technology.

First of all, I would like to inform you all that I refrained from blogging about truly 2 horrible things that happened. So hooray for not being a bummer...?

This was the official weekend of amazing shows. Friday night, Jens Lekman. What a sweetheart.
Tonight was Joanna Newsom. My FAVORITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've come to a place where I can't speak about the things that move me.

I met a dog this week. Oh my goodness. There was this white-yellow, baby, giant schnauzer/retriever that cuddled up to me for about 40 minutes. I don't know what it was... but I fell head over heals for this little thing. I've never felt this way about anything. Not about a boy... not about my family... nothing.
I filled out the papers and was literally seconds away from adopting, when my head caught up to me. I backed out at the last moment, and told them I'd be back the next day. I wasn't. But I came back the day after that. She had been housed. Thank God.
From the moment I met that dog until 2 days later when she was no longer an option I thought of nothing else. I still think about her every few minutes. But it does my heart well to know that God spared me from having care for something else, and she is taken care of.
I wish...

Back to technology:
I break everything. It's my touch.
In the past month my phone broke. They shipped me another one in the mail. The new beauty broke today.
My 3 year old iBook broke. My mom has been letting me use hers. I can feel it crumbling under my fingers.

pull me up, sailor. i'm sinking fast.

I'm not so sure I love Atlanta, anymore.

I used to worry about irrational things. I've spent my life crippled with anxiety over things like internet perverts, pick-pockets, sickness and failure.

Now I worry all the time about violent things that have happened to my friends. Let's talk about it:

My friend's girlfriend had the sense beaten right out of her, by a perfect stranger, while walking a few blocks back to her home. Pistol whipped, knocked out, kicked on the ground while laying in her own blood. She's chosen to be kind enough to the world by not owning a car, and walking has slapped her right in the face.

A guy from my high school was abducted at GA Tech while being nice enough to give some men directions. Because he had covered his face the whole time, they let him live by making him jump out of their while going 40 mph.

Just found out about my friend Bob being held at gunpoint for a few hours. Fantastic.

Dozens of students get carjacked at GA State every year. Many of whom have to empty their bank accounts for these gentlemen.

And how about the time a strange man followed my room mate home in the middle of the night and camped out in his car outside our house? At which time I called the police who didn't show up for AN HOUR AND A HALF!! And when the lone officer did show up, he spent his time lecturing us about what to do the next time someone is stalking her in the night... which was to... ironically... notify the police... who will do NOTHING for you. They won't even walk around your house with their little flashlights.




Why the hell should we try to extend kindness to anyone?
I understand that Jesus lived his life in danger, and expects us to follow by His example.
I've been told that there is nothing in our lives that the Lord hasn't endured Himself...
He's even been beaten to the edge of His life, and then murdered.
But He knew it was for the glory of God.
What happens today seems so senseless.
And was He ever raped?
Because the fear of that dominates my thoughts every day, and my nightmares each and every single night.



I've become a selfish person, valuing my own life.

oh yay.

I ran into that guy I from Lazarus Health Day that I blogged about.

His name is John. He hangs out at GSU.

Praise God for giving me the chance to make good on a promise.