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It's these little occasions that generally pass without fanfare where you look down, and actually recognize yourself as someone you're glad you know. -- a better description of how I feel some mornings than I know how to write

Warning: exposure to the Son may prevent burning. -- a church sign

There's a certain power to knowing, when you wake up every morning, that someone is thinking fondly of you (i.e. someone you're dating / in love with). There's also a certain emptiness when that person isn't in your life anymore.

One thing that I think is important to truly enjoy life is to have fun. This is easily done throughout your daily life. For instance, when driving over a railroad crossing, lift your feet (mind you, I'm not advocating bad driving practices here--safety first). Yes, I do this. It's fun. Try it.

Also, giggle. I'm a twenty-one year old male. I'm 6'4". I giggle. I say *giggle* in IM conversations. Giggling is good for you and those around you. Giggle whenever possible.

*giggle*

Saying Moo often proves entertaining. After all, To err is human, to moo bovine.

Smile.

Road-side signs:

I scream,
You scream,
We all scream,
For Pork Loins.

One potato,
Two potato,
Three potato,
Pork.

There are a couple of issues I've been dealing with in my life for a while. I really haven't gotten into them much in my web log, though I may do so at some point. What it comes down to is that I do a whole lot of thinking and not enough deciding.

I try to figure out what I want, but then remind myself that my plans for myself rarely work out. Doh. Actually, what usually happens is I make a decision, it doesn't work, I get mad / hurt, and things turn out better than I ever could have imagined. Go figure.

So, in an effort to avoid this whole process, I did some thinking tonight as to what Christ would like me to do, instead of what I want to do. My rationale is that Christ's way is always better than my way, so I might as well avoid all the rigmarole. Makes sense, right?

The first step to figuring this out is to figure out the basics of what Christ wants from me. First, I figure He wants me to believe in Him. OK, no problem, taken care of--I do. Second, He wants me to trust Him. Ouch. Problems arise. I'm not saying I don't trust Christ, but I think the whole process I detailed above is evidence enough that I haven't historically done so. All right, I'll try to fix this.

Wait, there's more. So, I'm supposed to trust what Christ is doing--how do I know what He's doing? Aye, there's the rub. I've always believed that we aren't going to be told God's plans for us. I think that makes sense. I mean, if we know what's coming, then were does the faith come in? Agreed? Good.

Right, back to the issue. We've just decided that I'm not going to know what He's got planned. Great. So, what do I do? Well, it would make sense to me that I follow Biblical principles (the Ten Commandments, etc.). If I'm doing that, Christ's work is probably a lot easier and I don't really have to worry about doing the right thing because I know all my decisions are scripturally sound.

I don't think this kind of thinking has been part of my decision making process in the past. Sounds like something to consider.

I'm quite glad no one else is awake in the house. It's 3am and I'm listening to Oklahoma from the Oklahoma musical via headphones. Of course, there's no way that I can sit in my seat and just listen to the song. No, that won't work at all. I have to mouth the words (hey, I'm trying to be courteous here), direct with my hands, dance around on my swivel chair, etc. Now would be the time when someone would say, You need help, Tim, and someone else would say, I don't think there is any help for him. I like my oddness just the way it is, thankyouverymuch. It's character, you know.

Maybe I just need sleep....

Shh, I'm busy conducting 76 Trombones from The Music Man.

My mind just seemed to want to write web log entries today. I have about 10 different things written down that I want to write about, but no time to actually write them. That's what I get for being away from the computer all day, enjoying a beautiful day (read: Tim went to the beach today--details forthcoming).

I apologize if you experienced trouble getting to my page in the past couple of days--I had some problems (grr) with my ISP.