No less than the stars!

Bad dream

So last night, I had a dream that my friend C came over to Knoxville to visit me (he lives in Arkansas).  We had sex.  Then I found out later in the dream that he immediately had sex with 20 other Knoxvillian women afterward.  Then I woke up.

And it was one of those dreams that is SO REALISTIC that you have no idea you're dreaming until you wake up and realize you're alone in your own bed.

How awful.

Merry Christmas 2009

Hello, friends!  It is a little past midnight here in Tennessee.  I have been trying for the past hour, to post a video blog to Vimeo, but the uploading process was unsuccessful.  In my frustration, I have reverted (slightly unwillingly) to regular blogging.  And oddly enough, I have a topic!

The topic being Santa Claus, of course.  I think there must be a small part of me that still believes in that jolly old elf.  I'm 21 years old, but I'm anxiously awaiting the early morning, in which I will gallop through my parents' tiny home and land ungracefully in front of presents.  At 21, I still wait in barely contained anticipation for what gifts my parents may have lovingly purchased.  Also at 21, that inner child still thinks Santa is coming at around 3am to display presents of monumental proportions before our tree.

And as mature as everyone (including myself) seems to think I am, as much as I shouldn't expect presents at my age, the truth of it all is that I still hold a few of the same expectations for life that I did at age 7.  With much certainty, I can say most of you feel the same way I do.  After all these years, Christmas is still Christmas.  It is a time to receive certainly, but it is also a time to give.  A time to give freely of your time, your effort, and your means.

Santa is quite real because he lives on within all of us.  The people of the world gave birth to Santa because not only do they like to receive, but they also like to give.  Santa gives us the means to give to our loved ones more than gifts.  Through Santa, we create new childhoods and relive childhoods that are long past.  Because of Santa, there is one day out of the year that NO ONE has to grow up.  For one day, we are all children.  Best of all, we are all children TOGETHER.

So, in the words of the wisest child ever created in literature (that is, Tiny Tim): "God bless us - everyone!"  :)

Oh, the places you'll go!

August has passed, and September is here, so why do I pay $49.50 a year to have a blog I don't use every day?  I have no idea.  I must enjoy spending my money frivolously.  ANYWAY... I have a night class each Tuesday from 6:30-9pm, and I think it may kill me.  The subject matter is of vital interest to me (high school music methods), but it's so much information all at once that I often find myself rather overwhelmed.  I'm just glad I plan on being an elementary school teacher (or a middle school teacher, if worse comes to worse).  But as they say, God laughs hysterically when WE plan.  I always like to say He will stick me in a high school in Alaska because of my plans I keep making.  Ah well, we work with what we are given because He does the same for us. :)

In other news, all is generally well on the boyfriend/girlfriend front.  My sad attempt at a relationship is a one day at a time kind of thing, and sometimes it's just plain difficult.  I don't want to go into too much detail, but I just feel inadequate sometimes.  At the end of the day, all I can do is my best and that may or may not be good enough for those involved.  *shrug*

I shall leave with a quote...

"All one's life is music, if one but touches the strings rightly and in time." - John Ruskin

I know that I am the luckiest

So, maybe "luckiest" isn't really a word, but Ben Folds can make up any word he wants, as far as I am concerned.  I have recently started exclusively dating this guy (whom we shall call N, as I am fanatical about blogging privacy), and he is seventeen kinds of wonderful.  God has given me yet another blessing.  I just hope my will power to continue to be a classy, Christian lady will hold up.  That part of all this is rather difficult for me, but I am trying.  We all fail daily because we're human, but that doesn't mean we give up and do whatever we want.  God expects us to pull our weight, too.

So anyway, that is pretty much the theme of my brain lately: N + overcoming temptation + incredible amounts of blessings in my life = A deep joy only God can truly provide.  Life is beautiful!  :)