Many of you know that my good friend David Ubben is going to be on a web-based reality show this winter. For those of you that don't, here is the story:
Ubben got an email a month or two ago telling him about this new web-based reality show AOL is doing called "Project: Freshman". 1 kid from 6 different schools would be selected and then would have to keep a video diary of their first semester of college that would be edited by AOL and turned into a show. Ubben wanted to do it, so we put our heads together and came up with a little video that featured many of our idiotic exploits (Bumping, Boxing, Air-soft gun wars, etc.).
Surprise, surprise, Ubben won! Out of like 400 video applicants our little African-American buddy won a spot on the show. Now, our first real glimpse of the show is available to us online: Just click here. He's the one with the Mizzou shirt on.
Needless to say, this is pretty cool. Those of us who were at Ubben's going away party have a legitimate chance of making it onto the show, so thats pretty cool, too.
Anyways, this post was just an excuse to link to that video up there, which I think is pretty cool. Check it out (yea, I linked it twice).
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Story Time
So I'm sitting in the dorm Thursday night by myself with nothing to do, when I think "Hey, I'm kind of hungry." So I take out my phone and call my good buddy Aaron Hopwood and ask him what he's up to. "Oh, I'm just eating at the Student Union," he says. "Who all is there?" "Uh, me, Susanna, and a bunch of rush girls," he responds. "So its pretty much just you and Susanna?" "Yep. But you can come if you want." So I said "Ok, I think I will. I'll be down there in a few minutes."
So I begin the long and strenuous on-foot journey up the hill to the Student Union, wondering why the Union is open so late (by this time it is probably 9:30p). When the Union is finally in sight, I notice a strange fact. There is not a single guy in a 60-yeard radius of this place. "Oh well, maybe they're all inside," I think to myself. So I walk in the doors and walk up into the food court.
There are probably 400 girls there. And 1 guy. That would be me.
Now don't get me wrong--I'm a fan of the ladies. But at this moment I knew something had to be terribly wrong for me to be the only guy there.
"What the heck?" I think to myself. "I am going to fight Hopwood."
So, I slowly walk through trying to figure out whats going one, when I decide to call Hopwood. No answer. "Yep, he's dead."
I see some girls I know waving at me, so I walk over to them and ask them what this is all about. They explain to me that every girl that is rushing has to stay at the Union until 1:00am. They then tell me some rediculous stories about frat guys who had been following them around all night, making cat-calls at them.
Around that time, I see Hopwood in the back corner of the union.
"I gotta go, I gotta talk to Hopwood. I'll see y'all later."
"What the heck, man!?" I say.
"What?" he asks.
"When you told me that it was you, Susanna, and a bunch of sorrority girls here, I didn't think you literally meant JUST YOU, SUSANNA, AND A BUNCH OF SORRORITY GIRLS!"
"Oh, my bad, haha." he says.
So I decide that, since I'm here, I'm just gonna get some food and not make it a wasted trip. While I'm waiting in line, a gross realization makes its way into my head--the realization that I'm THAT guy. All these girls think I'm the guy thats there just to try to get my pimp on and what not. I freeze with humiliation. I am THAT guy.
While I'm pondering this, a friend of mine named Allie comes up to me. We make a little small talk and then I tell her about how embarassed I am about being here. She says she understands and then pauses. "NO YOU CANNOT HAVE MY NUMBER!" she yells and then walks off. 15 girls turn around and stare at me with disgusted looks on their faces.
FIN
So I begin the long and strenuous on-foot journey up the hill to the Student Union, wondering why the Union is open so late (by this time it is probably 9:30p). When the Union is finally in sight, I notice a strange fact. There is not a single guy in a 60-yeard radius of this place. "Oh well, maybe they're all inside," I think to myself. So I walk in the doors and walk up into the food court.
There are probably 400 girls there. And 1 guy. That would be me.
Now don't get me wrong--I'm a fan of the ladies. But at this moment I knew something had to be terribly wrong for me to be the only guy there.
"What the heck?" I think to myself. "I am going to fight Hopwood."
So, I slowly walk through trying to figure out whats going one, when I decide to call Hopwood. No answer. "Yep, he's dead."
I see some girls I know waving at me, so I walk over to them and ask them what this is all about. They explain to me that every girl that is rushing has to stay at the Union until 1:00am. They then tell me some rediculous stories about frat guys who had been following them around all night, making cat-calls at them.
Around that time, I see Hopwood in the back corner of the union.
"I gotta go, I gotta talk to Hopwood. I'll see y'all later."
"What the heck, man!?" I say.
"What?" he asks.
"When you told me that it was you, Susanna, and a bunch of sorrority girls here, I didn't think you literally meant JUST YOU, SUSANNA, AND A BUNCH OF SORRORITY GIRLS!"
