Of Pinocchio

Thank you Deborah for giving me the 'A real person award'. In case those of you haven't figured out, the woman in the photo is Marie Antoinette.

I'm tempted to jump up and down, screaming, 'I'm a REAL Boy!!!' but, i feel that would be entirely inappropriate. I would also like to mention that, although I am sure this award is given out with wonderful intentions, the idea of choosing Marie Antoinette as the 'spokes girl' is highly dishonourable.

If you need to know a little more about Ms. Antoinette, I suggest taking a trip to Wikipedia.

Otherwise, I am pleased to announce that I am of the same rite as Pinocchio...a real person...Yippee!

Also, I pass this award onto Sherilyn at csvan.blogspot.com . However, I choose to modify the award slightly. Instead of using Ms. Antoinette to represent such a prestigious award, I offer my respects to Pinocchio. May we all strive to be real people. :)

A reflection on PED.

For some reason, I could not figure out what the heck I wanted to do tonight. There were so many options, but I just felt..icky, lazy and well, lethargic. Not the most pleasant of emotions (combined no less).

Tonight, my RA and I decided to exercise. Since my Phys Ed class, with the gym teacher from..well...not heaven, ended, I have not really been doing any physical activity, with the exception of random midnight walks with my Muse. So RA and I got out the Pilates DVD that one of the girls in the dorm brought, and we buckled down and well...stretched. Not only that, but we also did this fun little video involving this balance ball thing, and it was hard! But so much fun!

I love the audrenaline I get after working out. I love how my body feels more relaxed. My muscles like it, they feel like there is a purpose to their existence (which I must admit, was dwindled with the whole being athletically challenged business I convince myself of). I love the fact that I have better posture, and sleep better after a good solid work out.

If I learned anything in the class I took (and loathed) last semester, it's that God gave us our bodies to help us be who we are. And that they actually are His temple. I learned that I don't take very good care of mine. As a result, I resolve to eat healthier, exercise more, and sleep regularily.

Revival

I am so excited right now. I have just come back from Hot Spot, (for those readers who don't know what that is, the jist is just like an hour and a half of praise and worship) so my excitement comes from a very evident spiritual high. It also comes from the realization that the world situation, finances, and wars are the beginning of an incredible revival in the Church.

Let me explain.

I have this feeling deep inside me that this generation is begging for something new. The church is being turned upside down with radical worship. The African church has spread like wildfire throughout the land. Universities in Korea are meeting for prayer at 5am every morning. The western god of money is falling, and people are desiring more. They want to know why their gods are not answering their calls.

Earlier, I blogged about the 'pursuit of happyness' that this culture is facing. In that pursuit, we have settled for a money-driven society filled with the notion of 'me, me, me'. This mentality is starting to fall apart. People's futures are no longer secure. Big corporations are shutting down. The middle-eastern wars are raging on, as intense as ever. The USA is coming under new leadership. Canadian politics are hitting a climax. The economy is suffering. And in all that, the despair, the brokenness, there is a shift in the modern story. The modern story allowing us to believe whatever we want. The story where a true God is fallacy, and human capability is all that matters- that story is falling apart. In all the mess of the world, and the economy, God is sending a fantastic revival through His church.

It's up to this generation to get out of the pit of religion, and start bringing the Gospel, the story of God's redemptive plan, to the world. The kingdom of God is drawing near. So Christians, I urge you, be on your guard. Spread the good news. For the Spirit is moving.

Barbie girl..

Us girls (and some guys) have an obession with Barbie. Here is some fantastic comedy on the future of the Barbie Girl.

Worthy of Calvin?

Meet Graham.

Yes, he's a masterpeice isn't he? We were all quite proud of the 5 energetic (and equally crazy) people who took the time to create this snow giant. And when I say giant, I am not kidding. To give you an idea of just how big this thing is, I should have you know that my roommate could fit into the pylon serving as 'Graham's' hat.

A later addition to the giant included another banana for a nose (the store was out of normal sized carrots), which to everyone's amusement has started to accumulate a nice sized icicle on the very tip. Graham the snowman has a runny nose. (photos to follow in later post).

I wonder if this monster is Calvin worthy (my window is covered in the Calvin and Hobbes snowman comics..), but regardless, I'm fairly sure that the entirety of campus looks at 'Graham' daily and shakes their heads.

