a vestige of thought...
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Mysterious sounding wrist ailments...
Fortunately for me, it's a rather mild case. Still, I can't play violin for at least two weeks. That means that I'm going to miss both the BAYSO and the Finneytown holiday concerts and I will be unable to play in church this week or next, as I was supposed to do. *sigh* Ah well.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
A Starv[ed] for Art[ist]
Ever since I was a tiny violin-squeaker and church children's choir member I have wanted to see a Broadway musical (that was not performed by high school students). Sadly, I have yet to do so. I have sworn to myself, though, that before this year is through I will go see a show at the Aronoff, even if I just buy my one ticket and go down there by myself (my parents assure me they would be ever so glad to accompany me if I were to buy tickets for them, but this is quite unlikely). I'm definitely going to see Wicked in March and, if I'm lucky, I want to go see Phantom of the Opera as well this December. I will, I say, I WILL!
Friday, November 25, 2005
Christy's Top 25
1. Chant- Michelle Tumes
2. Let it All Out- Relient K
3. For The Moments I Feel Faint- Relient K
4. Hallelujahs- Chris Rice
5. Collide- Howie Day
6. The Time That Is Left- Mark Schultz
7. Happy- Matthew West
8. How You Remind Me- Nickelback
9. Love Leaves Its Mark- Trevor Morgan
10. Lullaby- Jennifer Joy
11. Last Words- Thousand Foot Krutch
12. New Design- Thousand Foot Krutch
13. Circle Up- Chris Rice
14. My Prayer- Chris Rice
15. Blankets- Andrea Summer
16. A Lack of Color- Death Cab for Cutie
17. You and Me- Lifehouse
18. The Hand Song- Nickel Creek
19. The One I'm Waiting For- Relient K
20. Beauty from Pain- Superchick
21. Transatlanticism- Death Cab for Cutie
22. Closer to You- Mark Shultz
23. Out of My Hands- Matthew West
24. My Finest Hour- Matthew West
25. I Am Understood?- Relient K
Recently downloaded song that I imagine will soon be in the top 25: For Good- from the Broadway musical Wicked.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God... No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civic strive in which we are un avoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln
Happy Thanksgiving. I am thankful for you and you and you (the three people I know of who read my blog) and you (plural, for any who read my blog that I am unaware of). "I thank my God every time I remember you." (Philippians 1:3) And honestly, I do! (Though not just because you read my blog.)
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I am very grateful for the God of comfort mentioned in the verse above, but I am learning more and more that the God of comfort is not the God of being comfortable. Just think of all the people in the Bible that God called: Mary, Moses, Abraham, Job... the list goes on and on. Many of God's chosen were taken from a good situation and put in a difficult one. None of them, certainly, were immediately called into a better place, at least by the world's eyes.
I know that Andrea's suggestions (more than suggestions, really) for SIC this afternoon were not well-received by all. This is probably because they were not what we wanted, not what made us comfortable. But sometimes we need to be shaken up a little. When we're uncomfortable, we have to trust God (and not ourselves) with what's going to happen next. His will is more likely to be done that way.
It's pretty obvious to me that SIC in its current format is not working. I agree very much with Andrea when she says we need to get back to the basics, to scripture itself. It's not as if we will never again speak of our personal lives or be able to vent about whatever. I fear that our group was becoming too much a venting group, though, and often forgot to make God the center of it. You girls know I love you very, very much. I hope that these changes and transitions will not discourage any of you from taking part in the group. Change usually means that God is doing something. I hope that all of you will stick around to find out what it is.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
My Name, Mihi Nomen, Me Llamo, Je M'appelle
Friday, November 18, 2005
A few weeks ago someone from another class was supposed to come take our picture for the Learning Tree yearbook, but no one showed up. After class, Sarah mentioned to me that she was glad no one came because she hadn't worn any make up that day and her face was "breaking out" (though if she hadn't stuck her forehead in my face, I never would have noticed). She then paused and said that really, she had eyeliner and mascara on, but "that doesn't count" as make up, for whatever reason. The whole time she seemed so insecure. I wanted to show her a picture of herself (as I have felt with so many girls) and say, "Look! Look at how beautiful you are! You don't need make up or sexy clothes or fancy jewelery. You are amazingly beautiful!"
