Does anyone out there think satan is allowed to get into your dreams and mess with your head? Is there anything in the Bible to support or refute this?

I am now nineteen. Chris took me out to this awesome park and we ate Chinese food, then went to coffee and talked about Medieval warfare and theology for hours. I'll put up pictures if anyone wants to see.

 

Other news in the life of Stacy... Classes are slowly crushing me. I am actually looking forward to mid-terms.

My health is sort of getting worse. I have more bad days than good days. I might do something about it. If I ever have the time...

 

I am having a birthday party tonight, so that should be really fun. We are going to watch a foreign film and play games and drink pina coladas. I am probably going to wear my Nigerian shirt. Yep.

 

Anything else you guys want to know? 

I don't see where I said I was for abortion... And why is that the only thing people zero in on? What about the government's relationship to social services? Anyone with big opinions on that?

 

Also, yes I have to go here, if abortion is murder, why do you say there are exceptions? I don't want tons of comments about that, just think on it. 

That is the tongue-in-cheek motto for the University Democrats at Lee. We came up with it because we are very tired of people assuming we are all baby-killers.

 

Anyway, I worked the UDems booth for this big display of all the clubs at Lee yesterday. I handed out propaganda (yes, I called it that) and tried to convince people to come if they are open-minded or in the middle, basically anyone who is not a hardcore Republican. We call ourselves the University Non-Republicans. It is more true.

The Republicans' table was right next to ours, and the girl running it was a friend who is actually a Moderate. We get along well.

So many students gave me a weird look. Some picked up the propaganda sheet and laughed at it and me. I got some evil stares from those Bible-thumping you-can't-be-a-Democrat-and-be-a-Christian kids who only know about politics from their parents and who don't think for themselves. They would look at me like I was a prostitute and ask where the Republican table was. I tried to be accepting of them because I was representing the club and all Non-Republicans, but I wanted to yell at them. I wanted to sit them down and explain why they were being stupid and mean. They have no idea what is going on the political world, they just know "Death to Hilary!" Do they not get it? I wanted to scream at them, "Fine, you won't come to my table? I think I'll just go PUNCH A BABY!"

 

I'm not mad anymore... Just disappointed in my fellow man, not to mention my fellow Christians. 

I am at Lee now. It is nice having my own apartment finally but it is a bit of a hassle being on the edge of campus.

I am actually eating a meal close to breakfast. I woke up at 8:45 to go to a yard sale where I bought ear buds (from a friend, so they're clean) and a Mae CD called "Destination: Beautiful." It is pretty good but I am glad I only paid $1 for it.  

 

If anyone would like to call me to chat, I would enjoy it. I am a little bored.  

Because this has gotten around to a few of you already and some of you are mad at me for not calling you, yes, I was in the hospital yesterday and today. I am out now, obviously.

I am not sick, nor am I injured. I just got a bunch of tests on my heart and I am pleased to say that I passed them all. I am not leaving on Sunday for Lee now because I still have one more test on Monday.

I didn't call anyone because I was only there for tests, and if I call one of you, I have to call all of you. Honestly, I just wanted to get out of there and visitors would have been awkward since I was all hooked up to The Matirx by a bunch of wires. I'm serious, I got out just in time.  To those who have expressed it, thank you for your concern.

 

Sincerely,

Me 

I am leaving on Sunday. Hanging out with anyone is virtually impossible. It is Thursday night and I still haven't packed. Oops.

I have decided to smile more and laugh louder. It has been improving my life steadily.

I am no longer a burrito-maker. If you didn't come see me, you have no more chances. Your life is just a little more unfortunate now.

So, I leave for Lee on the 12th. We should hang out, you and me. I miss you. Yes, you.

 

My computer just barked. Any help? 

 

Went to the Doc, in case anyone cares. Iron levels are "much better," yet I have to be on iron for six months at least. Um... I thought "much better" would mean that I would soon be off these little green pills that make me nauseous. Oh well.

I feel gross. Very gross. Yet I know that if I go to the doctor, nothing will be wrong. I just saved myself 20 bucks.

I have no clue where my phone is. Either someone jacked it at work or it fell out of my purse somewhere. Grr... If anyone needs me, shoot me an e-mail or call the house. If you're my real friend, you'll have the number... ;)

 

*EDIT* I found it. 

I feel amazingly... unproductive. An acquaintance from High School is in LA auditioning for whatever he can. He is taking a risk and pursuing his dream. He was going to play it safe and be a pharmacist, but he is doing what he loves because he can't not do it. 

 

And what am I doing? I am working at Blue Coast Burrito-- where I get treated like crap by the owner's wife-- and sitting on my dreams. Roosting. I am roosting. I am not going to auditions. I am not even writing my story I was SO excited about.  I am still excited, but I just can't seem to get past this block.

 

So, I have to ask the question: Am I actually talented? Could I make it? I have answered myself in this, and because of my answer I am not looking for auditions. I don't see a point.

 

Please, reader, don't answer the above question. That would mortify me. Just think to yourself: If God gave you a talent, even one that is weak and small, is it a sin to not do anything with it because you have tried and failed so many times you feel depressed at the thought of getting rejected again?

 

My friend and I have coffee every week and plan our big breaks. How he will write a character just for me and let me be his star, and he will achieve his dreams. Will it happen? Oh God! Will it happen? 

I ordered eight CDs for $52. I am very proud of myself.

 

Chris is gone to camp, and they hate media there. Thus, I am quite alone. You know, because none of YOU PEOPLE call me and invite me to things. I am the black sheep unless attached to one of the Chrises.

 

That's too bad, because I am a lot of fun.

I went to Florida. It was awesome. Now I have to work a lot. Call me and we will hang out. 

Last night was not what I would call pleasant. I got into a heated discussion with a friend (through e-mails. Ugh!) about cursing. I quoted Eph. 4:29 (duh). I was told that the word for "Unwholesome" actually meant something like "unnecessary." O...K...

First of all, the word "sapros" means "rotten." Despite the content of the discussion or the ::ahem:: interesting Biblical interpretations, what he did next was not called for. He said that I don't know how wrong I am and he will never speak to me again.

Why did I get dropped as a friend (after about four years) just for doing what the Bible says to do? He says he is a Christian, therefore I am supposed to watch out for him and call him out on things in love (which I did) and he is supposed to do the same for me. Persecution? Naw, not really. But it did indeed cause a lot of pain. YHWH made it better, though.

Pray for this boy.
He is angry at the world, and I happened to catch one of the fire balls he was flinging at everyone.

I work at Blue Coast Burrito in Smyrna now. Day two was today. I like it a lot. My boss is awesome, and everyone I have worked with is very pleasant. They are all genuine people. Who'd of thought? 

I am working on being content with my grades. I got A's and an A-
Stupid A-

I learned to knit yesterday and pearl today. (I almost wrote perl... I need help.) I am learning patience.. Heh...

Working on the job thing. Interview on Thursday and hopefully this other place will call (more money). We'll see. God's got this.

I am done with algebra FOREVER! Now, I am going to take a nap and promptly forget every bit of it! God is good. And I saw my prof's grade sheet; I think I will end up with an A-. Not what I wanted, but it is ok with me. Apparently, I got one of the hardest teachers in the math dept. Why did no one warn me?

SO close. I have my evil, nasty, awful final tomorrow. Then things are pretty nice.

AND I am going to Displace Me this weekend! You have no idea how excited/pumped/freaked out I am. And I am hoping to get people to come with me.

www.invisiblechildren.com/displaceme