quote of the day

Props to those who've made my week with words. Keep it up, kids.

Bickell (with hot australian accent): "I thought someone was gonna kill him!" "I thought it was gonna be me!"

Jonathan: "Welcome to twitter!"
Me: "Thanks! I have no idea what i'm doing though."
Jonathan: "It's simple. Think about what you're doing. Then tell twitter."

Me (in the youth sunday school lesson): "What does it mean to have the Kingdom of God within us?"
Kristin: "It tells us we should act better."

Pastor Ken: "So...who else likes the greatest thing ever, called football?"

Wild Wild West...Center

I would give graduate school a high five if it were a person. The whole thing just makes sense, ya know? Especially when winthrop's paying me to get a better job and get payed more cash when I leave. Not that money is my driving force, because if it were I wouldn't be going into sports. I realize that I'll probably regret typing every word of this here in about 3 weeks. But as of my homework free life right now, I am satisfied. After several days of switching my schedule around I've finally settled into a quantitatvie methods class in the business school, which was never in my plans. But 2 of my profs I had in undergrad said I didn't need to take their class because I would just be doing the same things. And I got A's in those classes, so I'm not doing that all over again. A compliment but also an inconvenience because I already hate any class with the word quantitative in the title. But I'll make it happen. My favorite portion of this whole idea is working with the sport management faculty. That's where it's at. Right now I've been doing the usual intern type things, but soon I get to teach class with them and do research for a sports business journal and suck up to them so they'll give me a job in 2 years. I would also just like to point out how awesome of a major I've selected for myself. Nothing against my philosophical peeps who have to read 50 books that have no conclusion, but my junk is just interesting. I get to read about lawsuits and how to organize and manage staff and how to make a budget. Stuff that actually happens, its cool. At my GA "desk" there are 3 little cartoon clips taped to the printer that are about health and PE and are supposed to be funny but they aren't really. Nerds. So my overall analysis is good and I think the coming years will be splendid if I don't lose my mind somewhere in the West Center. Until then, peace out social life.

A note about sports

Football season is my jam. You know me. The goodness kicks off on September 3rd with the Panthers playing the steelers and Carolina playing NC state. I predict a big loss for the Panthers and a big W for the Gamecocks. If you disagree in any way with my selection of favorite teams, no worries. I don't trash talk. Unless of course you're a clemson/unc fan in which case I hate you and will always talk junk. I pride myself on being a very realistic sports fan. That means that I take a good look at my teams and if we are going to suck then I swallow your pride and admit it. Carolina is going to suck this year, I'm used to this people. It's just that we can't get a dang quaterback that coach Spurrier will leave in the game for 20 minutes at a time and who isn't a criminal. On the Panthers side of things is the same tale. As much as I love sporting my Jake Delhomme jersey on Sunday afternoons, I think his time has run out. He's just not the same quarterback as he was the year I wanted that jersey for Christmas. Our star player, Steve Smith is out for a while and that hurts too. I'm working for the Panthers again this year and while last time I was in the ticket office wasting away while the game was going on a few feet from me, this time I get to be inside the stadium. I get to deal with cold, crazy, possibly drunk fans who get mad when Jake fumbles. And friends, that might be often. But I get to go to all the home games and cheer on my team...I mean, work. I'm gonna own them some day and if you read this blog, you might get season tickets.

Jesus is a friend of mine

A week ago from this last Sunday, Brittany and I lost my frisbee in the ocean. I threw it and she didn't catch it and I reckon a wave ate it because we never saw it again. My throw was uncatchable and that's why she missed it. But when she came back from home this week, Brittany had me a brand new frisbee, exactly like the one we had lost. And I promise I didn't lose sleep at night thinking about this, but that small little giving of a frisbee reminded me that I don't deserve a single thing I've been given. I haven't earned anything. And on top of that fact, whenever I mess up it's my fault. I know I'll spend what's left of my life trying to figure that one out. To know Jesus is to understand that I'm a sinner and that I'm forgiven all in the same sentence. It's important for me to understand both because knowing I'm a sinner keeps me humble and knowing that I'm forgiven gives me a point to waking up in the morning. I don't share these things to be all inspirational and right. I share because its what I'm learning as I grow up. And I gots a long way to go, yo.

Oh yes, I'm following your joy

The summer wedding tour is officially over. I have no more weddings scheduled in my scheduler. I have found that I've completely underestimated my summer in lots of ways. I thought that it would be completely boring and void of friends, but such is not the case at all. I've been 1,000% busy and I've seen lots of things, traveled lots of miles, and done it with people who are just awesome! I'm completely exhausted and for the first time in a very long time, I wish to have an extensive amount of time to myself. As far as weddings go, I thought I would be completely rediculous and sad and jealous of all these marrital hook-ups. As it turns out, I could probably hold off on the whole planning a wedding thing for a good 2 years. atleast. Not that I haven't enjoyed the abundance of white people all summer, because I definetly have. I'm also very pleased with God's way of bringing my good friends together in marriage. But weddings are stressful I see. I've learned so much this summer about what it means to be single and what it means to be passing through this stage of life as a 23 year old. The world (ok maybe just the south) says this is a perfect time to get married. I've learned to be ok with letting Jesus be in charge of that. I'm ok with Him putting His timing on my turn. I'm single today. Tomorrow may be different. And that's how I choose to perceive it every single day. I've also perfected the electric slide, learned how to catch the bouquet if I really want it, and that gift cards really are the best gifts.

Britt and I surfed this weekend. I was so frustrated because the waves were rough and you could barely get out to the deep part. When I finally caught a wave, I could only get on my knees. I completely busted up my right knee and I'm currently limping like a fool. I have this huge bruise on my side where the board jabbed me. And it was shark week. But on my last try, I stood on the board with one foot and then my other foot slipped me off and I wiped out. That ONE time I got up for like .3 seconds made my violent day of surfing completely worth it and I can't wait to do it again. It was rough, but the GOOD outweighs the bad. I like that.

Sunburn SUCKS, too. If in hell all you do is get sunburn for eternity, then thank God I'm not headed there. really.

Fact.

A 20 oz. Coke has the same amount of sugar as 6 Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I never believed that until I googled it this morning. dang yo.