Deep Rest = Depressed?

Just throwing that out there for you to ponder, because I was thinking about it and thought it was funny, in a lingustic-nerd sort of way.

Not that I know anything about deep rest. I'm waking up at 6:30 every morning for some mysterious and completely unjust reason. It's nothing new, but now that I'm working about 6 hours every day, getting up so early in the morning is starting to wear on me. Well, only a little bit. But it may get worse! What if, in the coming months, I start waking up earlier and earlier, until I just don't go to sleep at all?!? You laugh at this, but it just might be happening. I already had a couple of 4:30 mornings. Maybe it's just a matter of time before I'm awake 24/7. Man, that would suck.

And yeah, for everyone that doesn't know (which is just about everyone, I think) I am not in Minneapolis like you may have thought. I'm in Kansas City with my dad. What happened, you ask? Well, let's just say I decided I needed to rest this summer. Yeah, that's it.

Although, like I said before, I'm not getting any rest. Last week I got a job at a department store here. I'm a cashier, so the work isn't grueling or tiring or anything. It's just mind-numbingly boring. So for the 6 or so hours I'm standing around behind a register, I constantly have to think of things to do to keep myself from running out of the store and never returning.

On another note, I'm no longer going through Carleton withdrawal. I'm getting more and more used to Change. There is hope for me yet.

Just because I'm not tired of typing yet, I found another meme to do. Yeah, some say only the lamest bloggers do memes, but I've never claimed to be anything other than lame, so who cares.
The idea behind this one is to list 3 of the following:

Pet Peeves:
-- people typing "ya'll" instead of "y'all"
-- that Martin isn't out on DVD yet
-- the sound of patent leather squeaking up against itself

Favorite Sounds:
-- wind rustling leaves and grass
-- Stevie Wonder singing
-- bagpipes (seriously!)

Favorite Candy:
-- Smuckers jelly beans
-- Twizzlers
-- Butterfinger (nobody better lay a finger. . . ah, nevermind. . .)

Biggest Fears:
-- death/injury of loved ones
-- going blind
-- Bush with his finger on the button (or anyone on Earth, for that matter)

Favorite Department Stores:
-- Stein Mart (company loyalty!)
-- Bloomingdale's
-- Bergdorf Goodman (never been there, but I've always liked the name)

Most Used Words:
-- man
-- shucks
-- random
-- I just picked words out of the air, in case you can't tell. Like I really sit around counting the words I use. Man, shucks. That would really be a waste of time. Not to mention a really random thing to do.

Favorite Pizza Toppings:
-- sauce
-- bell peppers
-- olives

Favorite Cartoon Characters:
-- Darkwing Duck
-- Lisa Simpson
-- Count Duckula

Movies Recently Watched:
-- RIZE (man, that movie is amaaaazing! so thought-provoking, and um, dance-a-riffic.)
-- Mulan (lol. I was so happy when I caught it on TV. BE A MAN!!)
-- Pride and Prejudice (not the 6-hour extravaganza, but the cute b/w version from 1940. I love that one too! I guess I have no standards when it comes to P&P.)

Favorite Fruits:
-- pineapple
-- grapes
-- pears
-- oranges
-- bananas
-- strawberries
-- I know that's more than 3. I really like fruit. And I don't like limits anyway. You know I'm a natural-born rebel; I don't know why you expected me to follow the rules.

Favorite Vegetables:
-- onions (lol @ Edaeni)
-- asparagus
-- corn

And that's that. Wow, just think of all you know about me now that you didn't know before! This blog thing is awesome! (lol. yeah. awesome in a kind of narcissistic, time-robbing sort of way.)

Man, this was the longest entry ever! Shucks! Congratulations for making it to the end. I hope you enjoyed all the random.

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Been a while since I've posted A Song For You Today:

from "Help Me Believe" by Nichole Nordeman, This Mystery (2000)

When mustard seeds made mountains move,
a burning bush that spoke for You was good enough.
When manna fell from heavens high,
just because you told the sky to open up.
Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain
is certainly a possibility,
when logic fails my reasoning, science crushes underneath
the weight of all that is unseen?
. . .
If I abandon all that seeks to make my faith informed and chic,
would You show Yourself to me?
Help me believe, because I don't want to miss any miracles.

Go, Go, Go Shawty (It's My Birthday!!)

(But I ain't partying like it's my birthday.)

So, wow. What a whirlwind week it has been. This is my first official entry as a college graduate! It's so exciting. Well, no not really. I'm actually a little nonplussed. (Know what that means? lol. Thesaurus!) Not that I'm not extremely happy to have completed my undergraduate education and received my Bachelor's degree (whooooo!!!!!! <---------- my happiness), it's just that I'm in limbo right now. It keeps hitting me periodically, little bursts of realization once or twice or thrice a day. I'm not a college student anymore. I don't go to Carleton anymore. I mean I'm saying, it's a big life change. And if you know me, you know that me and Change aren't like good friends. I don't call Change on the phone to see what she's doing. (yes, Change is a feminine entity, deserving a feminine pronoun, because I'm a feminine entity, and it's my change. so there.) And I'd never go by Change's house to see if she wants to see a movie or go dancing. We're just not cool like that. (Now me and Comfort and Joy? Totally different. We chill all the time.) (Man I am loving these parentheses today! Man.) But anyway. Change. It's tough for me, hard to really realize (lol.) my status. I'm not a college student anymore; I'm not a grad student yet. Weird.

But anyway, today's my birthday!! I'm twelveteen (that's 22 for you conformists), and I'm finally feeling the beginnings of adulthood. I don't know what's up, but I just feel like an adult. It's actually a cool feeling. I thought it would be a scary feeling, but no. It's not. It's cool.

Just so I mention it, and give the monumental event its due notice, graduation itself was very wonderful. My parents and brother and sister and my grandma and my friend all came to support me and cheer for me. I was so happy, watching everybody file across the stage, clapping and cheering for people, lining up and then walking across the stage myself and shaking the president's hand, and then finally getting my diploma!!, coming down, tossing my cap in the air, getting handshakes, and hugs and respect from all kinds of professors, and then taking a thousand pictures with my friends and family, and giving/getting a thousand hugs. Yeah, it was a good day.

I mean, until the ceremony was over, and the stupid college made us all move out of our rooms by 5 p.m. (don't tell anybody, but I wasn't gone until 6:30. . .shhh!!). It was a mess, moving beds and dressers and everything back into place. Everyone rushing to throw out all their junk and cart their bulky belongings outdoors. Bleh. Oh, if you could've seen me, dears, in my pretty white graduation dress (the southern tradition, I'll have you know!) and my gold slippers and all my jewelry, lugging huge storage bins and lamps, a bean bag, a refrigerator, a trunk, and so much more. It was a ridiculous sight. Yeah. Carleton is wrong for that. Or maybe it's my fault for having so much stuff. Or maybe it's the fault of my wonderful friends for giving me so many things to with which to try and furnish a bare apartment (thanks guys! love to you!).

No, wait. I remember. It's the school's fault for requiring us all to leave in the middle of the day instead of letting us fully enjoy our recent accomplishments and crossed milestones. That's right.

Stupid Carleton. (But oh, how I miss it! LOL. I am a stew of contradictions.)