study break?

Earlier tonight I was studying in Mr. Edwin Alderman's café. I was quietly sipping my FREE latte courtesy of a friend at Greenberry's (grazie molto!) when I noticed something that just made me think...question mark?

A guy walks in the café with a head of lettuce. He breaks the shrink wrap and rips away the stem. He sits down in an easy chair and proceeds to rip pieces of the head of lettuce to eat. At the same time he is listening to his iPod, just smiling.

Finals' week is truly prime time for questionable stuff to occur.

fourth/first year frivolity

Today was fun.

Church was refreshing.
Mr. Harry Clemons made me sick with the "3 Fs" (I really need to hit up other places, rediscover my old favorites).
A random singing of the chorus to "Purple Rain" allowed for random laughter to be shared with complete strangers. (I did not sing this. I hate this song.)
An apple on the ground turned into a game of Apple Soccer, also with complete strangers.
Random yearnings and spontaneous musings turned into a food fight. (Hopefully we're not banned from unnamed place of eating...)
Stargazing after mentioned food fight.

Today was a good day. Thank You Lord!

lack of assiduousness

The first year in me was right.

Never study in the huge libraries during finals, especially 2nd floor of Clemons. Against my better judgment I am doing just that. As I sit here with my books open trying to study and listening to Liszt, I see and hear a plethora of things.

A massive Econ study group is going on with the moderator, most likely a TA, loudly dictating the ups and downs of the economic strife of Africa and Asia. A group of people huddled over a laptop watching THE soccer/football game. Apparently UVA won the national championship. Wahoowa? As well as the nonsense transgressing in front of me in the mouths and actions of my dear friends... awww man.

1 Timothy 4:12...listen to them young folks.

revelations in the night

I haven't seen daybreak at UVA yet, but daggone it, I'm getting close to it.

Staying true to being the perpetual night owl, I am up yet again but being more productive than usual.

I get an email at about 1:30am from my professor saying I'm missing some assignments and if I could email them in before noon the next day, they'd bump my grade up. Oh I pray that in the future that I'm not so greedy...

All the while I'm hesitant to go. It's 20 degrees outside, I'm tired, and it's only a few points???

At a quarter to 3, I'm on my way to see Mr. Harry Clemons, the only other soul on UVA grounds who would be up as late as I am and the only place with working scanners at this time of night.

In reference to an earlier post, you really do experience/see strange things from the hours of 2-4am. An ATM wildly flashing lights. A half bag of hamburger meat near a bike rack. Dancing in the street because there are no cars for miles around. (Ok, that was me this time.)

I work and turn in the stuff at 3:30am...I begin to think about what ultimately led to this moment in time......PROCRASTINATION. Stockpiling of it throughout the semester culminating into this one point in time.

To add insult to injury, it is a constant evil that keeps haunting most people (me for that matter) and has a tendency to come back and bite. Hard.

This time not so hard. Dear Lord, help me be better at fighting this...

speakin/spittin

Lately I've been watching a lot of Def Poetry...on top of writing papers. The rawness of each poet is at times just that, raw. Almost needless to say from what I've watched, it's all been good.

Spoken word convey so much meaning and I, at many times, fail to write and speak so eloquently.

It got me thinking. Back to the beginning. God speaking creation into existence. "Let there be light", and there was light. How mind-boggling is that. One speaks and it happens.

Whoever said that sticks and stones nonsense, ain't know what they was talkin' about.

Firsts

The first of anything is always something to be reckoned with.

The first line of a sentence. The first line of a paper. The first line of a book.

The first of the month could mean when you get paid or when rent is due.

The first is always something you never forget.

On this first day of December, I've decided to read the Good Book from the first book and on to the last. Ironically, this is not the first time I've done this but would be my third. I do remember the first time was not so successful. Got bogged down in Jeremiah. Second time, it was completed. Hoping third is a charm.

As with any firsts, I was reminded of how God first created everything. I also noticed a bunch of other stuff that I didn't pick up in Sunday school as well.

God was the first fashion designer. He made clothes for Adam and Eve when He gave them the boot out of Eden.

Joking aside, like I said before, God made the first of everything not of human hands. The first flower. The first grain of salt. The first penguin. The first mountain. The first people. You get the picture.

This was pointed out to me sometime ago but I was reminded when I read this. Adam and Eve were the first humans to see God. They saw Him and talked to Him. They were so close as to hearing God's footsteps in Eden. They were that tight.

Yet we as people messed it all up. Nonetheless, we know there is hope. This was also pointed out to me sometime ago and yet again was reminded of it when reading Genesis. Every now and then, in the first 3 chapters you read something about God mentioning "us" and "we". Who is this "Us" and "We"???