I've been gone for a week, and I'm about to leave for another. After that, I've got more stuff going on, so it's hard to say if I'll be online much for the next...month or two. Meh. Let's just say I won't be reading your blog or responding to comments. I probably won't post, but if I do it'll most likely be during the week coming after this one.

Horizon 2008 was...good. It's always good, but I feel like new stuff is always opening up for me. And by its very nature, that never gets old, does it?

I guess I'm learning to trust more in God. For the longest time, I've kind of tried self subsisting. I acknowledge the source of my (His) strength, but I still kind of tried to do it myself.

I need to stop treating God like a concept and more like...a person. Something that we treat as if it's less real than we are, or something we can dissect, but is just beyond all that. Assigning Him motives and such is silly. I do that. A lot. He doesn't do well with being stuffed in the conceptual box of my mind.

Hopefully with that mindset, I can defeat a few bad habits. Imagine doing something bad, even if it seems small and petty, with God standing right behind you! Not just a spirit that loves me, but a super-personal being that loves me and hates my sin. Makes me think twice before I do something stupid. Yup yup.

By the way...I've always heard "God is Love", but I saw a shirt this week that said "Love is God"...is it just me, or does that make LIFE look different? Maybe it's just my hopeless romanticism. Heh.

Some pretty powerful stuff. Manly men crying. A fateful purchase. God speaks.

(messing around)

I got me a hankerin'!

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I take naps all the time. Yesterday, I saw so bored I took an hour long nap ending at 5:30 pm. No bid deal.

I then proceeded to stay up until 3:20 am.

Stupid. Beyond stupid. I pulled a K-fed last night.

Which doesn't necessarily mean I married or made babies.

I swear to (ya'll), I was laying on my makeshift bed until at least 5. I have to swim this week, PLUS school starts Wednesday.I'm wiped. I was only woken up when my mom called obnoxiously and repeatedly.

Crap.

Oh, wait. I said School.

Double crap.

Man, I'm starved.

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School started two days ago. So far, everything's great. None of my teachers have shown signs of being jerks, and I have lunch with a ton of my friends. The classes are all full of old and new buddies, some of which I haven't hung with since middle school. Physical Science is so far a breeze, mostly because of that book I was reading (and am still working on,) An Elegant Universe. I posted something about it here, it's about string theory. Very helpful.

Homework is already starting to pile up, but that's OK. The real killer is swim team. Practice right after school until 6, sometimes 7. Hard sets. Lots of technique and endurance building. The land drills are harder than I remember. I was in better shape second semester last year, apparently. Only a few laps totally kill me.

Not, of course, that I don't love it.

Girls at my school are so...I don't know. I can't think of anyone that I'd start a relationship with. Flirting is great. Conversation...is OK. Only a few closer female friends really converse with me. Which is cool.

Some of my friends are already ready for summer again. I can't imagine.

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Katie was making lemon bars when I called her. In fact, they were just coming out of the oven.

I wanted one.

She taunted me with their sweet gooey-ness. She insisted that I couldn't have one.

I wanted a lemon bar. So, to make her pay for her insolence, I pulled a small and very satisfying prank.

Mom was talking to me from downstairs, (aka yelling through the door) so I was talking to her, too.

"Stevie, I'm going to be in my room to watch TV."

Katie can only hear my side of this conversation. "OK mom. Enjoy yourself. Oh, by the way..." Mom's already gone inside the room and can not hear my shouting, "...can I go to Katie's and grab a lemon bar?"

Poor girl, she really thought I was serious. "Stevie! NO!"

"Yeah, Mom. She just made them."

"NONONONO"

"YES, she invited me. NO, MOM, I didn't invite myself! Gosh."

"I am going to KILL you!"

"She just pulled them out of the oven. She says they're all gooey."

*Various sounds of disagreement*

"No, you don't have to- Wait, what time is it...it's only 9:40, Mark can drive with me. I know-"

"AGHHHHH"

"-the way."

"You aren't talking to your mom, are you?!"

"Not at all. But, MAN, I really had you goin' the-"

*click*

She called back. :P

EDIT: Today I went to her house at 10, banged on her door until she woke up and come out, and ate some lemon bars. They were more like lemon smears, but oh-so lemon-y.

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