a series of [insert adjective here] events

The first 46 minutes of my day looked a little something like this:

First I woke up 30 minutes late. Let the rushing around, ‘don’t forget to brush your teeth and put on deoderant madness’ begin.

Then I fell down the stairs on the way out the door.

pure awesome

Picture this:

While on the shoulders of her grandpa, a 15-month old toddler has her arms stretched out straight in front of her for more than 30 feet. Upon reaching the sidewalk in front of Target, she immediately climbs down and runs off to the right of the front doors. She stops only when she reaches her goal: a large concrete ball that she imagined was a giant toy.

P.S. She looked super surprised (and a little annoyed) when it didn’t move at all. She then proceeded to run to the next giant concrete ball 15 feet away and try again.

just say no

“Hey Lauren, want to see something really cool?”

Already I’m weary. The person asking the question is an art student; I’ve fallen into this same trap before. Even so, I agree because I’m an exceptionally nice person (or just too tired to think on my feet).

I’ve since lost three minutes of my life that I’ll never get back.

cotton candy literature

The DaVinci Code had just come out when I started working at Borders; after a month of customers asking my opinion, I decided it was time to break down and read it. The theology was terrible though the visceral reaction it elicited in me had far more to do with the fact that it was written at the reading level of, oh, an eight year old.

thoughts on Christian movies

Dear Dallas Jenkins,

As someone who grew up in the theatre and art world, your article was like a breath of fresh air.

In “Christian film,” you’ve got a genre defined entirely by its message.

The problem is that everyone knows good art should always put story and character above message.

desire

While in the midst of redecorating my room (pictures to come in a month or so),  I came across this duvet set:

I must confess I’m lusting over it; it’s perfect in every way and would likely bring peace to the world shortly after falling upon my bed. If anyone out there would like to bless me abundantly…my bed is a double (though a king would be *perfect*).

I am not a patient person

Jesus would undoubtedly like to change this. His current effort involves keeping my new car 15 minutes away from my current location for the next two days.

Unbelievable.

catching up

One day you wake up and realize you’ve been neglecting your blog for nearly two months. Oops…

…in unrelated news: Today was my birthday. I’m officially 24 and, I’ve discovered over the last week, am completely unable to pretend that I’m anything but an adult. I asked for (and was extremely excited to receive) stainless steel serving utensils and dining room chairs; it’s a sure sign of my inevitable decline to the geriatric ward. There’s no turning back. Of course…