Everything i need to know i learned from Miss America

I should be in bed right now, and there is not question about that. I am getting sick, and i feel like crap, and i spent all night watching miss america instead of working like i should, so i finally finished and im up posting a blog. this is not the best life choice ive ever made. especially with 8 am class looming 7 hours away.
but heres an interesting fact: i actually kind of like being sick. i mean, i dont love it, but i kinda like being able to lay in bed all day and have people wait on me. now of course this cnt get out, because then people wouldnt be sympathetic towards me if they knew i liked it. but ive gotta get that off my chest. so i hope i get full fledged sick, so i can skip class.
except how's this for lame- i cant skip ed school classes cause they are so strict on attendance. i totally want to skip tomorrow, but if i dont go, i wont get perfect attandeance, so my teacher will only give me one book to take for free at the end of the semester instead of 3. and i just cant deal with that type of dissapointment. so. i should be sleeping?

i watched miss america tonight, and heres what ive learned:
1. a.c. slater is quite possibly 40 by now, but still looks 20. ergo, mario lopez never ages.
2. tap dancing is the most awkward, ridiculous talent EVER, and if i were miss america, i wouldnt condone it at all. especially in a black and gold sequins body suit.
3. black girls look good in neon green.
4. the winner of the pageant is chosen arbitrarily. oklahoma won despite and ugly evening gown, an even worse bathing suit, a botched answer about how to solve the payment gap between men and women, and a "talent" that included a song that wouldnt even gotten her on to american idol. speaking of idol...
5. simon cowell should judge the miss america pageant. hahaha.

ok. im tired. night.

Gangstas and Jesus: The highlights of my weekend thus far

Its been a long time, and Im sorry moneekuh- I havent posted since before break. But since i've been back, i've fallen back into routine. Its good on one hand, because i thrive on routine, but on the other hand, my routine involves having a hard time forgetting about/dealing with the Ben ordeal. So after last weekend's traumatic episode, this weekend was very necessary, because its been wonderful.

First, the chi alpha decades party was friday. (i forgot how much i hate capitals...) basically you just pick a decade and dress up like it and then dance all night long. so, in the usual naturally-above-and-beyond-everyones-expectations manner that the salt shack lives by, we decided to go as 1920's mobsters. i'll admit, it was my idea. im pretty proud of it. I mean, look at us. everyone had a pinstripe suit, then i went out and found fedoras, machine guns to spray paint black, and cigars. and ps, buying cigars was the most awkward purchase of my life. i kinda hope i never have to buy condoms.

and then we danced, which is always fun.

so lately god has been impressing on me the broad theme of obedience. in everything, little or big. and hearing gods voice then responding is something im getting used to, and im sorry to say its challenging. but im learning. so as a related mini-theme, hes been giving me a lot of words on sharing the gospel and stepping out in faith. which ive never been good at (as if it were a skill...) and i havent done much of lately. but yesterday during my devotions, i came across luke 4 when jesus read the scroll from isaiah about being sent to proclaim the good news, set the captives free, restore sight to the blind, proclaim liberty to the oppressed, and proclaim the year of the lord's favor. and it spoke to me and i started to feel like the h.s. was going to be active and something big was about to go down. so i was like...aight lord.

then last night my peer team (its like a core group for core group leaders) went to this youth hang out center in waynesboro, the solid rock cafe. basically its just a safe place for teenagers to come hang out on weekends, and they dont have to be christians, but the people who run it are. they do whatever like basketball, video games, ddr, or watching tv, and then there is a devotion at some point that everyone must listen to as a stiuplation for being there. so while we were there, michelle (my peer team leader) asked me to give a testimony. i hate giving testimonies, cause i feel like mine is lame. so i got up there anyways, and i just got real honest with them, told them i had nothing prepared, and started talking about ben. apparently the response was good, because they were the most attentive that the owner had ever seen them being. i talked about how god was delivering me daily from depression and how he gave me strength because i had none on my own, and how god held my problems. i dont know exactly what else i said, but the spirit hit me hard. so.

after, a girl came up to talk to me and said she had had a tough life- her parents were dealers, some sexual abuse, 3 suicide attempts, depression- and this girl is in high school. my heart broke for her, but we talked and i was able to share the gospel with her. she didnt pray right there, but i prayed for her. it was intense. holy crap i love when the h.s. does his thang. praise the lord.

so thats that. i had the anointing. hallelujah! hahaha.

oh man.
is that enough, moneekuh?

ok, back to work. im picking out arts and crafts to take on our mexico spring break trip to teach the vbs kids there. so i need to concentrate :)