over the past 12(?) years,

i've always looked at it and seeing that she won. she got the house, the kids. she wasn't the one making monthly payments. she got remarried first, she bought a nice brand new house. she had the new cars and the dog, and the one who could just buy stuff when she went places.
but you know, i think i've been wrong all this time. i truly think that he won instead. sure, he didn't win in the courts. he didn't get his kids, or the house that was just as much his, but he's always been there. he was able to get past that rut in his life and i think he did a damn good job of it.
he and i haven't always agreed on everything and in fact, financially, we don't agree on anything. but that's the difference- when it's he and i, we argue and argue, but it always just results in different life options and choices. but when she and i fight and argue, it always has to be who's right and who's wrong. i'm not saying these arguments and their results have anything to do with who i respect more, but i am saying that i've begun to respect him a lot more than i really ever have.
he didn't have a lot, but with what he's had, he's sure done a lot with. he's not the greatest role model in many ways, but he doesn't admit that he is. he's just who he is and taking his traits isn't something i see as offensive.
and she maybe has wronged me many times for many different reasons, but i like to think that tomorrow can always change that. i agree that we're all human and we all fuck up a lot, but i also believe in forgiveness.
and much more than that, i believe in the power of prayer. i believe that things will change, that things will get better than where they're at. i believe that i will grow to respect he and she both- quite equally.

(mom and dad, i love you both.)

iSurvived2011RaptureLolol.

Saturday, May 26th, 2011, apparently the rapture was supposed to occur.
Friday night I was curious and started looking up said facts about it all.

I came across this: http://www.ebiblefellowship.com/outreach/tracts/may21/
In that, it shows these dates:

TIMING OF IMPORTANT EVENTS IN HISTORY

11,013 BC—Creation. God created the world and man (Adam and Eve).

4990 BC—The flood of Noah’s day. All perished in a worldwide flood. Only Noah, his wife, and his 3 sons and their wives survived in the ark (6023 years from creation).

7 BC—The year Jesus Christ was born (11,006 years from creation).

33 AD—The year Jesus Christ was crucified and the church age began (11,045 years from creation; 5023 calendar years from the flood).

1988 AD—This year ended the church age and began the great tribulation period of 23 years (13,000 years from creation).

1994 AD—On September 7th, the first 2300-day period of the great tribulation came to an end and the latter rain began, commencing God’s plan to save a great multitude of people outside of the churches (13,006 years from creation).

2011 AD—On May 21st, Judgment Day will begin and the rapture (the taking up into heaven of God’s elect people) will occur at the end of the 23-year great tribulation. On October 21st, the world will be destroyed by fire (7000 years from the flood; 13,023 years from creation).

And I knew it had to be a phoney.
What the author of this site failed to mention FROM THE BIBLE, is that God tells us no one will know the exact day or time of His return.

Also, NOBODY still living has any exact-o record of when earth was created and when Noah built his ark. Just like nobody knows what year Moses parted the sea or what days Jesus healed the leapers.
Because I like to think if we did have all of the correct dates for that, we'd wipe out all atheists and non-believers. At least, theoretically, it should.

Anyway, I don't want to ever forget this silly day in time. Thought I should make note of it then, and my thoughts. That's all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqSFqnUFOns

Watch that^

We watched the documentary of this news clip today in sociology class.

Race shouldn’t be an issue. No race should be superior of another. People can say things are better now, but they’re not.
These young children prove that by continually picking the white doll for being nice, smart, good looking or who they’d want to be- and the black doll for anything negative.
This is ridiculous. The part from 1:30 to 1:34 is one of the little girls. The spokes person asks which doll she would want to be. And as she goes to grab the white doll, she’s forced to realized “she was born like the black one”.
And it bothers me that black and white is still an issue in this country.
Is this not terribly sad?

clase de sociología

has been straight up pissing (PISSING) me off. I love it and hate it. I enjoy learning the new things and discovering new weird statistics and whatnot. But at the same time, it makes me so sad. And it makes me dislike the government just a little bit more with each and every discussion we have.

It’s about society, right? And social classes? And I hate social classes. I hate how the world defines you by which part of the social spectrum you’re at. It’s just stupid, because God doesn’t care where you’re at… why does everyone else?