Why is it that so many people, girls especially, can see beauty in everyone but themselves? If there is one message I want to live out it's this: You are beautiful! Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop trying to make your outside perfect by covering up who God made you to be! Don't neglect your appearance, certainly, but there is more to you than your outer shell! Stop faking it and concentrate on being genuinely you. You are already beautiful. Show it in your confidence and your character!
1 Peter 3:3-4a
**I apologize if that was a bit preachy. This is something I feel quite strongly about!
- Our living room has become the family room and the family room is now a school room (though both rooms are still called by their original names). The computer is still in the family room as are the dogs' crates and the treadmill, but we have added the piano, some tables/desks, and additional bookshelves. The TV and entertainment center has been moved to the living room, along with the couch and one chair (the original living room couch and chairs have been donated to a worthy cause somewhere). All the once family room/now living room furniture has been recovered and redecorated. Apparently Mom finds a purpose to all this rearranging, but certainly I do not. Now there are very few options for those of us who wish to be in a place where we can read and not be interrupted by sounds of the television, one can no longer watch television and chat on the internet at the same time, and Lisa is pretty much the only person to use the school room, so it seems to me to be wasted space. But alas, I am not in charge here. I just give suggestions and follow directions. Plus, I was gone while all this rearranging was being arranged.
- My adventurous cat Mia found her way outside a few days ago and was missing for about 6 hours. My parents apparently found her outside in the ivy on the side of the house and brought her inside. I was not home during this ordeal either, a fact for which I am very grateful as I would have been a wreck.
- I applied for a credit card (so that I can make online purchases on my own card, rather than paying my parents) and was declined basically because I don't have a credit report. Of course I don't have a credit report! I've only been old enough to hold a credit card for 3 months! How does one develop a credit history if no one will give hem a chance to prove hemselves? (Hem=heir only different (subjective case vs objective case, but that's for another time).) So I'm basically stuck in a catch-22 and perhaps I will be paying my parents for stuff until I'm 50.
- It's cold outside. I have stocked up on tea and related products so as to be prepared for whatever weather is went my way.
- My mother is convinced that I have carpal tunnel syndrome in my right wrist. I am not as convinced (I don't have any numbness or tingling in the hand or fingers, just pain in the wrist when I bend it and/or put weight on it). In any case, since the old brace of my dad's that I've been wearing off and on for a couple of weeks has done no good, Mom bought me a very gung-ho wrist brace that I'm supposed to wear all the time for a couple of weeks and then at night and when typing for awhile. Yuck. I can only type with one or two fingers on my right hand (it's incredibly frustrating to have to type so slowly!) and using a pen is rather difficult. Ah well. I am very grateful that I didn't break it and can take the brace off for things such as playing violin.
- I discovered a little while ago that there was a huge, disgusting amount of mildew growing behind my bed (where the solid head of the loft bed faces the wall). My fantastically wonderful father spent part of today scrubbing it all off. In case redoing the family and living rooms wasn't enough, I'm probably going to have to change my room around so that the head of the bed isn't facing an outside wall (where condensation can build up behind it and, without enough air flow to dry it out, grow more mildew). Thankfully, even with such a huge amount of mildew, the room never smelled!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Because real people just aren't good enough
On a different note, it snowed today. I'd been so caught up in the beautiful fall weather we've been having that I forgot it was the middle of November. Christmas is just around the bend. Windy Gap is a month from today(!). I can't say as I'm looking forward to winter, exactly, but I stocked up on tea yesterday, so I'm at least perpared.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Plums and Noodles
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
(William Carlos Williams)
a "good poem" (according to Garrison Keillor who put it in his book of Good Poems) when
I am cutting the noodles
in my soup, because
they are too long
stay on my spoon.
is just silly?
Monday, November 14, 2005
"To sleep, perchance to dream"
Sunday, November 13, 2005
A Violin's Plea
I heard the whisper early one morning; and again,
that night, from the case in the corner.
