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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Facebook, Datebook, Lovebook, Hatebook

Sometimes I hate Facebook. But then, things can always be deleted. I've been trying to find someone who likes ska to go with me to a concert...alright, so here's how the posting has gone. It got interesting. And please listen to She & Him while you have a read. Great stuff and totally appropriate.




FREE extra ticket to see Slackers with See Spot on Friday 4/30 at the El Rey. If you ♥ ska, drop me a line. March 22 at 12:11pm

Brfcs: So does acceptance [of the ticket] mean that we're going on a date ;) March 23 at 12:03pm
Savvy: LOL!! I just saw that! Depends... ;) March 25 at 4:53pm
Brfcs:Lol... How are we going to plan our date if you are taking so long to respond ;) March 25 at 4:58 pm


Seriously people, I didn't know what to think. This guy and I have been in various classes together for about 6 months and rarely ever talked. We finally did talk right before this message thing happened and it went sorta like this. And really, I didn't think anything of it.

I spilled my coffee all over A dude's suitcase at a seminar. He helped me clean up.
Brfcs: You don't have kids do you?
Savvy: No, I don't.
Brfcse: All you do is put down all the napkins and let them soak it all up before you start cleaning them up.
Savvy: Oh, shoot, I've made a mess out of everything. I'm sorry.


At the break, we spoke for a few minutes and I ended up saying:
Savvy: All I really want is a quality relationship with a nice man. I'm not superpicky.
Brfcse: That shouldn't be too hard.
Savvy: It's harder than you think. There aren't alot of nice guys out there.
The meeting was called back to order and I put it out of my mind. As we left, I blew a female friend a kiss.
Brfcse: Hey, where's mine?
Savvy: Oh, I didn't know you wanted one.

I blew him a kiss and went home.

When I told a friend of mine about everything, I said:
Savvy: I don't really know what to make of it. I mean, most guys end up getting mad at me because I won't do what they want me to when they want me too.
Melz: Most guys are like that now.
Savvy: Well, I see my friends that are single moms and I know I couldn't do it by myself. I really admire you guys.
Melz: It's not easy.
Savvy: It just makes me look really hard at a guy and ask if I would want him to end up being my baby daddy and if I want to keep seeing him for the rest of my life. If the answer is no, then we aren't doing anything.
Melz: That's smart.
Savvy: So I figure I'll go out with him once. He'll either get mad at me or he'll just want to be friends once he doesn't get his way.
Melz: I didn't know he had 2 kids.
Savvy: Yeah, I don't know how I feel about that.


All things considered, he seemed interested. So after I finally got the last message on FB, I decided to write him a PM.


Hey Brfcse:
I thought I would see you in class today but you weren't there! I don't check FB daily, so I didn't get your first comment and I just got the second one. I have 7 classes this semester, so it's been a little hard getting everything straightened out. Then FB sometimes gets twitchy--I was just writing a message when it disappeared completely.

So do you actually like ska? It's OK if you don't. I go to see alot of other shows because I write music reviews, so we wouldn't necessarily have to wait until 4/30 to go out. What kind of music do you like?

Savvy

Oh, shoot. Now I'm in the land of no response. I've seen stuff he posted. I hat this stuff.

Brfcse: Tired and sleepy.... then why am I still awake!
Brfcse: Where has this weekend gone... I'm way to busy even when I try not to be.


Ah well. Maybe I will see him in class, though he skipped class and I sorta wanted to talk. Problem is, I typically just ignore guys lately. And there really aren't that many in the program, so it's really easy. There are easily 4 men in a class of 37 people.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

The last place you look

I was looking everywhere for my parking permit. I know that I often pick things up, put them down, and end up searching for them everywhere else but where I put them. But this time was different. I was looking everywhere for my lost parking permit. I'm taking a few classes in hopes of a career change and thought everything was squared away. I have been going to alot of concerts and hauling alot of books around.


I started to wonder if I had put the parking permit inside on of my books. I searched all of my books. No.

I thought maybe it feel under the seat. No.

In the glove compartment. No.

Computer bag. No.

In between music rags and mags from various places. No.

Under my bed. No.

Under the stuff at the foot of my bed. No.

It had to be somewhere. No. It was nowhere.

Jesus, help me? No. No help for me.

Every time I parked at school, I wondered if this would be the day I got a ticket. Luckily it didn't happen. I finally decided that if I didn't find it I would have to buy another. It's only $20 for a permit, so it's not like a big deal or anything. It's just that it was a pain.

For some reason last night, I was digging around for something I placed in the cup holder. I closed the cup holder, and in doing that I saw my parking permit stuck inside the side of the cup holder.

It took some effort to fish it out of there. Seriously. Thank you Jesus. It was never really lost at all. Just very nearly sucked into the vortex of my car. And yes, it was the last place I looked, though I wasn't even looking anymore. So does that count? Or is it only when you look for something intentionally that it's in the last place where you look?

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My understanding of French poetry

Ah, yes. You have done it again, my online love of negligible means to communicate! My darling sent me a beautiful poem in French. It was 2 stanzas, 7 quatrains long. Beautiful stuff. I loved it.
The attached note:
Hello sweetie

let me know if you undrestand it

Understand it? Absolutely. Perfectly and clearly as a bell that chimes from the Notre Dame cathedral.