Personally, I think he's a nice touch. Although I have almost walked into him several times this week (he's blocking the ramp), I appreciate the protection he offers. I mean, who WOULDN'T be scared of an 8-9 foot tall snowman who has snow-shovels for arms?!

Perhaps he is not worthy to be included in the fantastic comic strip of Calvin and Hobbes, but he has potential. I like him..

Heated discussion

It seems to me, that the school's idea of saving money involves disregarding the idea of HEATING A BUILDING entirely. As the classrooms get more and more frigid, the students become increasingly annoyed. And, of course, Prof Needham wears increasingly ugly sweaters (think Bill Cosby meets the mom's boyfriend in 'The Santa Claus'). As if that was my main complaint.

I think that the moment we all realized that the school was coping out on heat, was when we woke up one morning and the heat was set at 15 degrees, meaning that the actual heat in the dorm was 10 degrees. Not exactly the best thing to wake up to in the morning. I think it was the first time since the beginning of the school year that the bathroom didn't heat up after my shower. The mirror steamed up, but the floor was still cold. I wished I had worn slippers in my mad dash back to my room.

So then Tuesday (which is today), I got smart (not Steve Carrell smart, fortunately). I woke up and the first actions of my morning were rolling, reluctantly from my bed, and placing on my feet my dearly beloved slippers. Then, I openned my door, expecting the same chilly blast as the day before. It never came.

I wandered over to the thermostat (after starting the coffee maker...what's a morning without a good cup of joe) and noticed that the heat was set at 21. This was a definite improvement to the night before. So I hopped in the shower, knowing that when I got out, the bathroom floor would be warm, per usual. To my excitement (yes..excitement), it was the warmest bathroom floor ever! After fixing my hair, applying some make-up, I sat down with my coffee and ate some breakfast, only to listen to the complaints of the girls living in the upstairs rooms, that it was too hot!

Personally, I like having my hands and feet be the same temperature as the rest of my body. But tonight, there will be a compromise. The heat will be set at 18 degrees...which I think is fair.

I'll just have to remember my slippers in the morning!

Exasperation Inspiration

In the spirit of being totally frustrated with the internet here at this beloved school of mine, I may be incredibly cynical here. I had been having some problems changing my profile photograph, and uploading entries and whatnot. I have also been inherently disgruntled with the annoying tendancy of the school's email advisor to freeze my internet and just erase everything I had been working on. Luckily, the IT department is in the process of fixing the connection problems, and the moody-ness of the school's IP. So, with some luck, they have resotred the internet capabilities in the main building, with pending results (I would expect) in the dorms and Rec Centre. Lucky for all us University students, the two things that don't seem to be affected is Facebook and MSN Messenger (go figure..).

This past week has been full of random inspirations for me. My new favourite place in the school has become the Art hallway, which is saturated with student works (often for sale). Many of these are incredibly impressive. I enjoy simply existing amidst the artistic greatness, to let my mind and consciousness seep into the paintings and follow the brushstrokes like a character in fiction. Then, of course, I write. Just sit and write about all the wonder and beauty, embellish a little, and if I get lucky, some sort of plausible story with emerge.

I really do love being able to just sit and be apart of creation. One of the things I miss most about the previous semester was the warm fall months. There's a middle aged Maple tree out on the hill in front of our dorm. It yeilded just enough shade to slip a blanket on the grass and read. That spot is one of my favourites on campus. In the fall, the tree changed colours as trees do, and the entire image drawn was one of bright colours.

I recently finished a book called 'the Orphaned Anythings'. I cannot even attempt to tell you what it is about, but that it is indeed some of the best writing I have ever read. (Turns out I'm not so cynical, eh). I should like you all to read it. In essence, I have decided I might like photography. As long as it is done correctly. Writing is wonderful, but sometimes giving the real, creatively done photo of time, held in a single place, immortalized, is kinda fun.

Anyways, those are todays thoughts.

Correction

The score was actually 100-54.

My apologies.

A very sad game..

I just thought I would drop a quick note, and let you all know that last night, Redeemer got its sorry butt kicked at basketball by Sheridan College.

The final score was 98-54 for Sheridan.

Ouch!