Saturday, December 02, 2006

Where He may lead me I'll follow

God has truly smiled upon me! It seems as though I'll be in Athens this summer as an orientation leader. Wow. I never thought I'd actually write that sentence. !!!!. I am incredibly thankful and excited to see what the Lord has planned for this whole situation... but I am also terrified to no end. We shall see!!!!!

I know not what awaits me,
God kindly veils mine eyes,
And o'er each step of my onward way
He makes new scenes to rise;
And ev'ry joy He sends me, comes
A sweet and glad surprise.

Where He may lead me I'll follow,
My trust in Him repose
And ev'ry hour in perfect peace
I'll sing, He knows, He knows;
And ev'ry hour in perfect peace
I'll sing, He knows, He knows.

(Thanks for the hymn, Erin.)

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Goodbye, Teenage Years

Today was my 20th birthday. I feel really old, considering the fact that I feel like I peaked at the age of four (see photo for evidence). Even though I've waved goodbye to my teenage years, I feel like 20 is going to be very exciting...

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

A Clandestine Message

yellow dresses
Originally uploaded by morgangster.
I've lived on Lumpkin street for 18 days now. Trading in the Chacos for a yellow dress wasn't exactly my idea of a good time. The getting up at 5:30, the showering, the noisy band parties next door, the 5 roommates, the scheduled meals... I didn't think I could cut it.
This morning when I woke up... a Post-It note was on my computer screen: "You sleep like a dead person. Enjoy your day!" I love this house!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Why Camp Rules

Today's vegetable is Lettuce with Marshmallows.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Here It Starts...

camp begins
Originally uploaded by morgangster.
Camp has begun. That is all.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

My Life Be Like, Ooh Ahh

ooh ahh
Originally uploaded by morgangster.
I have joined the ranks of the four-wheeled kind. No more Heinz Stucke-ing It for me.

Friday, May 19, 2006

How about a date?

Life never fails to entertain me. When the cute boy handing out samples in the grocery store asked me if I wanted a date, the normal response would have been to take the fruit and walk away. But language is funny. Words, humorous. Definitions, laughable. Whose idea was it to have several things have the same name? Didn't they know this would cause problems? I don't know about other languages, but English and Spanish are definitely guilty. When a small squiggly line is the difference between being 19 years old and having 19 anuses, there is a problem. Just take the fruit, and walk away.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


I don't know why I want to be a writer. Is it because I think I am a good writer? Or that I feel particularly called to do it? Is it because I want to be known for something, or do I really have something to say? I don't know.

I hope it's that I have something to say... but I haven't really figured out what that is yet. Sometimes I feel like I could just sit down and write for days, without really thinking or applying any effort. And other times, the thought of writing makes me feel like my skin is on fire and my brain is imploding.

Maybe that's the way it is with all our passions in life- maybe that's what makes them passions. The thing that inspires you is the same thing that can make you go crazy... and it's that force, that constant, repelling force of inspiration and insanity that allows you to be passionate about something...

Monday, May 15, 2006

Time for a Change

Upon seeing my watch, my brother made the comment that it looked like a party favor he had received in kindergarten after a Ninja Turtle Themed birthday. I tried to take this as a compliment, but the more I looked at it, the more I realized he was right. I hate it when he's right.

So that's when I got this.
It screamed "Responsibility!" and "Maturity!" and "Better Make That a Venti Caramel Mochiato, Paul!"... but alas. It ticks. It actually ticks, like clocks do in the movies. And as hard as I try, I can't get the ticking out of my head. I try to sleep- it ticks. I try to read- there it is, ticking away. It's like a ticking bomb that follows me around, or an annoying song you can't seem to get out of your head. I can't hide it in my pocket, or under my pillow. I also can't read the hands fast enough or without panicking.

It's back to the Turtles for me. It was a good faith effort. And Paul... better make that a Strawberry Milk- to go.

Yeah, I Did That

Coming home after a year in college is not so much a strange feeling as it is a strange event. Here you are, standing in your driveway after 9 months of complete and ultimate freedom. Minus the occasional phone call to update your status ("I'm still alive".... "I need more money"... etc etc) your life has been completely separate from the world you are about to re-enter. Parents are thrilled, siblings hide their excitement, and pets are in the same spot you left them. Only everything is different.
It's interesting to think that a year has passed. High school seniors are getting ready to graduate. My little brother is driving. My room is coated with a layer of dust.
And what's this feeling? Is it saddness? Is it emptiness or longing? Do I wish I'd done things differently? Gone to a closer school, kept up with friends, come home more often? And honestly, I don't know. The experiences I've had this year, the people I've met, the places I've gone, the things I've seen, the things I've learned- I needed them. As much as things have changed, as weird it is to be back in this town, I needed to leave. I needed to grow.
Now I can come back and appreciate my high school teachers, and let my brother drive me to see old friends. I can even enjoy the dust in my room. I can stand in my driveway and think about these things and say, "Yeah, I did that."

Monday, May 01, 2006

Roger that

the boys of 80 springdale, otherwise known as Club 80, find a baby bird struggling for life outside on the ground. He must have fallen out of a tree, and left to die, alone. They pick up his frail, featherless, wrinkly body. They attempt to feed him, but to no avail. They decide Roger, as they've loving named him, is too far gone for help. They decide to put him out of his misery. They get the sling shot, load him, and fire into the woods. Alex spoke some final words for him: "At least Roger died doing what he does best... falling."

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Art for Sale?

Marcel Duchamp created the style of art known as "readymade" art. As the title suggests, he took everyday readymade objects and made them, somehow into art. Pictured is Duchamp's "Advance of a Broken Arm" piece. The largest producer of this type of art is, apparently, Home Depot.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Let the Narcissism Begin

this is my first post... so I think I will tell you a little something about me...

Born the inevitable middle child on October 28, 1986, I started my life just as any other girl in the 80's. I took ballet, was involved in Girl Scouts, and enjoyed playing "pretend" in the loft of my house with my sister. I grew up in a lake town, and therefore spent many hours swimming, skiing, and fishing. When I reached kindergarden, my life aspriation was to be a tap dancer like those in Singing in the Rain, and was undoubtedly let down when I realized I must have missed a whole chapter in the Growing Up Handbook on coordination. Ballet and dance in general became ancient history and I discovered sports in which uncoordination turned into unmatched skills. I continued to play soccer, softball, basketball, volleyball and tennis through my high school days. I found a place on the stage, acting in our town's plays in such reknown roles as Robert the Turkey and Princess Amelia's Grandmother. Later, I captured the roles of Dory in Finding Nemo, Buzz in Toy Story, and the Wicked Step Mother in Cinderella. I discovered writing early in my high school life, and haven't looked back since. The University of Georgia is now a place I hope to hone my writing skills and someday write for a living.