Saturday, November 20, 2010

Broken in a Broken World

One person going hungry in the richest country in the world.
One person in a crowd thinking no one cares.
One person drowning in pain and despair.
One person struggling with what shouldn't be there.
One person questioning God for what they never had
One person cursing God for their life gone bad
One person confessing sin hoping to find peace
One person starting over looking for a new lease
One person, Broken in a broken world.
We are all one, someway, somewhere.

Friday, November 5, 2010


I am so grossed out. My dad is watching this moie about some flesh eating virus, or something like that. I'm not amused.

I'm so glad its friday in the sense that I can stay up later and I don't have to get up early. It's not so bad anymore, I'm used to the schedule, but sometimes it's nice to sleep in.

I don't know if anyone still reads this. My Bethel friends? Maybe.  Anyway, if you do, less than a week ago my Grandpa Paul (my dad's stepdad) fell and as a result had internal bleeding. He was in a lot of pain, and there was nothing they could do for him that wouldn't kill him anyway, so they induced a coma. Well, he died this morning.  It was actually rather funny (not in a haha sense, but in a oh, what an interesting coincidence sense) that my dads phone started ringing at the exact same time my alarm clock started going off.

I knew immediately who was calling and what for. I've been expecting this for a few days now.

Other than that, I've had a few opportunities to sub or work at the office. Not nearly enough to give me all of the hours I need though. My bills are higher than what I'm making right now, and all Iam considering are my car, phone, and insurance payments.

I started looking for a seasonal job. I considered working at the blue chip casino's hotel and spa, but the application had a blurb about how they were going to check my credit to get an idea of my character. I thought, "My credit cant tell you about whether I show up to work or not, my quality or work, my relationships with my coworkers, how long I will keep a job, etc. And I completely discarded that application.

I also learned today that poor mans copyright (mailing something to yourself through certified mail obtaining the legal US Postal seal and datestamp) can not be used in court to prove copyright, ownership, or proof of date.  However, it was interesting to read that apparently emails are protected under copy right law.  That makes no sense to me whatsoever.   But I guess if I want to "copyright" something and cant afford to get it legally done, I can send it to myself in an email and it is considered copyrighted.   I would do it both ways anyway.

Well, that's all.