Fugly Girls with Revealing Knees

So that's what's going through my head: girls who could pass as creatures who graze the plains who like to strut their knees.

So Thanksgiving break has been pretty good. I forced myself to leave all homework and work-related items in my door room before I headed out to spend three days with my grandparents. It was great, except for the fact that nearly all the cousins (who happen to be twelve or younger) decided to stay over as well. It was three o'clock before I even closed my eyes to go to sleep the first night.

Now, I'm sitting at my grandparents' house because the internet connection beats Gateway's by a mile. Plus, the heaters nausceate me to the point where I want to vomit uncontrollably. And the showers need a good scrub down so I think I'll take advantage of the break and stay over in a clean enviroment.

Great, now I'm starting to sound like a tree-huggin' liberal. Pretty soon I'll be spray painting peace signs on the side of abandoned buildings.

I've had a lot on my mind though lately. Especially since the first semester at Gateway is coming to a close. I've given serious thought to a lot of things, especially what I want to do after this first year at what might be the greatest Bible college on planet Earth (caution: fresh dripping sarcasm).  I'm thinking maybe doing the whole four years here; possibly doing one here and one at Indiana Baptist, pardon, Indiana Bible College. Another thought is doing two years at Gateway and then atending Liberty University and getting a degree in Journalism. But for now, all I can do is pray.

So, I'm about to hit the sack because I haven't slept that much because of overexcited and over-caffeinated small children who find great joy in pouncing on anything in sight. I've learned to limit my movement around them; it's the motion that attracts them. They're like little spider monkeys.

Well, for now, I'm going to forget the fugly girls with revealing knees. I've got a long day tomorrow and I need to sleep. I doubt that's going to happen but I'm going to try.

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

7:15 a.m.

That's the time the alarm on my cell phone goes off. That's right. It's time to get up and get ready for school. I dread the thought of having to get up, but I have to consider it. I pick up my phone, which at the moment sounds like a tractor trailer backing up, and I see two options. I can either hit SNOOZE and let it go off again in five minutes or shut it off now and get up.

Everything has a decision attached to it.

7:18 a.m.

I decide to get up. I can't afford a tardy. I go to my closet and look at my clothing options. The dress code requires a polo shirt. But I have many of them. More options, more decisions. I can either go with the plain brown one or be spontaneous and wear the striped blue one. It's so insane because I love both of them.

Everything has a decision attached to it.

7:30 a.m.

I decide to be boring and wear the brown one. After freshening up, I go into the kitchen where I see my mother, holding a cereal box in one hand and an egg in the other. "What do you want for breakfast?" she inquires. Oh, bother. Another decision. If I want to fill my stomach and be a happy individual, I would go with the egg. If I just want to get out the door, I'd take the cereal. But I'm having a rough time deciding. Do I want to be fast, or do I want to be happy?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

7:45 a.m.

I'm in a hurry to get to my academic haven, so I go with the cereal. Watch out, world, here I come. I get in the car and I want to chill out for the next ten minutes so I decide to put on my iPod. But I remember that there is a big test today and I stink at multi-tasking. I want to have ten minutes of heaven, but a big fat F would be the consequence of that. What should I do?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

8:00 a.m.

I walk into my first class. I say hello to my classmates and sit down. And then I get up. The sun's in my face. I sit down in another spot. Someone spilled water (I THINK it's water) on this one. I find another spot. There's something poking my back. I stand up again, only to discover that those are the only available spots. Where should I sit. Should I endure the gleaming sun rays, dry my pants off after class, or just deal with the dicomfort of something poking my back?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

9:30 a.m.

Study Hall! My favorite class of the day. Basically, I can just chill and do whatever (some restrictions apply) for fifty minutes. But I have yet another test to study for, so I can use my time to do that. But I'm too lazy. I mean, I know all of the stuff, so it shouldn't be a problem. But all I wanna do right now is lean back, relax, read a book, or perhaps just sleep. But I might forget come testing time, so I better study. But is it really gonna be worth it?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

12:05 p.m.

It's lunch time! I'm excited because I am exhausted of hearing hour long lectures and I just want something to fill my stomach with. I walk outside off of campus and go across the street to...no, a meat sandwich doesn't sound so good right now. A meat quesadilla sound pretty good so I walk back across the street. But a meat sandwich would be great. But so would a meat quesadilla. Maybe I should get both. No, not enough money. Oh, man. Why does it have to be so difficult?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

12:30 p.m.

Ah, reading time. Or a twenty-minute Study Hall, depending on how you plan to use it. I walk in with a book, reading to dive into the adventures of Huckleberry Finn. But no. I still have MORE homework to do, so I should use these twenty minutes to study. But I don't want to. But I must. I want to find out what happens to Huck and Jim, but I have to answer a review sheet on how a bill becomes a law. It's so hard to decide. I want to do both, but I'm not a multi-tasker.

Everything has a decision attached to it.

3:00 p.m.

School is over. I come home and throw my backpack on my bed. I go upstairs to play PS2, but I remember that I have a book report to type out. Oh, but it can wait. But what if I wait too long? I would finish it late and lose points that would accumulate to the errors that are certain to be on the report. What should I do?

Everything has a decision attached to it.

10:00 p.m.

I have finished a hearty work-out and now it's time to open the Word of God. But I'm too tired, so I put it off until the morning.

That's when I begin to think. The past decisions have been so trivial and I treated them as if the nation depended on them. But now, one of the greatest decisions of my day is being blown off because I'm simply too tired. Ashamed, I kneel down beside my bed and pray. I ask God to forgive me for even considering not spending time in his Word. I ask Him to give me another chance. And He does.

So I get up. I sit up on my bed, my back against the wall. And I open my Bible and begin to read.

That's when I realize that everything does has a decision attached to it, but when it comes to God, I shouldn't even have to consider whether to do it or not. I should just do it and rely on Him to carry me through.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." - Philippians 4:13