"Oh, my bad, haha." he says.
So I decide that, since I'm here, I'm just gonna get some food and not make it a wasted trip. While I'm waiting in line, a gross realization makes its way into my head--the realization that I'm THAT guy. All these girls think I'm the guy thats there just to try to get my pimp on and what not. I freeze with humiliation. I am THAT guy.
While I'm pondering this, a friend of mine named Allie comes up to me. We make a little small talk and then I tell her about how embarassed I am about being here. She says she understands and then pauses. "NO YOU CANNOT HAVE MY NUMBER!" she yells and then walks off. 15 girls turn around and stare at me with disgusted looks on their faces.
FIN
Dorm Life
So about my last post... I'll probably get around to actually typing it one of these days. It was kind of serious. But, until I feel like it retyping it, I'll just post about whatever I feel like posting about. For now, its dorm life.
Roland and I moved into Pomfret Thursday. So far, it has been pretty cool. The food's not bad and its cool to be just a few steps away from so many of my friends. Here are a few pictures of our humble abode:
The Hallway (with Nick)
The Hallway Again (with Nick)
Looking in the Door
Heger's Side
The Middle
Roland's Side
As always, keep it classy.
Roland and I moved into Pomfret Thursday. So far, it has been pretty cool. The food's not bad and its cool to be just a few steps away from so many of my friends. Here are a few pictures of our humble abode:
The Hallway (with Nick)
The Hallway Again (with Nick)
Looking in the Door
Heger's Side
The Middle
Roland's Side
As always, keep it classy.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
unbelievable
Well I just spent an hour typing a post only to have it accidentally deleted. I am very mad right now. I guess I will try to type it again tomorrow.
Check out Teters's blog.
Check out Teters's blog.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Church people
I overheard an interesting conversation with one of my managers at work today. She was telling some story that I caught the tail end of, the only part I heard being "And I hope his only son turns out to be gay! That would be hilarious."
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, my girlfriend's dad is a church-person--not that there's anything wrong with that! I like church people!" she replied. She said "not that there's anything wrong with that" because she knows I'm a Christian and therefore a "church person". She didn't want to offend me, I guess.
She continued, "You know, everytime my girlfried is around him now, he makes everyone keep their distance from her. 'Shun the lesbians' he says... or at least it seems like he must say that."
What followed was my favorite part:
"I mean, he goes to church every Sunday, never misses a sermon. Except for the ones on 'not judging lest you be judged'."
"The ones on acceptance," I said.
"Exactly!" she said.
"The ones on love," I said.
"Love! Yes!"
"Thats sad," I said. And it is sad.
It makes me sad that the Christian stereotype is now associated with something negative, something hateful and judgemental. What used be the "salt" and the "light" now is the gavel and the sounding block.
We've screwed something up.
When did the Christianity become something negative? When did God become a justification and a motive for hate? When did the church become a tool to be used to swing votes for political campaigns? I don't know. But it makes me very sad. I can't imagine how sad it makes Jesus.
The worst part about this whole thing is that, at times, I'm that guy. I'm the guy that uses God as a motive for hate (whether I realize it or not). I'm the guy that uses scripture to condemn others when only God has that right. Etc., etc., etc.
The fact is, there is a law. There is an absolute right and wrong. But it is not my job to make anyone obey that law. Someone who doesn't love Christ has no reason to obey his commands, so we need to stop acting as if they do.
Jesus didn't use "gay" as a derogatory term. He didn't walk up to adulteresses and tell them they were dirty whores (and, for that matter, he didn't call them dirty whores behind their backs). He loved them and invited them to his dinner table. He told others to quit judging them. He befriended these downtrodden people. Then, later, in love, he told them to repent and sin no more. JESUS did.
Jesus was awesome.
--Heger
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, my girlfriend's dad is a church-person--not that there's anything wrong with that! I like church people!" she replied. She said "not that there's anything wrong with that" because she knows I'm a Christian and therefore a "church person". She didn't want to offend me, I guess.
She continued, "You know, everytime my girlfried is around him now, he makes everyone keep their distance from her. 'Shun the lesbians' he says... or at least it seems like he must say that."
What followed was my favorite part:
"I mean, he goes to church every Sunday, never misses a sermon. Except for the ones on 'not judging lest you be judged'."
"The ones on acceptance," I said.
"Exactly!" she said.
"The ones on love," I said.
"Love! Yes!"
"Thats sad," I said. And it is sad.
It makes me sad that the Christian stereotype is now associated with something negative, something hateful and judgemental. What used be the "salt" and the "light" now is the gavel and the sounding block.
We've screwed something up.
When did the Christianity become something negative? When did God become a justification and a motive for hate? When did the church become a tool to be used to swing votes for political campaigns? I don't know. But it makes me very sad. I can't imagine how sad it makes Jesus.
