Sorry . . .

 . . . but this won't be very inspiring. I am sick. Like with a cold. I hate being sick.


Alrighty, I'm done with complaining.


Yesterday we had our White Glove inspection, which I assume I passed because no one has told me otherwise. I spent most of the morning cleaning, and then spent the whole afternoon in the music library researching for my paper and performance notes for my Middle Ages Music class. That class is taking over my life. Oh well. I've got a good start for my paper and I'm almost done with the performance notes, so that's good. Other than that I got ahead on my Bible quizzes (we can take all the ones for the whole unit whenever we want to) and then at 5:30 we got kicked out of the dorm for the actual inspection. So naturally, I went to Chipotle.
See this?

That, my friends, is bliss in a tortilla.

Black beans, spicy chicken, sour cream, cheese, and lettuce. In a tortilla. And chips and guac, obviously. It's amazing. Hold on, I have to go get a towel to mop up the drool.


Alright I'm back.


So I went to Chipotle for dinner, read some in Preparing to be a Help Meet, and came back. And watched 10 Things I Hate About You. It has some yucky stuff in it, sadly. But other than that, that movie is hilarious. The one-liners just make me crack up every time. What can I say? I loved Heath Ledger before he went and did that disgusting Brokeback Mountain garbage.

Today I'm going to campus church so I don't get all the little old people at TBC sick. Which is sort of a bummer because I hate going to campus church. It's really uptight and not one of those preachers trusts the Bible. *eyeroll* But on the upside, Men's Glee is singing in campus church this morning, including my friend Brandon, so that'll be cool to see him.

And that's pretty much all that's going on my in life currently. I'm getting good grades so far! And this afternoon I'm going to plan classes for the second semester. Party. Adios for now!



Leah

Out of a Horrible Pit

     One of the news stories in the past few months that I've been following is the story about those Chilean miners that were trapped underground. It's pretty crazy, isn't it? Stuck under there for days on end before anyone even knew if they were alive, and then - we found out that they WERE still alive. That in itself is a miracle. But then to survive for two months down there, and come out of it with so few physical injuries, safely delivered to their families again - well, that's just the mercy of God. It's pretty amazing.

 

     The thought popped into my head today that we're all sort of like those miners. We were stuck, with absolutely no way out, unless God intervened. We were trapped in the awful mine of our own sin, and it caved in on us. But God . . . those are two of the sweetest words in the whole Bible, I think. But God. He saw our desperate need and rescued us. Psalm 40:2 says "He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings." I don't know about you, but seeing those women crying and hugging their husbands again really made this verse come alive for me. He really has brought me up out of a horrible pit. I'm really thankful to be a Christian.

Leah

Not Just Waiting

     Being 22, and single, I do tend to think about getting married a lot. Especially here, because people at this school are SO couples-minded. If you don't have a boyfriend, well, you must be rebelling against God or something, since he hasn't blessed you that way. Or there's something wrong with you. (Or maybe you haven't met a man you respected enough to date/court/whatever yet. No wait. That CAN'T be it.) 

     But the idea of just waiting for Mr. Right to magically come along and conveniently notice me for no good reason while I'm sitting around on my behind doesn't really sound that great to me. I'd rather be actively waiting, as in preparing and that sort of thing. So I'm rereading Preparing to be a Help Meet (Debi Pearl) and enjoying it just as much as I did the first time, only this time, I decided that I'm going to take her suggestions for preparing literally (as much as I can). Some of them won't work - I can't just drop school and work and help another family with kids out for a week. I don't have a kitchen so I can't cook meals for a family for a week. But there are some that work. The first thing I'm taking on is my mouth (and if you know me . . . pray, haha), specifically, complaining. I'm not a whiny complainer, which I think is why I let myself get away with it. But I do tend to focus on the negative side of things. So I'm working on stopping the complaining first up. Because really, how unattractive is a complainer?! And my mom always says the way to stop complaining is to be thankful, so every time I complain I'm going to find three things to be thankful for about the situation. I've got about 4 people (the people I hang out with the most) helping me (AKA putting the smackdown on me when I complain) and I'm looking up Bible verses on it so we shall see how this goes. I'll let you know:)

 

 

Leah

Fashion, or the lack thereof.

