You know maybe Paul was right

He said something to the effect, that if Christ did not rise from the grave we are to be pitied more than all men.

I was at a "Rave" tonight, and well... my convictions were put to the test. People were drinking, which I find disgusting, because A. it stinks, and B. it's not all that healthy. Peope were also smoking, which is just disgusting I mean seriously, you're not that cool if you smoke. They were all having a grand old time, they didn't have anything to worry about, they'd just sleep in the next morning.
Now don't get me wrong I enjoyed myself with the glowsticks, blacklight, and pixie stixs. But I was definitely not having the most fun.
Being a Christian means that you do obstain from a lot of things, and people think you're weird because of it. I mean people were so drunk they couldn't feel their faces. One guy was so drunk he thought I stole his pants and that my name was Tim, he was calling everyone faggots before he finally succumbed to the alcohol and passed out.
But here's the kicker, Jesus did rise from the grave, so we don't have to be pitied, in fact I felt quite the opposite, I felt pity for the others.
One didn't want to be drunk anymore, but despite her best efforts she couldn't stop, it brought her to tears. People who are normally quite on the ball about things, were in some sort of delayed stooper that they won't even remember in the morning.
I don't know what to do. I can't just abandon them, they are some pretty awesome people, when not intoxicated. But I'm expected to leave my God at the door. So what do I do? Do I bring him in anyways, and get shunned? Do I just abandon the cause when with these people, or is there some sort of middle ground I can find?
Well until I find out the answers to those questions I guess I'll just have to play it by ear, listening for what God wants.

And they all lived happily after.

Why am I a sucker for the happy ending? I think I've come up with some sort of answer for this. I like the happy ending because everything ends up alright in the end. It harkens to the bigger story being told. Yes things are going to be bad, and things will be dark, but they get better, they work out in the end. So I'll say it I like the chick flicks where the guy and girl make it in the end. I like the stories where the hero wins against all odds. I like to see that beacon of hope in an otherwise hopeless world that things are going to not only be alright, but they're going to be great!

Summer?

It's raining today and it reminds me an awful lot of August in Alaska. August marks the end of the summer and when we get to return to school. Oddly enough I was okay if summer was ending and we would be heading back to school soon.

A while back a friend asked me how I deal with it?
"What?" I replied.
"This year has gone by so fast."

I gave a witty quip that I don't quite remember. But as I think about it. The past three years of my life have flown by. I've grown and learned so much. Had experiences I could never have dreamed of, made friends that I don't deserve. And there is only one year left.
Where did the time go?
Will this next year pass as quickly as the three previous?
What will it hold?
What new experiences will it bring with it?

That leads me to think of my friends. The ones that have come and gone, the ones that have stayed. The old ones, the new ones. And how each year the dynamic changes. One more year.
Then off to new adventures. All of us, those staying and those leaving. I tend to try not to think about these things, because people don't enjoy talking about them. But sometimes you can't help it. And with noone around. My blog audience gets my thoughts.

I think about things like spur of the moment trips to Meijer or Taco Bell. Of the silly curfew rules, my freshmen year when I practically lived in second floor lounge. The freshmen frenzy, Wellness at 8 am.

I think about how I found my voice this year. How I ran for Vice President of Legislation. Realizing that nice guys don't finish last all the time. And building up my pain tolerance.
So many memories are flooding back but I don't think I'll be putting them all on here.
Three years down, one to go. Man...

(SAM) It's like in the great stories Mr.Frodo, the ones that really matter.Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the ending, because after the end you'll be happy.Why can't the world go back to the way it was, when so much mattered than.But in the end it is only a passing thing, shadow , even darkness must pass. A new day will come when the sun comes and shines out the clearer, thoughts are the stories that stay with you that ment something even if you were to small to understand why. But i think Mr.Frodo I do understand, i know now folks, and thoughts, and stories, and people had lots of chances of turning back, but they didn't they kept going, because they were holding on to something.
(Frodo)What are we holding onto Sam?
(Sam)That there's some good in this world and its worth fighting for.

Spring Break

Leaving of the Residence
A long awaited Sabbath
Noone expects lemon bread
It's not what you know, but who you know.
A Payneful trip?
The world is my oyster
Day before 19
Some has to save the world
Preparations! Preparations
Returning to the Residence

I find myself in an odd place.

I don't care about the walls, the door's open for all who care.