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Tonight I took a shower when i got back from man time's Community Dinner, which, in the words of Trevor Meek, was "A sprawling success". It's not everyday you get 10 or so college-age men organized and willing to cook and provide food for 100 people. And by food I don't mean hotdogs and potato chips...I mean smoked ham and corn and green beans and stuffing and rolls and homemade desserts. It was epic and wonderful and we had probably 60 or so people there.
Anyways. Afterward Trevor and I decided to find food and start a small 'campfire' in one of the grilling stations near where we had community dinner- in between the wings of Chapman. It went well and three or so friends of mine and myself ended up staying around it and talking for a couple hours after everyone else had lost interest and wandered their own separate ways.
So, back to my original statement. I was now about to take a shower, since I smelled overwhelmingly of smoke and thought I would be seeing someone later that night. This led to all kinds of problems.
Halfway through the shower I realize I don't have my wash/hand towel. So, I get out and quickly walk out of the bathroom and into the living room/kitchen area, to get a towel to use (I store them under the sink). What do you know, I slip and fell on the kitchen tile as soon as I set foot on it. I landed hard, and butt naked, on the tile floor, scraping my arm against the stove as I fall and banging my leg and arms firmly on the ground. Bruised (both physically and pridefully), I get up (gingerly) and grab the towel, hightailing it back to the bathroom. I get back in the shower.
Everything is fine, right? Wrong.
Unbeknownst to me, as I had fallen and hit the oven earlier, I had actually hit one of the switches on the front, which had turned on a burner. On top of the Stove was a glass pan full of brownies, which had been left there to cool a couple hours earlier. Yeah.
Around 10 minutes later the fire alarm goes off. I have no clue what is going on, but now that I am alerted to something fishy, I DO smell smoke, and I get worried. I quickly grab a towel and dry myself off in cursory fashion, wrapping it around my waste (I learned, from ten minutes earlier, the dangers of nudity). I opened the door, and the hallway is FILLED with smoke. I am worried. There is way too much smoke for something not to be seriously wrong. I hurry into the living room to see what is going on.
There, on the burner, is my pan of brownies. Only instead of sitting there, quietly beautiful and waiting to be eaten gratefully, they are smoking like a firestack, and upon leaning closer, I see that the front-right burner is glowing red....and so are the bottom of the brownies! I lean over and see that the burner has been switched on. I quickly turn it off, deducing at the same time that I was to blame because of my accidental fall earlier, and moved to push the glass pan off of the burner, onto the front left burner, which is not on and not glowing red-hot.
Bad move. The second my two fingers touch the glass they practically star to melt. I get the glass moved the desired two inches, in about half a second, and then yell with pain and then with surprise as the glass EXPLODES. I'm not talking about a crack here and there, pieces fly 4 feet from the stove, and the glass splits on both sides. I am barefoot, and now there is shattered glass all over the ground, the apt. is filled with smoke, my fingers are badly burnt, and I have no clothes on.
I run to the door and open it slightly..I can't open it all the way because I have no clothes on! Sprint to the bedroom where I put on foot wear (thinking to myself how lucky I already am not to have stepped on the broken glass), and then more clothes. Run back to the front to open the door widely, and then start to gather the broken glass into a pile. Oh, and to end things off, the apartment, and myself, STILL smell like smoke. Talk about your irony.
Yours in Christ,
James | | |
| some neat phrases and quotes i've recently found. Excuse some of the language.
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. "
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)
"Some white people Hate black people,
and some white people Love black people,
Some black people Hate white people,
and some black people Love white people.
So you see it's not an issue of black and white,
it's an issue of Lovers and Haters."
-eden ahbez
"Every day this year, my physics class has argued over who gets to sit in the one rolly chair in the classroom. Today we came in and found all of the chairs replaced with rolly chairs. The teacher explained that our arguing wasted class time so the night before he went around stealing rolly chairs from the classrooms of other teachers he does not like. No arguing today and new favorite prof." - My friend Kristen Hopkins
"Today, some friends and I ordered a pizza online from Domino’s. When
the online tracker told us who was bringing our pizza, we proceeded to
make a colorful sign welcoming Geoffrey, Bringer of Pizza. The look on
his face was priceless."
- random comment on my friends' facebook by a girl named Kelly Keys, who I do not know. | | |
| My doctrine of the church follows in brief. The church is the universal body of believers throughout time and space. The local church is a community of people seeking truth through the multiple witnesses of Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit, and Father God Yahweh as revealed through the Bible and the entirety of Christian history. The church should be intensely interested in the both the physical and the spiritual needs of those whom it encounters. The church should provide a haven for those who are oppressed, counsel for those who are distraught, material supplies for those who are in need, spiritual training for those who are seeking to grow in their faith, friendship and fellowship for all, and continuous, unconditional love for all of creation, both sentient and non. The responsibilities of the church are not only to those made in God’s image, but to any and every thing which bears the mark of the creator. As God’s stewards, it is our task to restore creation to its intended order, naturally, politically, and in our individual relationships. The church is to reach the lost, heal the hurting, mend the broken and right wrongs, both spiritually and physically. Through compassion and forgiveness the church needs to seek ways to purposefully interact with the world outside the doors of the church building, to meet the world on its own territory, to value all cultures and seek to implement them into itself (instead of preaching one culture as belonging to the church), and to constantly evaluate and test its own effectiveness in reaching these stated tasks. The church is to be the image, bride, and tool of Christ in this world. | | |
| What the crap is going on?
Three nights in a row? Hanging out? Getting along? Having fun? Talking about the past and understanding each other? Recognizing change? Repeating the past, or not?
Three nights in a row Gabby and I have hung out substantially (for hours and hours). And during the day we're texting, more each day. It's actually been really nice.
And it kinda came completely out the blue, after I sent a text a few days ago asking if she wanted to get together casually sometime to catch up. Then this.
Tonight we were going to go to the fair but it was raining so we just went thrifting and then to Cuppies and Joe for a little bit instead. I'm glad she had a crimson card..cause we got a free extra cupcake! haha.
We'll see what happens. The campus/our friends is starting to wise-up and figure out that we're talking/hanging out a lot, and it's already been kinda hard/weird trying to explain things. A lot of stuff is being assumed and people are getting their feelings hurt unnecessarily. I hope this doesn't cause any unneeded (ie: any) drama.
Had a good prayer tonight. I really hope things go the way God would have them go, regardless of what that might be. | | |
| I want to fall in love again. | | |
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