Currently My New (to me) Favorite Artists

I've been listening to Pandora lately and scanning myspace to find some new talent. Here are some of my favorite gems:


Acoustic: Joe Brooks

• Favorite song: Superman
• http://www.myspace.com/joebrooksmusic

Alternative: The Bravery

• Favorite Song: Believe
• http://www.myspace.com/thebravery

Funk/Jazz: Rebirth Brass Band

• http://www.myspace.com/rebirthbrassband

Classical: Ralph Vaughan Williams

I can't decide if I want to punch something or cry.

I hate that I love my sin. Why do I always return to what God hates so much, that breaks His heart? Why do I desire to feel guilty and ashamed? I should be desiring to fulfill God's purpose, to be an example for others and live a life that entices others to follow my Father. I hate my sin, and I hate that I love it.  

Even though I run the risk of sounding like a prudish Joshua Harris, I have to say that I really admire girls who dress modestly. And for all you skeptics out there who think that I am writing this just so I can get a girl...you're right. Just. Kidding. There is something to be said though about girls who don't feel the need to show off their bodies -- it gives off an air of confidence. Don't get me wrong, I'll be one of the first people to tell you that a woman's body is one of the most attractive things to me -- besides sleep and a Krispy Kreme, but confidence is a very appealing attribute. And while it's been said a million times before, it's true: guys will respect you more. It becomes much easier for guys to view girls as a soul, a mind, and a personality -- instead of an object. This will probably get misinterpreted as really sexist and unfair, but I don't really care. This is what I think, and if you don't like it, you can subscribe to another blog. Peace.

Thank God For Jupiter

Thank God for Jupiter. I just learned in my astronomy class that without Jupiter acting as an enormous vacuum in space, meteors would be hurtling towards earth causing all kinds of death and destruction. Thank God for Jupiter.

Internship

So I just found out that there might be an internship possibility at Gotee Records. Toby Mac here I come...

The Funship

Best things about my cruise to the Caribbean:

1. All you can eat. Eat up, you already paid for it. Get 2 appetizers...2 desserts...and try snail. If you don't like the lamb you ordered, no biggy, order something else. YOU PAID FOR IT.

2.  My waitor from Hungary (who I really think is with the Russian mob, after seeing him on the beach with his slicked back hair, black beater, and camo pants tippig back a beer and smoking a cigar) named Zoltan, or as we called him, "Z". Not only are we now facebook friends, but he offered to buy me drinks on the beach when he spent the day with us. Don't worry Covenant, I declined. 

3. Joel Palmquist coming into the room, shouting "SUPERMAN" as he leaped to his bed in the pitch black, only to find that he was about 3 feet short.

4. The mexicans mistaking my indecision for bartering techniques.

5. Being on the beach for the first time. The combination of white sand and blue-green water was overwhelming.

6. Realizing that sunscreen was made to protect me, but when you rub it in unevenly you can make a burn that looks like snoopy on your back. 

7. Assisting in the smuggling of cigars to the U.S. in tampons wrappers.

8. Making new friends at the hot tub and actually remembering their names the next time I saw them.

9. Making fun of Joel about losing his money only for him to leave $500 dollars richer...maybe there is something to gambling...

10. Waking up to our door open two night in a row. The first night we all woke up and heard voices, then we realized our door was open. Thing is, our door can only be opened with a card-key...and everyine in our room was asleep. Next night, I am awake when our door slowly creaks open. I throw the covers off and run out to the hallway only to find that no one is there...with hundreds of feet of hallway on either side of our door...not an easy quick escape. We finally got wise the 3rd night and dead-bolted the door, but only after one of my roomies told us that he saw a figure in the doorway the first night. Creeps.

There are so many things I want to write and none of them are encouraging or uplifting, so I'll opt for the "talk about writing it because that's better than actually writing it" deal.

Pandemic

Senioritis is one of the hardest diseases to overcome. I know, because I've been battling it since the middle of last semester and I still have yet to see any improvement in the symptoms. Why can't teachers understand that the last thing I want to do is homework and write stupid papers about stuff that is irrelevant to my future career? I should have gone to a trade school.

-Chris

Huh? What? Be More Constructive With Your Feedback.

I hate being unable to relate to people. There is nothing that frustrates me more than desperately trying to communicate with someone while they blankly stare at me. I wish I had what it takes to have the same humor, experiences, and interests as everyone that I come across. I did not used to be this way. There was a time in my life that I did not care if people understood me or even got to know me...I like being able to relate with people, but at the same time, I feel like it turns me into someone else. I long for a healthy balance of chameleon and Chris.