would get ball first. Let's pause here to go over some details. The team we were playing was legit. A little too legit. We are not legit. In fact we suck. But we're cool with that. But this team was good, and they knew they were good. They had that swagger about them. Their captain was staring at me, no smile, cut-off shirt, obvi trying to look like a bad A. So I decide to play a mind game with him. Right before we started paper, rock, scissors, I looked up at him and said, "I'm going paper." We did the one, two, three, shoot, and as I promised, I went paper. This idiot went rock! I said, "I told you I was going paper!!" And then the ref said, "Yah he did say he was going to do that..." I laughed and went over to my team. We then preceded to get our butts handed to us.
But I won Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Good night :)
Maybe I'm over reacting :) But real-talk, where has this year gone?? I need more time! An extra month! Sure summer's great, but I have things I need to do! I've started making new friends, and it kind of hit me that I only have like three weeks with these people until everyone moves away for three months, and who knows what's gonna happen next year. 3rd North just installed the most thug life sound system into the common room. I need more than three weeks with it! I can't believe how fast this year's gone by. If I could, I would kill time. But then I'd be a murdera. Hmmm that sounds familiar....
But since we are on the subject of the future, why not indulge a little, eh? Next year! Next year is already looking to be pretty epic. No curfew?? Fawkt. Nicer dorms? Fawkt. OXFORD, ENGLAND?? FAWKT! Let's talk about Oxford. Bloody 'ell! Pretty good, eh?? I'm working on my accent. I'd say it's almost perfect! Study Abroad will definitely be the experience of a lifetime. I can't really imagine anything better than spending an entire semester overseas. I can't wait to dine on the local delicacies, travel to exotic places, kick it C.S. Lewis and Tolkien style in the pubs. I think it will be beneficial to me, because I will legitimately leave home for college. I really hope I grow spiritually there, and that I can just let loose a little. Within the rules of course :) The only problem is going to be the flight over there and back... If you don't already know, I hate flying. Loath it. Despise it. I would compare it to having your best friend date your sister behind your back, cheat on her with your current girlfriend, and then running off with your mother afterwards. Then multiply that by ten. Ok, maybe it's not THAT bad, but flying really does scare me! It seems like an awful way to die... And I know they say that you are more likely to die in a car crash than an airplane, and that airplanes are the safest way to travel, blah blah blah, beh beh, blah blah blah, comin out yo mouth wichya blah blah blahs. Tell that to all the DEAD people in those airplane crashes that practically happen everyday! That's what I thought! You can zip your lips like a padlock. Maybe if the news would report on all of the flights that landed safely, I would feel better. But no. The news always has to look at the glass half empty, and because of these misery-loving anchors and their misery-loving viewers, poor Nathan is terrified of planes :( Sad day. BUT if I survive the flight, I'm in for a fantastic semester! I can't wait!
I need to do homework. I have a 23 page paper due in 3 weeks. Shoot me now! Or put me on a plane! Same result...
I hate to end on a negative note, so let me think of something funny...
I got it! So the other night, the Children of the Mist (my intramural team) played some vball. Before the game started, the captains met at the net to talk to the ref. I am our team's captain, so I went forth to fulfill my noble duties. The ref gave us the run-down, and then asked us to play paper, rock, scissors to see who would get ball first. Let's pause here to go over some details. The team we were playing was legit. A little too legit. We are not legit. In fact we suck. But we're cool with that. But this team was good, and they knew they were good. They had that swagger about them. Their captain was staring at me, no smile, cut-off shirt, obvi trying to look like a bad A. So I decide to play a mind game with him. Right before we started paper, rock, scissors, I looked up at him and said, "I'm going paper." We did the one, two, three, shoot, and as I promised, I went paper. This idiot went rock! I said, "I told you I was going paper!!" And then the ref said, "Yah he did say he was going to do that..." I laughed and went over to my team. We then preceded to get our butts handed to us.
But I won Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Good night :)
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