I'm preaching in 9 hours

and I haven't started the sermon.
Who's surprised?

Luckily, a few conversations with friends
and fellow seminarians
along with a few re-readings of the text
have lead me to some decent ideas.

Off to see where this goes...

paper

so, I have a paper due tomorrow.
so, I have written about one page of the required 4.
4 is not that many.
I just don't want to write it.
I am not a good student.
there might be more posts to come.

in other news,
my fingertip is regaining some semblance of normalcy.
the old skin and the new underneath skin have become friends
and are working together.
looks like Dave Scott was wrong
and I won't be losing it after all.
awesome.

Busy week...

Here's what's going on in my life this week:

campus ministers meeting and meeting re: my life as a PK (already occurred today)
race dialogues
2 fake internship meetings
paper due tomorrow
Candler Thanksgiving dinner
preach on Wednesday morning
Wesley on Wednesday night
lunch with a student
big meeting with Georgia campus ministry peeps, for which I'll miss a class
taking a student to and from the airport
Dana and Beth's famous Tgiving potluck
group meeting for class project

So, if you live near me, go to school with me, or otherwise interact with me regularly, this list is where I'll be this week. Not that it's an unusual list. I'm just saying.

And next week is Thanksgiving. It snuck up on me. But I can sleep then. And play with a kitten. And maybe go to Charleston and wander around.

The semester is rapidly nearing its end. That's crazy.
This post is ridiculous.
Rock on.

Here's what I thought yesterday afternoon:

the weather is gorgeous
the trees are bright and beautiful
dr. erskine brought the word
and the drummers and choir brought the music
samantha had a sandwich when i needed one
i'm wearing striped socks
i got a message from a long lost friend, and this is his birthday
i get to go with a friend from college to a play that stars another friend from college
i'm eating dinner at the flying biscuit
i have a new cd of acoustic foo fighters

I gotta tell ya

I hate exegesis.

Last time, I thought that exegesis and I had worked something out.
I thought we could be friends eventually.
Sorely mistaken.
Severly off-base.
Sadly incorrect.

Alas.

The OnGoing Saga

If you are an avid BethBlog reader,
or if you just scroll down a bit,
you will recall that I burned the crap out of my fingertip
during my halloween costume assemblage.

Well, when it happened
I had to pull the glue off really quickly
so it wouldn't stick to my finger forever,
and the skin puckered up for a while
before the initial blister formed.
That blister hardened to an odd degree
like a callous, but I've never played guitar.

Just now, that fingertip
seems to have decided to secede from the union.
The skin has once again puckered up,
soft from the shower,
and is beginning to tear away.

What will happen to the rest of my finger
if the tip jumps ship?

Registration

Here's what I'm taking next semester:

Images of Christ
Howard Thurman
Public Worship
Religious Education as Transformation
UMC Polity

Rock on. So much classes.

Jay and Sara seem to have had some costume changes... 

Roberta and Lewis -- ah Christian Thought memories 

Parker, the President, WandaKitty, and me 

A cute little ladybug, Homeland Security, a trucker guy named Greg, Groucho, and the Devil's Advocate heading out to the Cotton Winn -- Hirsch house 

I was a ladybug. I burned the crap out of my fingertip making my antenae headband, and Dana had to pin the spots to my shirt for me. Lane was the Angel of the Morning, you know like the song. Fun times. 

20 pages

I realized at 2:30 today that I had written
20 pages in the previous 24 hours.
And I slept 4 hours last night.
So that's a pretty good awake hours to pages ratio.
1:1

I bet that they are high quality pages, too.

10:06

I have a lot left to write.
Sleep, my old friend, we shall have to reschedule our date for tonight.

Plodding Along

I'm making progress, though it's slow going.

I want some pizza.

I have a blog post forming in my head about this song line
(from "Grace" by Rebecca Loebe):
"we told each other secrets
the way that strangers sometimes do"


Bah. Back to work.
Bah, I say.

"a room full of changes, strangers, illusion, confusion.
I speak from my heart but I'm not really sure if it's true..."
~ Indigo Girls from "Lay My Head Down"

Oh, Holy Nite!

So, carving pumpkins is fun,
but it requires a great deal of clean up.
As does making chili, grilled cheese sandwiches, and cookies.

In other news,
I have done one question on my Ethics midterm.
It is possible that I have 2.5 points (out of 100) already.
I am 1/40 of the way done with the exam.
Awesome.

I have a meeting all morning tomorrow
and more meetings all Tuesday morning.
I am determined to get several more of the short answer questions done before I leave my office, though campus security might come kick me out soon.
Off to work some more!

45 minutes

is not enough sleep.

Now you know.
You heard it here first.

Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's 11:13.
I have had a mostly productive day
(read several sermons, bought the book and read half the assignment for ethics and went to class and wrote the tiny paper and went to colloquy, ate Korean cultural dinner, talked about the Holy Spirit and real life with Dana)
yet I have very little written for my midterm
due at 9:30am.

It's muggy in my house.
Stupid chiller/boiler switch.

I made cookies.
First, I dragged Daniel to the store to buy dough.
Then, I tackled him.
I felt compelled.

Okay,
working...

Quotes

Dana reminded me that I love these quotes.


"You will find poetry no where unless you bring some of it with you."
-- Joseph Joubert

"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing."
-- Clive James

Ugh

I hate midterms.
I have
a take-home for Theology of Wesley due tomorrow (up to 12 pages),
another take-home for Ethics due Tuesday (only Jesus knows how many pages that will be),
and a 5 page paper for Non-Profit Leadership due Tuesday.

Lots of posts this weekend, probably...
Perhaps a few today.