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Shemendar
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Interests: Serving my God and King, The Dominican Republic!, Children and babies, Cooking, Ballroom dancing, Organizing things within an inch of their lives, Photography, Reading, Politics, Proper English, Vacation Bible School, A lot more.
Expertise: The simultaneous cracking of multiple eggs
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Member Since:
2/16/2006
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| I just finished watching Breakfast at Tiffany's for the first time. I started off thinking it was the typical older version of a chick flick, but by about halfway through my English-teacher brain was picking up all kinds of crazy symbolism. Not bad, especially from being adapted from a book! Why don't they make movies like that any more? The kind you can watch more than once or twice and that stick with you? There were the big three that set off movies..The Sound of Music, The Wizard of Oz and Gone With the Wind. I like those movies. And there used to be good or mostly good Disney movies..Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast. That is pretty much the extent of all my movie knowledge. Until I hit 18 I could count how many movies I had seen in theater on one hand; it just wasn't something we really did, so I haven't seen a lot. But the ones I've recently seen are of poor quality. Tonight (movie night), I watched Bride Wars and Breakfast at Tiffany's, and they don't even comapare. The newer chick flicks are more shallow and crude..like a "just add water" meal instead of a home-cooked one. And I'm not a fan of a lot of crazy flashy animation. I suppose I sound old. I do enjoy a good movie, but it has to be a good one. :) | | |
| Have you ever had it happen in which you make a joke, but since you come across as as serious person nobody quite understands that you are making a joke, and then you are encapsulated in the awkward explanation of explaining that you were making a joke when the original line you were making a joke about has vanished from public memory.
How about have you ever written a sentence so long that even though it's technically a question, you overload it with so much information that by the end of it there's no room for the full question mark and the only thing it has energy left for is just a period. | | |
| I'm starting to get closer to a couple of jr. high girls, and this question and this topic always comes up, one way or another. Do I have a boyfriend? Did I ever have one and if I did, did he kiss me? When am I going to have one? Well, I have the answer, folks. Jesus is my boyfriend. Most girls obsess over a guy. Some guy, any guy, really. They don't need to actually like him, they just need him to fulfill the category in their someday/maybe world. Lots of us get into trouble over this, by obsessing too much to, say, our friends, which leaks back to the guy and turns the situation/friendship sour. Or by letting that infatuation or empty hole in our lives be filled with this unsubstantial and unrewarding dream. WHAT IF we were to fill that space with Jesus. What if Jesus was the one we dreamed about, our "someday" guy. How much better off would we be, working at that relationship rather than one that doesn't and won't exist. Plus, he is honest, has a job, loves me, is great with kids, generous, can fix problems, according to the movies is frequently shirtless, and I'm willing to bet that he's the sort that would get up and turn the light off. Going by the whole having-died-for-people-who-hated-him thing.  
And he looks something like this, in my mind. None of that wishy-washy stuff. Chain mail and a sword, with eyes that indicate justice and mercy.
Note: When speaking in Spanish, saying "Si, tengo un novio, se llama Jesus." doesn't work quite as well since the name is more popular there. File that away. | | |
| The other day I spent a few minutes a guy who was really into sports. Playing, watching, arguing about, everything, really into sports. I'm not precisely sure how I managed this growing up in a house with five males who religiously construct various fantasy sport leagues and use technical sports term as household words, but I am not. Those three words do not accurately express the amount that I am not into sports. Into spending time with people, yes. Using sports as a time to do that, no problem. But would I ever watch sports by myself? Not a chance, unless maybe it was for background so that I'd sound intelligent when talking to someone else.
I can sometimes make it through a game without falling asleep, but not often. I tend to watch games leaning on somebody on the couch under a blanket. I went to one baseball game (Royals? Royals! Yeah, that's it.) and I went to a Detroit Pistons basketball game once. And one football game in college. When i was in Jr. High marching band. I don't mind going to games. I see it as a medium to people. It gives them something to do and talk about while they spend time together. And though I know very little about them, I would defend Detroit Red Wings and MI Wolverines to the end. And the Pistons, sadly.
So I hit upon a brilliant conversation plan with the guy. I asked him how the game was. What game? I dunno. It seems like there are always games, so I figured he would assume I was talking about one of them. Worked like a charm. He went off on tangents, and from there the rest was easy. He would say something like "blah blah Mangino blah so unfair blah blah", and I'd ask "So what do you think should have been done?" Or he'd say "i like the English style so much better", and I'd be like "Hm, tell me what's different between the English and American styles."
Ha. I win. I figured it's not exactly lying to have a conversation like that. Best way to make friends is to listen to them or agree with them, especially if it's something they care about.
Only I kind of blew it later when a couple of other people came out and they stated talking about the world cup. The guy and I had been discussing that for some time. I tried to subtly ask the girl next to me what sport we were talking about, and the guy overheard. He gave me the strangest look. There was this ..pause.. in the conversation.
Or maybe I don't win. :) | | |
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