"Remember when you really played?
When your eyes read
more than notes and your fingers
ressed more than strings and your hand
pulled more than a bow?"
"Yes, I remember."
"So do I.
You played more than music. It was
passion and grace,
you're audible heart."
"But I still play," I said.
I still play."
"That book you hold; yes, the blank one-
It stole you from me. What you used to say
through me, you say in there, with
empty, insufficient, words.
"You are frustrated. Your words,
long and lavish, pretentiously preposterous,
are a false echo of my song: too silent to express
your soul. Don't
I am here so that you
may make music of emotion
when words of feeling fail."
Saturday, November 12, 2005
I Hate Making Decisions
- I was completely comfortable on campus. I was not nervous at all the whole weekend, which is unusual for me. I was surprised to discover how outgoing I could be. I only knew only one person, who I didn't see much of this weekend, but by the end of my stay there were familiar faces everywhere.
- The girls in the hall I stayed in were fantastic. They took me in immediately and made me feel as if I'd been living there as long as the rest of them. I was amazed at the feeling of community there. The dorms themselves were also amazing. They are by far the nicest I have seen in all my college visits. I just knew that I could feel at home there.
- I attended three classes and at the beginning of each the professors introduced themselves to me and then introduced me to the rest of the class. Several of the students in the classes remembered me and came up to me later in the day to chat. In classes I have attended at other colleges I was all but ignored by both professors and students.
- Chapel. I did not plan to go to a Christian college. In fact, for a time I was completely against it. I wanted to get out of my Christian bubble. However, it has become clear to me in the past couple of years (especially through Cafe and such) that God has designed me to focus on encouraging and building up fellow Christians rather than leading non-Christians to Him. Getting an education from a Christian perspective and going to Chapel, where I can make sure my focus is in the right place, will help me tremendously with this.
- When I visited a few other colleges I began to dread college a bit less, but Asbury is the first school to actually make me excited about it.
- And the number one reason: I remember distinctly the night in 8th grade when I participated in my first homeschool drama (A Charlie Brown Christmas). As I was leaving that night, I felt this incredible peace (probably the only peaceful moment of my 8th grade year, in fact). It was as if God was saying to me, "This (homeschooling) is my place for you." I had that same feeling in Chapel on Friday morning. I'm applying at Transylvania pretty much because Dad says I have to apply at more than one school, but I absolutely cannot imagine going anywhere but Asbury.
Friday, November 11, 2005
So this is what people do in their dorms between activities...
Five things about Christina Marie Humason
1. I love jelly beans. Even the black ones. Jelly Bellies are the best, but Starburst ones are also excellent.
2. I dislike the short story "A Good Man is Hard to Find," by Flannery O'Connor.
3. I think cats are highly superior to dogs.
4. I am angry at Levi's for making their blue jeans bigger because now the size that fit me perfectly is too big and the next size down is too small.
5. I have worn some kind of orthodontia since I was seven. My first ortho was really weird and I probably could have waited longer to start, but without all of it I would have had to have jaw surgery.
I now tag Heather, Kelly, Brandae, Becca, and Scott.
I'm off to go watch a play. The happy college admissions counselors gave me a free ticket and all the students are jealous. Bwahaha.
Greetings from Asbury!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Este Plus Pulli*
Puer est in villa. Est agricolae amicus. Puer et agricolae filius spectant viros in agro. Agricolae femina dat pueris nuntium. Pueri portant nuntium ad viros. Viri laudant pueros.
A boy is in the farmhouse. He is the farmer's friend. The boy and the farmer's son watch the men in the fields. The farmer's 'woman' (I'm hoping this can also mean 'wife', as I don't know the word for 'wife' yet.) gives the boys a message. The boys carry the message to the men. The men praise the boys.
Look at how much shorter the Latin is than English! It's so much more efficient. Just think of the trees we could save if everyone wrote in Latin!