-I hate knowing that the 40 richest Americans have more money than half of America’s population (half equals at least 150 million people). Is that not absolutely ridiculous? I think so.
-I hate knowing that there’s thousands of families that live their lives in complete poverty, when this country clearly has enough money to do something about it. It’s America, land of the free, and the rich, and the land where your dreams can come true. And yet, we aren’t even able to cut poverty. I know there has to be a reason we have it. It has to beneficial to society in someway. But someone benefiting to people living outside and in starvation is just sick to me. No one should be that selfish.
-I hate knowing that minimum wage was designed to be the least amount of money needed to get by without being in poverty. But if life needs increase in price, why isn’t minimum wage also increasing? These things don’t make sense to me. If we aren’t going to do something about minimum wage (due to unemployment rates already being off of the charts), then somewhere along the way, we’re only going to be creating more and more poverty. And you know what, it’s not all going to be situational poverty either. Bad things don’t always have to occur in order to make one poor.
-I hate knowing that while my family is barely getting by, people are out there wasting money on things, people, and places that don’t need it. But on the other hand, I also don’t like knowing that people are out there, IN America sleeping on cement and not eating for days. You hear about it in other countries, and it’s sad to know it happens here. We’ve been called to help others with all that we do. We were made to serve people with the two hands God has given us. We’ve been blessed to be born in America, is what I keep hearing- but if so, why don’t we have our act together? Because I feel like once we do, we can work to complete our challenge around the world. (Am I stupid for thinking social classes are retarded? I’m I stupid for believing they shouldn’t exist? Why should all of the rich, middle and poor live in the same society? If people think it helps build our country up to help better diversify and unite, I think they’re all wrong.)

I just know that this cannot be what God has intended. And with knowing that, maybe you see where I could be so frustrated with learning all of these things about our society and our social classes and all of the other nonsenses that go along with it. Because that’s what it is, nonsense.

5.18.2011

Coolest thing about today is that:

1 month from now (6.18.2011)- I'll have a grad party and be a high school graduate.
2 months from now (7.18.2011)- I'll have hopefully just spent a good chunk of time hanging out with Nathan Whitaker everyday.
3 months from now (8.18.2011)- I'll be at ASU, living the dorm life, done with my first day of classes... probably chillin' with Bolt and Roddy somewhere!

Balmy + Chinix = 4ever

She loves me.
She loves me so dang hard.

i love when

Rhee reminds me of good things. :)

"Look in the mirror. Behold the holy one. Don’t turn away. The image of perfection is looking back at you. The holy moment has arrived.
I know what you are thinking. You call that “holy’? You call that “perfect”? You don’t know what I look like at 6:30 A.M.
No, but I can guess. Hair matted. Pajamas or nightgown wrinkled. Chunks of sleep stuck in the corners of your eyes. Belly bulging. Dried out lips. Pudgy eyes. Breath that could stain a wall. A face that could scare a dog.
“Anything but holy,” you say. “Give me an hour and I’ll look holy. Give me some coffee, some makeup. Give me a toothbrush and a hairbrush, and I’ll make this body presentable. A little perfume. . . a splash of cologne. Then take me into the Holy of Holies. Then I’ll make heaven smile.”
Ah, but there’s where you’re wrong. You see, what makes the morning moment so holy is its honesty. What makes the morning mirror hallowed is that you are seeing exactly who God sees.
And who God loves.
No makeup. No pressed shirts. No power ties. No matching shoes. No layers of images. No status jewelry. Just unkempt honesty.
Just you.
If people love you at 6:30 in the morning, one thing is sure: They love you. They don’t love your title. They don’t love your style. They don’t love your accomplishments. They just love you.
“Love,” wrote one forgiven soul, “covers over a multitude of sins.”
Sounds like God’s love." -Max Lucado

how lame am i for posting a picture of myself today?

no make up. greasy hair. same clothes as yesterday. sexy.

dnalivahrelyat.ebmoocnad

:< i really just want my best friends back.

lololol.

"Sex. It's kind of like eating. If it wasn't enjoyable we wouldn't keep on doing it.
And mankind would probably end."

where did i get this from?

"You always forgot who you are and how much you’re loved. So what I do for you as your friend is remind you who you are and tell you how much I love you. And this isn’t any kind of burden for me, because I love who you are very much. Every time I remind you, I get to remember with you, which is my pleasure."

His image. His love.

God doesn't see gender, color or class. God overlooks black, yellow and white. He doesn't look to see that you're doing well or that you're barely getting by. God doesn't see us by size. He looks past our height and weight. He doesn't look at our new hair style, the make up on our face, the clothes we're wearing or the shoes on our feet. God doesn't see any of us for our appearance; He sees what we do, how we act and where we're headed and He continues to love us. Oh how He does. He has so much love for all of us and it's unconditional.
Black, white, Mexican, Asian: we're all out there.
Rich, poor, democrat, republican, dgaf'ers: we're all out there.
Tall, small, short, wide: we're all out there.
And in Gods eyes, we're unique and we're special and He sends us His love. I want eyes like God's. I want to see things like He does. I don't want to just see faces and places, and grow thoughts and opinions and leave it at that. Instead, I want to see things and people for who they are and all of their beauty. Because that's what we are, we're beautiful. He says that everything with breath was made in His image. And His image is good and it's great. Ultimately though, I don't want to just look anymore. I'm tired of looking. I'm ready to see this beauty. And I'm ready to love; love His people the way He loves. So much love.

not a doubt in my mind we were supposed to be best friends.

"He is. He's so perfect and puts people together, like us, because He knows how badly we need people like each other."

i went to arizona.

and had a freakin-fant-awesome time.

i'm not afraid anymore;

i'm not afraid. forever is a long time.


it'll be interesting to see how this generation plays out.