I just got off the phone with Jess.  I guess them one people will all be here tonight.  If I knew how to pull off some convincing methods of excitement via xanga, I would.  In other words:  OH YEAH!!!  WOOO!!   LAVOEINOKAMEOFIM!!!


I think I’m just gunna ramble for like 10 minutes now.


The Gov has me working on a calash (NO idea how to spell that).  What a pain.  Imagine trying to cut out and paste together like 40 different heads with messy backgrounds you have to get rid of, and hope it looks nice (using a program just a little bit better than Microsoft Paint).  Of course I’m getting paid to do that instead of real work…   but um…  yeah, never mind.  I think it’s great working with people who have a real passion for professional office job stuffs or whatever.  I feel like such an oddball…  and still I’m so accepted here.  Once a week or so someone wants me to do something with my, spent too much time drawing instead of listening to my teacher-skills.


It was such a miracle to land this job.  Man, if I think about it, everything in my life has the miracle thing going on.


I have to admit that I haven’t even hardy put much thought into everything that’s going on.  If ever worrying about stuff made it better, THIS would be the time to worry about it.  Hahah, it’s like I refuse to even realize that Jess’ parents and mine are meeting like…  soon.  Or that I’m leading worship twice this next week at two different places I’ve never done it before, with people I haven’t even met yet. 


My brain has been hard to conquer in this area, but I feel like I finally don’t care about anything…  just that my relationship with God is the most important and I expect everything I do to naturally bring Him glory.  That seems almost either too ignorant or too wise, but I can’t tell which. 


Well, 5 min until the horn blows.  I guess I should wrap everything up and put an X on the day before the one that’s circled on my calendar.


Later Ninja Clan Squadron.


 

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  1. De_Profundis_Clamavi says:

    I feel the same way about worrying sometimes. I feel bad when I don’t worry even though that doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes I’m scared I’m just being retarded and I should be totally freaked out but then I realize that maybe a part of growing up is not freaking out about things you can’t do anything about. Anyway, we know God has our back… and Sean with his carnivorous carrots. 😉

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