run!

I find things like this, and I love the world a little bit more.

Overheard

In the dressing room at Macy's.

Girl 1: I do! I do! I always say that! I-
Girl 2: No, you don't.
G1: -I always say that, it's a thing I say, like, it's me, it's mine, I say it.
G2: Doesn't Ghandi say it? I mean, like, isn't that his thing? Like a famous Ghandi thing?
G1: There is no way Ghandi says that. That's something I say. I am not Ghandi.
G2: I can't even begin to understand you. But that top is really cute!

I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't hear the beginning of this conversation...

made ya blink

Every math and science teacher in the entire world has heard this question an innumerable amount of times, and I'm sure we've all asked it ourselves:

"When are we EVER going to use this?"

Physicist Dr. Piers Barnes validates the hard work of teachers with his calculations that find the number of photos one has to take to get a blink-free shot.

Practical math, anyone?

Revelations from the ride home

1. The boy band 98 degrees has a CD called Revelation. When my iPod died on the 8-hour-drive home, I realized that I know every single word to this album... including the "ooh yeahs" and the "uh-huhs" and the sneakily placed "baby's." This might be the leading factor in my inability to remember things for school.

2. There is an obscene amount of people that have stuffed animals in back windows of their cars. This is not okay.

just a typical night in athens

Yesterday we went to the human rights festival and pumped our fists and yelled "end the war!" with all the hippies of Athens.

After tomorrow, at precisely 9:34 (okay, speculation) it will be summer vacation. This will be the first summer since I was 9 that I am doing something different i.e. not going to camp. Weird. I keep re-reading that sentence and it doesn't seem real to me.

Instead, this summer will be spent in Athens. I love this town. I love the people. I love the places. I love the discoveries and the adventures and the food and entertainment... if you've never been here, you should come. If you have been here, you should come again. Sometimes I have to remind myself that life exists outside of this place because it's so easy to get wrapped up into it.
This post is more of a segue into the summer of UGA Orientation, 2007. I'm pumped.

Meet the UGA Orientation Team

social commentary

you sold me when you made a gang sign.

not so secret garden

My creative writing teacher mentioned this place in passing. When people mention places in passing they don't usually give fantastic directions so it was an adventure to try and find this place based on the vague murmur of the name "Boulevard Avenue" (ironic) and "warehouses."
Sarah and Katie Clay were up for the adventure, even though I'm sure they doubted me half the time. Wandering out into the unknown searching for a "fake tree, with fake birds, in a case" amongst some warehouses didn't really seem too promising.
We might not have found a fake tree in a case, but we did find a real tree in a building. And fake birds. Which, is a whole lot better I think.

Not your ordinary Ice Cream

I went to a poetry reading downtown tonight. Scott Cairns, the poet of the hour, read some of his subtle yet fiercely humorous words at Hot Corner. The one poem that sticks out in my mind is one entitled Necropolitan. Hmmm. Not your ordinary ice cream indeed...

No, no no no no

The earliest I can recall feeling remorse was at 10 years old. Maybe it's because I am getting older, and my memory is getting weaker... or maybe that is the actual age I first felt that dreary pit in the bottom of my tummy that wasn't a result of too many cookies. I know I was 10 because in 5th grade, I really loved yo-yo's. And after a while, I couldn't even yo-yo because I felt so bad. I put the yo-yo in a sock in my drawer and left if there until junior year of high school.

Back then, I used to imagine the world with a dark cloud over it, where everyone shuffled their feet and didn't look at eachother and no one would play games, or laugh. I remember watching Sesame Street as a kid, and there was an episode where they sang a song called "No." The premise was what the world would be like if you couldn't do anything... "No Walking... No Talking... No no no no no no no, No." It was a catchy song but terrifying. It literally gave me nightmares and sometimes when I think about it even now... I get chills. The idea of not being able to truly Live...


What if the world was really like that?

Praise Jesus for coming and rescuing us from these feelings. For lifting the cloud and raising our eyes to Him. Praise him for allowing us to Live.

resolution

I've always been anti-New Years Resolutions. But this year is different. The idea for 365 is turning out to be much better than ever thought! If you have the ambition and a camera... I suggest you do it as well. Start tomorrow... take a picture every day and watch your year unfold!

Dear Winter,

Where've you been? We missed you this year at the Christmas Party. It's not like you to be a no-show at the Holidays. I can't remember a time when we celebrated without you. Are things okay?
Remember how we always used to watch "A White Christmas" together, and drink hot tea, and wear scarves? Without you, I don't feel much like doing these things any more. It just doesn't feel right.
I thought I might see you around today, seeing as January is one of your favorite months to be outside. And today especially looked like your kind of day. I thought I almost got a glimpse of you, but it was just the rain- I couldn't see you.
Where ever you are, you should know that even though you missed the Holidays, it's not too late to show up. I don't hold grudges. I just miss you.
Please, Winter, come visit this year. It won't be the same without you.
Love, Morgan

Acceptance

I’ve never been one to save anything. Those kids who save their Halloween candy so that it lasts until Christmas… I wasn’t one of them. I never could save so much as a candy cane until the end of the Christmas Eve service. I’m the kind of person who bites ice cream and looks at the dessert menu first. I’ve accepted this.
When it comes to tea, I need a big mug. Not a deceivingly tall mug that actually holds the same amount as the one that your fifth grade teacher kept on her desk for pencils. A real mug. Some might call this a soup bowl. The size of the mug is imperative because of the hastiness in which I like to drink it. I’ve accepted this as well.

Nerdy Christmas Gifties

Nerdy Christmas Gifties
Originally uploaded by morgankc.

I find that when I write my list for Christmas, it is usually just books and other book-like items. Here are some of my favorite things from this year's tree...
12 journals. (one for each month!)
A book on troublesome words (because the dictionary is sooo last year.)
No One Cares What You Had For Lunch (a book by the witty and fabulous Margaret Mason.)
A bathrobe (for staying in all day while writing in my journal and reading my book. yay)
Not pictured, but still a favorite, are The Office DVDs...

"Happy Birthday Jesus, sorry your party's so lame."

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.)

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...

One Year Ago Today

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!

Why Camp Rules

Today's vegetable is Lettuce with Marshmallows.

Here It Starts...

camp begins
Originally uploaded by morgangster.

Camp has begun. That is all.