     In the last year or two, I've become really interested in fashion. It's funny because I always was proud of the fact that I don't follow trends - I STILL don't follow trends, really. I hate skinny jeans and jeggings with a passion. I think platform heels look stupid. And I REALLY REALLY DESPISE the nerd glasses that people (whose vision is perfectly fine) are wearing as a fashion statement. The only statement THAT makes is that you have bad fashion.

 

*huff*

 

     Anyway. So I've become really interested in fashion. But somehow that interest has completely escaped SO many people at this blessed school. For instance:

 

     Girls here regularly wear a skirt that is too short to "check" (too short to be in dress code) with a longer skirt underneath it. As in TWO SKIRTS AT THE SAME TIME. It's so wrong! Why?! And the boys here seem to think that pants that are four inches too short are somehow . . . attractive? Yeah . . . I don't get it either. Add to that the girls with the "poured in" look and boys with tight pants and this campus is a fashion DISASTER. Prints and stripes do not go together, kids!! I'm thinking I need to have a fashion seminar. Not to make the boys metro or anything, just to give people guidelines for what looks nice and what looks trashy, since it's obvious that not a whole lot of people understand that concept. *eyeroll*

 

So.

 

Here are Stacy London and Clinton Kelly's four rules for interest in an outfit:

1. Color

2. Texture

3. Pattern

4. Shine

 

First, color. If you wear clothes that are all the color of old oatmeal, guess what you look like. Old oatmeal. Change it up. Mix a neutral with a bright accent color. It's why black, white, and red looks so cool.

Texture: Rock the snake-skin bag. Wear a suede blazer. Texture adds interest. Don't go crazy like wearing a feather boa to class or anything. But texture is fun. Try some.

Pattern: Pinstripes, guys. They're awesome. 'Nuff said. Ladies: prints and stripes together ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE. STOP. One pattern at a time, please!

Shine: Metallic shoes are so hot right now, girls. Boys: please do not wear metallic shoes. But a nice silk tie is appreciated.

 

And rules for looking nice in general:

1. Cut

2. Fit

3. Style

 

Cut: If you're short, don't wear skirts to the middle of your shin thinking it'll make you look taller. As a matter of fact, NO ONE should wear skirts that length. Yuck. Knee length looks good on everyone. And A-line. And unless you're Ashley Olsen skinny (which I do hope you're not - gross) pencil skirts are not a great plan. Plus they're almost always too tight andtight skirts are disgusting and immodest. This week I saw a girl with a skirt so tight it worked itself up while she was walking and she had to keep pulling it down.

 

Now that's attractive.

 

*eyeroll*

 

     Anyway, off the too-tight soapbox. Basically, wear clothes that are cut close to the body but NOT tight. You can look good without painting clothes on. GROSS. And pants should be straight down. As in skinny jeans do not fit the bill. They don't fit your behind either, for that matter. So please do not wear them. Ever. For any reason.

Fit: NOT TIGHT. BOYS. Stop with the tight pants! EEW. SO not attractive at. all. And girls, if your clothes are so tight it affects your breathing, please chill out and get a bigger size. Being a size 10 is not the end of the world, you know. Actually, it's pretty awesome. Seriously though. Enough with the gross/tight clothes. And don't you dare complain about the guys staring when you're dressed like a tramp.

Style: Everyone has a personal style. Just don't make yours say Sleaze or HiI'mPoor. Goodwill has decent clothes so you have no excuse.

 

And as my dear Lydia always says, there's a difference between dressing attractively and dressing to attract. Dress attractively. PLEASE.

 

 

 

Leah

Self-designated BJU Fashion Consultant

 

 

P.S. Two skirts at a time? REALLY?!?!

I love letters.

Yesterday I finally checked my mailbox (I only do it once a week-ish) and I had three letters! I love letters - I mean it's obviously communication from friends, but it's also because writing letters takes time. Sometimes a lot of it, depending on how long of a letter you write! :) It's just nice to know that my friends cared enough to not just facebook or email me, but send a real letter.

