Currently Listening Little Voice By Sara Bareilles see related

Favorite song at the moment.

"Fairytale"

Cinderella's on her bedroom floor
She's got a
Crush on the guy at the liquor store
Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore
And she forgets why she came here
Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood
For shame she says
None for you dear prince, I'm tired today
I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming

[Chorus:]
'cause I don't care for your fairytales
You're so worried about the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing

Snow White is doing dishes again cause
What else can you do
With seven itty-bitty men?
Sends them to bed and calls up a friend
Says will you meet me at midnight?
The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says
Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair
I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows

[Chorus]

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom
Man made up a story said that I should believe him
Go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
But I don't want the next best thing
So I sing and hold my head down and I break these walls round me
Can't take no more of your fairytale love

[Chorus]

I don't care
I don't care
Worry bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting spent the whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience and a dumb
Appreciation
But the story needs some mending and a better happy ending
Cause I don't want the next best thing
No no I don't want the next best thing

:)

Currently Listening The Rise & Fall of Ruby Woo By The Puppini Sisters see related

Tips for the Incoming Freshman

This is a post dedicated entirely to college students; or more specifically: college Freshman. My Freshman year went by fast--there are so many tidbits I would like to share with you, but I think I shall stick to the basic survival strategies.

-It's okay to be nervous; just don't freak out. It's only college.

-Be casual--seriously. Jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of Puma's (or Nike's every now and then). They will be your best friends.

-Take the stairs! We never have time to hit the gym.

-Avoid group projects at all cost! You WILL end up doing all the work.

-Try the cafeteria food, but don't eat it all the time. It is way to expensive. Make sure you check out the soups though; brocooli-cheese is always a winner.

-Be good friends with a guy who knows how to change a tire and jump-start a car. You will need him--believe me.

-When free food is available and looks somwhat edible--take it.

-Granola bars and coffee will become your most common sustenance. Lots and lots of coffee.

-It is impossible to concentrate when you're cold.

-Don't flirt with the chemistry lab attendants. You never know what could blow up.

-Make a few really good friends that you can call anytime day or night.

-Your phone NEEDS to be compatible to send and recieve texts--this is the 21st century....

-Don't date the guy who knows how to change a tire and jump-start a car--no matter how tempting. You can't risk the relationship you currently have. I mean, it could end badly and then what would you do when you're stranded? : /

-Get used to staying up late, and never having time for anything or (sadly) anyone.

-Be happy with who you are.

-If you're not good at something it's not the end of the world. Just do your best. Telling yourself you're going to fail is just not edifying.

-Flashcards work!

-You need to have a shoulder to cry on.

-DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT attend college with the objective of finding a mate. You really would be wasting alot of time, effort, and money. Besides, Pickings are pretty slim.

-You will become very familiar with Chuck Norris and Dane Cook.

-And, no, God doesn't hate you.

-Make a point to laugh at yourself and others. It's quite fun.

-Be nice to the staff.

-Classical music is a lifesavor during study marathons. It drowns out all other noise and allows you to concentrate at the same time. Wow.

And that, my friends, is all I've got for now.

I'm too tired to write any amount of noteworthy prose for my faithful readers; tonight I can only think in sentences. Simple one-liners: that's all you get from me tonight.

-I worked 12 hours today. My feet are killing me.

-My mom made a smoothie for me before I got home--it's good, but I don't have the willpower to drink it right now. It will still be good in the morning.

-My car stereo is in and is all good to go. Oh, it's nothing great, but it'll do.

-I ate lunch at the Great American Bagel with my Russian friend. I had a malibu chicken sandwich and a pickle.

-I think that the government hates me. Sales tax just went up and gas prices are soaring. Ouch.

-I wish I could find a cure for colon cancer--fast.

-I wouldn't mind finding a cure for breast cancer, cervical cancer,or any kind of cancer--heck, I would like to find a cure for aids.

-Just because I wear a cross around my neck does not mean I'm Catholic. Just because I think rosary beads are pretty does not mean I'm Catholic. Just because my name is Mary Elizabeth does not mean I'm Catholic.Oh, and just because I know random things, like the fact that the Pope made it a sin to litter does not mean I'm catholic (God bless the Pope).

-I wish Harry Potter was real.

-I really want a tomato right now. I can't have a tomato right now. Most of the tomatoes in the region have been recalled due to numerous cases of seminola poisoning.

-I don't think I spelled "seminola" right, but I just don't care.

-I think certain people just shouldn't wear certain things.....

-I hate trains. I was stopped by trains 4 times today, 4. Ridiculous.

-I think Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie were lovers. They were only lonely because it was forbidden.

-People who own and like cats are wierd. Cats are creepy. They just know stuff--they know too much--like what I did last summer....

-I need sleep.

I was folding clothes at work minding my own business today when a group of teenagers strolled in. Id like to say I don't judge by appearances, but than Id be lying--and that just won't due. So in a spirit of confession: I judged these teens by their spiky hair, skinny jeans, and spurred boots. They were talking rather loud and I happened to catch snippets of their conversation. The boy was talking about his trip to Honduras. Apparently, Honduras is a very needy place in which he didn't even get to shower for a whole week (okay, really, that's got to be one hell of a serious water shortage or merely a very disturbing lack of personal hygiene....either way: eww). He talked about working in orphanages full of needy children. He talked about his church team that helped to build a new church for the people (Okay, you can't tell me he didn't take a shower--I think he lied earlier, even missionaries lie sometimes). He talked about going on future trips to Honduras, and elsewhere. I began to rethink my initial judgements. I though about forgiving him for wearing such a horrible outfit (I needed to forgive him because I was offended by just looking at him), I even thought about forgiving his sanitary neglect, but I didn't get that far.

Then he said something that really made my ears perk up. He said that the people who go to Europe (especially France and England) in the spirit of missions, aren't going for God. He said that he thought those people were just trying to make themselves feel better about going on vacation. My intentions to forgive him were no more. Umm--excuse me...who is he to say that the people of France and England don't need missionaries. So, maybe those countries are more industrialized than others, maybe those countries do allow for religious freedom, but that does not mean that they are not full of needy people who need to hear the Gospel like the rest of the world. Are there not orphanages in Europe? Are there not churches that need to be built, and other needs to be met? Are there not hurting and lost people who have not yet been reached? Than why is it a falsehood to visit these countries in the name of missions? There is still work to be done there. If a Christian feels called to save souls in France, than let him go to freakin' France! Who are you to hold him back?

A coworker of mine mentioned that he knew the area in New York where I used to live. Upon further investigation, I found that he visited dear old Upstate NY on a missions trip. He was in Massena and  Potsdam trying to reach the lost and make a difference. He didn't go far, or to a third world country, but he still went. That's what counts.

I laughed so hard when he told me he was there on a missions trip. Fancy that.