*Eat More Chicken, according to the 2006 Chick-Fil-A coupon calendars. Apparently this is "pretentious Latin." :P
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Vote 'Heir' 2015
On a different note, you may have noticed that "Oatmeal for Breakfast, Part I" was never followed by "Oatmeal for Breakfast, Part II" This is because my moment of inspiration passed and I got bored with the story. Hopefully no one was too interested in it. The actual point of the story (yes, there was a point) was to discretely introduce my new word. It is the third person singular, neuter pronoun: heir. You'll notice that this word is a combination of "his" and "her" and is also "their" without the 't.' 'Heir' is to be used in circumstances such as the following:
Students at a certain school are getting tired of sharing lockers. School officials have done a horrible job assigning locker partners, and no one can get along. The student council creates a proposal that would allow each student to have their own locker. But wait! "Each" is singular and "their" is plural! This grammar is incorrect! The grammar police are already on their way! What shall we do? We could replace "their" with the grammatically correct "his," or the grammatically and politically correct "his or her." But "his" is not desirable, as it leaves out the "hers" that would like their own locker (notice that "their" is correct here, as "hers," though not really a word, is plural). "His or her" works, but creates a feeling of excessive wordiness. And so we turn to 'heir.' This word, used properly, would look like this: "The student council created a proposal that would allow each student to have heir own locker." It's that simple!
And now, I need your help. I can not alter the English language to fit my own purposes on my own. I need you to discreetly use 'heir' in your school and work papers. Sneak it in wherever you can. At first people will perhaps not notice it, or maybe they will think it simply a typing mistake. But we know better. Slowly but surely, 'heir' will creep into regular use of the English speaking population. It takes an average of 10 years to get a new word into the dictionary. Join forces with me, and by 2015 we can make the English language a little bit more logical. ;)
Monday, November 07, 2005
At 2ish in the afternoon, the park is populated by me, some elderly couples walking around the loop, and a whole slew of ducks. The ducks are fantastic. I could sit there watching them for hours. This afternoon there were even more ducks than usual, and they seemed to be sitting around watching one particular crazy duck. This duck was out in the middle of the water presumably attempting to catch something to eat. He would sit very still for awhile before beginning to flap wildly and diving into the water. Shortly after that, he would pop back up, still flapping, and dive in again. It had to be one of the goofiest things I've ever seen. After flapping and flopping several times, he would give up and begin calmly preening himself. Occasionally another duck would swim out to him and quack hesitantly. The crazy duck would then start quacking hysterically and I swear it sounded like maniacal laughter. While I sat there watching, this whole process went on three or four times. It was quite entertaining. You might want to look out for crazy ducks, though. They may be conspiring with cats to take over the world.
On an unrelated topic, here is an amusing website by a lady who scams Nigerian scammers. She gives them a taste of their own medicine, so to speak. Enjoy!
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Ever wise Caitlin says:
"Do you ever think it's weird that you can't look at yourself without a mirror? I mean, wouldn't it make sense for you to be able to pop your eyeballs out of your head and turn them around so you could see yourself? But I guess then you'd only ever see yourself without eyes... That might be gross."