 So I've been writing back and forth with two of my friends - they're sisters. I just love Kelce and Kori. Kelce is a older and a little closer to my age, but Kori is like a second younger sister. It's fun though because even though Kelce and I are 5 years apart (she's younger . . . I'm old haha) we go through some of the same things. It's fun to encourage each other about that stuff - boy stuff, reading our Bibles, trusting the Lord, etc. and then see each other grow. She really is one of my best friends. And Kori - I'm always telling her to straighten up and fix her attitude (hey, she's 15) and she's getting so much better! I just love her.

 

Do you write letters, emails, or use facebook the most? Who was the last person you got a real letter from?

 

 

Leah

Life Update

I found out yesterday that I had a major research project due tomorrow, so I spent basically all afternoon/evening yesterday in the library finding sources and stuff on Medieval Liturgical drama. Doesn't that sound thrilling? Actually it's kind of cool. I mean those were the days when you could get burned at the stake for writing something the pope didn't like, and the only lasting music was written for the Catholic church. But the church's music was already set in stone, pretty much. And somehow the musicians found a way to be creative anyway. It's kind of cool.

 

In other news, I'm actually able to spend a little time with my friends these days. I have no idea how with all the work I have, but I think God speeds up my work so I don't die from lack of human contact. He's good like that.

 

I still don't have any work at work. I'm going to talk to my supervisor on Friday if things don't change.

 

I'm practicing almost every day now and my hands only hurt a little. I'm doing a lot of exercises and stretches to keep it from getting bad, and so far things are ok. I think my teacher believes there's actually a problem now, after a major cramp in my lesson. Turd. I wanted to say, "I TOLD YOU SO!" But I didn't. But. I have decided that I will not hurt myself to make her happy. Ever. It's not like I have anything to prove.

 

And I really miss cooking.

 

That doesn't have anything to do with anything else I've written. I just do.

 

And also I'm planning something super fun and exciting but I'll tell you about it after it actually happens. And there shall be pictures.

 

 

 

Leah

The thing is, I agree with this.

Yes, I admit it. I'm a terrible feminist. I think most women would be better off if they'd quit complaining, honor their husbands, and just cook the man dinner with a smile. Be happy he picked you. Be thankful you have a kitchen to cook in and food to make your man. Smile and give him a big hug when he walks in after work. Tell him you missed him that day. Be so smiley and happy to see him that he doesn't even see another woman. Tell everybody about what a great man God gave you and how much he loves you. Find the good and quit your whining about the not-so-good. 

After all, you could be single and lonely.

Leah

The POD + random scarf nonsense

Since you know you love hearing about my life, here's the POD for today (that's Plan Of the Day for you non-military slobs):

 

Work

Class

Work

Lunch with my music ed girls (the only weekday I sit down for lunch - I look forward to it all week!)

Music library to do homework

More homework

Homework (are you sensing a pattern here?)

Dinner with my friend Brooke, after 3 weeks of trying to find a time

Gazebo for the Wind Band concert

Hostessing at the men's soccer game: AKA policing skanky couples and preventing purpling.

 

Wait! I didn't explain purpling!

 

Ok.

 

It's a very simple concept, actually. Boys are blue, right? And girls are pink. And when pink and blue touch, it makes purple. *Twilight Zone music* NO PURPLE ALLOWED.

 

But purple IS my favorite color. I wonder what that says about me.

 

Hee hee.

 

JK.

 

  And after hostessing I'm going to come back to my room, shower as fast as humanly possible, fall asleep, and not get up till I feel like it. So there.

  Tomorrow I plan on getting my homework done and going to the park. I might even watch a movie. Yay for free time! If I get my homework done! I hope so! Really really!

 

  In other news, I'm pretty sure I have mold in my room and it's giving me headaches. Hooray. Hopefully in December I will be moving out into one of the apartments. Maybe they won't have mold.

 

Then again, this is the South.

 

And BTW I have cute scarves.

 

That's completely unrelated to anything I've said in this post. But who cares? I love scarves. I think I have 17 or something like that. It's kind of a problem. Wait no it's not. Scarves are never a problem. I'm rambling. Time to quit.

 

 

Leah