How? Do I read French? Hardly, mes amies. A few words and phrases. But did I get the message? Perfectly. Not a thing was lost in translation! Tout le monde knows exactly what it says. Here's my take on it:

Dear Savvy,
I'm an absolute jerk who thinks you've got nothing better to do with you life than be entertained by my sending you love poetry that I cut a pasted to all the women I'm writing to online. I don't care enough to actually meet you, but I'm staying in contact with you just a little and just in case you're dumb enough to fall for it. And it's in French because French is the language of love. Oo-la-la.
P. S. I can't spell, either.

Baise-toi mon ex-amie!
(Kiss off my ex-friend.)

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Signs your online love is untruthful

It doesn't take much. An acquaintance told me, "You can't think that way." But seriously folks, I think it's best to think that way. This one was amusing.
J’ai vécu comme un oiseau,
prés des nuages, prés de la chanson des anges.

Share your love with people who are different, It’s all about loving, we dare you to care!

I am looking forward to hear from you ,and so happy to met you here .
That's something about singing like a bird and song of angels. I was like, um, ok.
But there's more...
I've taken everything I've gotten for granted, and all the joy I've been given, all of it, but now I realize how lucky I really am. I think I get a better sense of what life is after these past weeks In USA .  and more important I've found Savvy.
haha. That one was pretty good, too.

When ever I feel lonely I always felt I had no choice but to write and I love to share with you :::I hope I am not bothering you

My world is filled with absolute bliss. You silently crept into my unique soul and transformed me into this glowing rainbow of illuminating colors. Each day that passes, the colors become brighter and brighter, the reason being is an abundance of happiness. Happiness is a healthy mental attitude, a grateful spirit, a clear conscience and a heart full of love.
Please let me know when is the best time for you to meet each other and have dinner.

Seriously, talk about laying it on THICK.

So what happened? Well, we finally spoke on the phone. It turns out that he's divorced (?) and has two children who he left in Sweden.
Savvy: Do you have kids?
Byron: Yes, two girls.
Savvy: Don't you miss them?
Byron: Of course I miss them. I think of them all the time. Don't your parents miss you when they don't see you?


I can't help it. I'm already thinking this isn't someone I want to be involved with. He says he misses them, yet he was willing to leave them all. And who knows if he is really divorced, but definitely looking for someone here who he might be able to marry to get citizenship. He started to hem and haw a little bit about meeting when I said I wasn't free in the evenings for now because I have class. He said he had a "meeting" on Friday at a hospital where he had been trying to get a contract. Then he was on the phone with me while he drove to an evening "meeting."

An evening meeting.

Ha.

The thing is, I don't know him enough to care that he is seeing other people, it's just that it's incongruous with all the other stuff which didn't sound right either. In addition, it sometimes looked like it was cut and pasted from somewhere else.

Did we meet?  No.  He stopped communicating after we spoke on the phone.  Possibly it was my schedule not meeting his whims.  Amazing how someone would think I would have every evening wide open just for him and not have a life.

I pretty much take everything someone from online says with a grain of salt until they prove to me they mean what they say. I don't mean stupid tests, I mean just the simple things that build trust with someone--being where you say you will be, following through with a promise, staying in contact. Just the basics.

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Sunday, March 7, 2010

If it weren't for Job...

If it weren't for Job, I think I would be done with Christianity.
The Bible talks all about how God forgives us. But how do I forgive God for not looking out for me?
I think...
God hates me.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Talking about LOVE

Still single listening to others talk about relationships? Feel like your on the outside looking in. You know how it is. And some people say to just find other things to do... do they just not realize how much they talk about relationships??

From one Facebook friend to another:
Hey honey bunny.. hows the love life?? Its been so long.. MIss you.. would love to see you sometime soon.. If you can find time to pull away from your lover boy !!!

By the way, this friend will be having a baby in six weeks. Last I checked she only talk about her coming baby, what her husband is doing, what her 3 older daughters are doing.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Does God Hate Haiti??

Quite some time ago I heard the concept of "natural evil"; basically the idea that "mother nature" is a "bad mother" and out to get us like one of Satan's minions.

A faithful Christian cannot accept the claim that God is a bystander in world events. The Bible clearly claims the sovereign rule of God over all his creation, all of the time. We have no right to claim that God was surprised by the earthquake in Haiti, or to allow that God could not have prevented it from happening.

Really? Because earthquakes, floods, fire and other natural disasters have been happening for centuries, yea millennia. Maybe what civilization does is what makes it evil. The rains pour, we try to control them in flood channels and with dykes. Guess what? We never imagine how much higher the waters can go. We build houses too close and then curse God for what we did to ourselves.

We build houses too high, structures to tenuous, make land too scarce. An earthquake flattens the land, and we curse God. What?? We built it. We did. Humanity, I mean. Did God really mean for us to live this way? Has humanity always lived this way? No.

Thousands of years ago in North America, a village might be moved in an instant. Fire? Pack up the tent and move. Belongings? What belongings? Not much can be had in a tent. The same went for a flood. The chief saw rain coming and told everyone it was time to move lest they be swept away. Earthquake? That might knock you off your feet, or knock over the tent; but there was no concrete, no bookcase, no glass, no clothing to worry about.

If God were intent on stopping and starting earthquakes that pleased or displeased Him, would he destroy Christians, too? How about the Salvation Army building? I mean, they are doing the Lord's work out there, why should they also suffer? Why should their building be damaged?

http://www.albertmohler.com/2010/01/14/does-god-hate-haiti/



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