It always amazes me how Bible verses will suddenly pop into my head at appropriate moments, even if I didn't know that I had them memorized. Tonight I lay on my back and looked up at the stars for a long time, and this verse came to mind: "Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing (Isaiah 40:26)." What an amazing God we serve. He's bigger than all my hidden agendas and all my selfishness and all my stuff. Wow.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Fun, Funner, Funnest
Where the heck is the office supply aisle? Pasta, canned sauce... no wrong aisle. Who decided we needed a bigger Kroger anyway? I knew where everything was before. Dog food... no. Popcorn... baby stuff... half-off Halloween supplies... wine, no that's too far. Back up. Ah, there are some backpacks. Perhaps they put office/school supplies by the backpacks. Backpacks, posterboard... birthday cake? Why is the birthday cake by the backpacks!? Oh! There we go, school supplies. Black pens, black pens, black pens... There! Five dollars? I'm not spending five dollars on a few pens. Ah ha! Ten black BIC "crystal." $1.39. Excellent. How convenient of them to have put the school supplies right next to the candy aisle. I imagine little children often wander over here and beg their parents for candy. Yum, I love Milky Way Midnight bars. I probably shouldn't buy one... I want to go to Smoothie King before work. Aw, what the heck. Just a little one. There- "Not-Quite-As-Much-Fun"...? Not quite as much fun as what? Oh, as the "Fun" ones. Ha. That's a pretty dumb thing to put on a candy bar. Reach for "Fun" candy bar. What's this? "Definitely-the-Most-Fun." Hehe. Maybe if you're looking for a stomach ache or want to become one of those 1,000lbs people who never leave their house and have to have their doors ripped out of the frame to get them into an 18-wheeler so that they can be transported to the hospital where they have to be put on a bed indented for walruses and put on a strict diet so they can have surgery that will allow them to weigh only 700lbs, but their skin will still be all stretched out and gross... On second thought, maybe I don't want a candy bar after all.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Turning 19 is boring
age 13- You're a teenager! Hurray! You throw have a big birthday party to celebrate the fact that you can now only order off the adult menu at restaurants, you have to pay full price at places like the zoo and the museum, and you can go to PG-13 movies by yourself.
age 14- You can now get a job! Child labor laws prevent you from doing pretty much everything, but you can get paid minimum wage for standing at a cash register (during certain, regulated hours) and taking people's money!
age 15- You can rent a pedal boat from Winton Woods and go out on the lake without an adult. Bwahaha. And in a mere 6 months you can start driving!
age 16- Sweet Sixteen. This year you can get your driver's license, do a lot more stuff at work, shop at the dollar store without an adult, and probably some other stuff that I'm forgetting.
age 17- You can get into R-rated movies by yourself. (I intended to do this once during my 17th year, but never got around to it.)
age 18- You're legal! "Adult!" You can vote and get a driver's license without taking drivers' ed and smoke (though I don't recommend that) and buy lottery tickets and [again] probably other things I'm not thinking of.
age 19- nothing. There's nothing new at age 19. Seeing as many 19-year-olds are new, overwhelmed college freshman, this is probably not all bad. Just boring.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this news update...
The good news is that I got an acceptance letter from Asbury yesterday(!). They certainly reply quickly, because I just sent in the application last week! I'm going back down for a preview weekend and to see Heather. Yay!
The bad news is that I'm out of creamer for my tea and I have to endure it with either regular milk or only sugar until Mom goes to the store. Or I suppose I could go to the store myself.
The other bad news is that Scott's getting his wisdom teeth out today. Well, that's not so bad for me, but it's very uncool for him. I'll try my hardest to be nice to him for a few days, though I can't let my sisterly duties slip for too long. ;)
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The Stuff of My Scribbles...
This afternoon I completed filling my 26th journal. And I started my 27th. My new one is incredibly cool, as you can see by the picture on the left. That letter on the cover is the first letter in the Greek word for Christ (I think) and the design is from theGospel of Matthew in the Book of Kells (a Celtic scripture book). The binding is very cool too. But that's beside the point.
Many, many times I have been asked what it is that I write so much about. So I shall fill you in. I write:
- about the days events (often in great detail)
- about anything that has stuck out to me throughout the day: something someone has said or a movie I watched or a book I read
- letters I don't intend to send (this is a great way to vent anger without making anyone else angry)
- philosophical musings
- "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do." Rom. 7:15. Recently this has taken up a big chunk of my writings. I write about the things that I do or do not do and try to discover my motives behind them. It is my hope that if I can understand why I do things, I can prevent myself from doing them again.
- talks for Cafe
- Bible verses that are especailly applicable to me at a given time
- song lyrics that I like
- inside jokes
- snippits of emails or IM conversations
- my reaction to things I have heard, read, or seen
- memories and dreams
- I have other people write entries at sleepovers and camps and such
- possible blog entries
- probably a myriad of other things that I have forgotten at the moment
Quote of the day:
Mom: Some guy from Spring Grove Cemetery called today to see if we were interested in buying burial plots.
Dad: Did you tell him to drop dead?