The worst part about this whole thing is that, at times, I'm that guy. I'm the guy that uses God as a motive for hate (whether I realize it or not). I'm the guy that uses scripture to condemn others when only God has that right. Etc., etc., etc.
The fact is, there is a law. There is an absolute right and wrong. But it is not my job to make anyone obey that law. Someone who doesn't love Christ has no reason to obey his commands, so we need to stop acting as if they do.
Jesus didn't use "gay" as a derogatory term. He didn't walk up to adulteresses and tell them they were dirty whores (and, for that matter, he didn't call them dirty whores behind their backs). He loved them and invited them to his dinner table. He told others to quit judging them. He befriended these downtrodden people. Then, later, in love, he told them to repent and sin no more. JESUS did.
Jesus was awesome.
--Heger
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Girls are pretty
I'm gonna be honest, sometimes I get a little lonely. Sometimes I feel like there's a little gap in my life. Sometimes I really wish I had a girl that I could really care about and that could really care about me. That would make me complete.
Then I pick up a bible and randomly start reading it and come across this verse:
And I start to think that I'm on to something. I start to think "Thats it! That's what I've been looking for! It is NOT good for me to be alone!"
But then I check out what good ole' Paul was up to:
But why would Paul say something like that? Well, its almost a given:
Makes sense.
Its just that a wife is something that I really want. To selflessly love someone so much that I would lay down my life for them just as Christ did for the church is something I want to give to/do for someone.
I once heard Laural Eddleman say that at the moment in her life when she completely gave up worrying about finding a husband and became totally dependent on God and, essentially, became comfortable with the idea of living a life of undivided attention to the Lord, God gave her Josh.
I realize all of this, and I think its quite beautiful. Its just that sometimes its tough to not want to just jump into a relationship. I've wanted to before. Its tough to see a Godly woman and realize that I just am simply not ready to offer her anything of worth yet until I've offered God everything I have. Its hard when you want to give someone something, but you have nothing to give. I've got to get to the point where I don't worry about stuff like this. To simply live has to be Christ, and to die has to be gain.
As long as I feel like I'm "incomplete" without a "significant other", I will never deserve one.
And even now, the fear is creeping up in the back of my mind that I only want to depend on God like this simply because I think I have a better chance of getting married than without doing it. I have to truly, and I mean truly desire nothing but God. Needless to say, this is his work to do and it is my job to seek him and let him break me down. I sure as heck can't do it.
Let me rephrase the start of this post:
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I'm gonna be honest, sometimes I get a little lonely. Sometimes I feel like there's a little gap in my life. And the very fact that I think it exists is why it can't be filled.
Then I pick up a bible and randomly start reading it and come across this verse:
"The Lord God said, 'It is not good for man to be alone.'"
And I start to think that I'm on to something. I start to think "Thats it! That's what I've been looking for! It is NOT good for me to be alone!"
But then I check out what good ole' Paul was up to:
"Now for the matters you wrote about: It is good for a man not to marry."or
"Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I am."or
"Are you unmarried? Do not look for a wife."Oh.
But why would Paul say something like that? Well, its almost a given:
"I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs--how he can please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world--how he can please his wife--and his interests are divided. An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord's affairs: Her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world--how she can please her husband. I am saying this for your own good, not to restrict you, but that you may live in a way in undivided devotion to the Lord."
Makes sense.
Its just that a wife is something that I really want. To selflessly love someone so much that I would lay down my life for them just as Christ did for the church is something I want to give to/do for someone.
I once heard Laural Eddleman say that at the moment in her life when she completely gave up worrying about finding a husband and became totally dependent on God and, essentially, became comfortable with the idea of living a life of undivided attention to the Lord, God gave her Josh.
I realize all of this, and I think its quite beautiful. Its just that sometimes its tough to not want to just jump into a relationship. I've wanted to before. Its tough to see a Godly woman and realize that I just am simply not ready to offer her anything of worth yet until I've offered God everything I have. Its hard when you want to give someone something, but you have nothing to give. I've got to get to the point where I don't worry about stuff like this. To simply live has to be Christ, and to die has to be gain.
As long as I feel like I'm "incomplete" without a "significant other", I will never deserve one.
And even now, the fear is creeping up in the back of my mind that I only want to depend on God like this simply because I think I have a better chance of getting married than without doing it. I have to truly, and I mean truly desire nothing but God. Needless to say, this is his work to do and it is my job to seek him and let him break me down. I sure as heck can't do it.
Let me rephrase the start of this post:
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I'm gonna be honest, sometimes I get a little lonely. Sometimes I feel like there's a little gap in my life. And the very fact that I think it exists is why it can't be filled.
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