It's about time for an update...

Hey to all my fellow readers,

I apologize for the incredibly long wait, but there's a lot of shit that's been going on here at UCF. I am almost done with my first semester of graduate school and to say it's been difficult is about as understated as saying the Atlantic Ocean is damp. I have three words that describe grad school : PAPERS, PAPERS, PAPERS!!!

I know that some of you have emailed me and requested that I update my blog, so I will whet your appetites with this small post and I will post some more at a later date.

Adam

It's time for me to fly

Many of us who were raised during the 1980's, know that line pretty well. For those of you who do not, it's a title of an REO Speedwagon song.

But to me this is more than just a song title, for me it has a special meaning. To me, it means that it's time for me to grow up, assert myself, and finally finish my education. Eventually, a wife and children will come into the picture, but for right now becoming a Ph.D. is my goal.

My parents know that in just a little over a month, I'll pack up and move into the dorm at school. For them this goodbye will be bittersweet because they want to see me be successful, but then again they still want to see me.

In closing, I want to extend a special message to all the parents in the blogosphere who have children leaving to go great distances to college, and the message is thus; TRUST. Trust that we will make the right decisions, but trust that we will learn from the bad ones. Trust that our college administrators have our best interests in mind as they make decisions. Lastly, trust that, when we come to a fork in the road and we're lost and on our own, we'll remember all the things that we were taught and we'll take the path that leads to success to happiness.

UCF, Here I come!!!!!

Well folks, it's been a long and desperate road that I've been on these last 6 months or so, but now I think I've finally gotten my shit together.

After applying to job after job after job, I just said "FUCK IT" and I'm going to scrape the money together and get my books. BTW, my books are less than $200, so I think things might just be going my way for once.

Hopefully, next time my faithful readers read my next blog, I'll be a full-time student working on my master's in applied sociology.

An interesting poem + Food for thought

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama. Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom. After a lengthy appeal process the case has been dismissed and the Ten Commandments remain on display.


"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL"
America the Beautiful, or so you used to be. Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see. Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand, Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine, Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain. From sea to shining sea, our Nation turns away From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray. So many worldly preachers tell lies about our Rock, Saying God is going broke so they can fleece the flock. We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown. When earth is but His footstool, and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core, Appointing Godless Judges who throw reason out the door, Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb, But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb. You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God, from Whom we cannot hide? What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide? If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray; Seek His holy face and mend our evil way: Then God will hear from Heaven and forgive us of our sins, He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within. But, America the Beautiful, if you don't then you will see, A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.

Judge Roy Moore

Any job is better than no job

That line has been told to me by many people, but what can one do if no place will hire you? Well I had an interview yesterday and I think it went great. I had to do the usual tests and and I think I pretty much passed every one. Hopefully I'll hear something soon. That would be awesome if I got this job because I need a good job with benefits right now.


Did I mention that we'd have uniforms? They're like a cop's standard issue uniform, but without a badge. Anyway, they're pretty cool either way.


Sorry it's taken me a while to write.

Best Weekend Ever!!!!!

Well I made it back home from Brad and Sarah's Wedding on Singer Island, FL. I'm going to just go wild with this entry and talk about all the wild stuff that happened.

By the way, AMTRAK sucks!!!!! I took the train down there and it was the roughest ride I have ever experienced. You'd think that being on smooth metal tracks would warrant a smooth trip, yeah right!!!!

The first night we went to Platinum Showgirls strip club and we got raped by the fucking manager there. She took $500 off me all I got was an incredible hard-on from Amber, the 20 year old stripper.

I made it to my hotel, the Crowne Plaza Singer Island, and my room was amazing. I got settled in, hit the beach for a couple hours, then made it down for the rehearsal and dinner. My dinner was awesome, I had Chicken Alfredo and chocolate cake. Across from me, sat a charming young woman named Natalie. She was a bridesmaid and I was a groomsman. She was pretty cool, and as things progressed she became a little flirty. She would give me a lot of eye contact and then look away then look back again and smile then look away. She did this all the while we sat near each other. In my head, I'm dancing a jig, I'm walking on air. Then I get to meet her boyfriend of one month.

The ceremony was beautiful and everything worked out as planned. All the bridesmaids were absolutely stunning in their dresses and, of course, yours truly looked exceptionally good in his tux. After the ceremony, around midnight, we decided that it would be cool to go for a dip in the Atlantic. Swimming at night while drunk, that could only mean one thing...chicks getting naked!!!! One girl I knew from college, was fully nude and I saw everything. I waited four years to see her uncovered and to think, all it took were several drinks from the bar. Guess who else showed up? Natalie and her boyfriend.

Natalie was sporting a nice set of boobies. Her boyfriend was in one of his moods and he was all pissy, so he left her standing on the beach without a shirt on. I went up and talked to her again and she proceeded to tell me how conservative she was just as her hands went up in the air and her breasts became acquainted with the midnight air.

Well by the end of the night, her boyfriend was so pissed he left her standing alone outside without any pants on and just a soaking wet t-shirt. He's such a douchebag. The way he treated her was just fucked up. But she made excuses for him and in her mind, everything was ok.

I finally left from the West Palm Beach train station and I began to cry because I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I don't know if she felt the same way, but I would love to talk to her again and tell her what's up. I hope this isn't just infatuation, but love. I never went there expecting to meet anyone but I did and somehow I felt something between us. If I do get to talk with her again, hopefully, it'll be a warm reception. Well I'm rambling now, time to end.

Exclusivity in the Minstry

When someone conjours up an image of what a minister should be, they imagine someone who is kind, caring, and 100% devoted to serving God. I'd like to share a personal anecdote with you in hopes of giving you some insight as to what a minister should be and what they actually are (some of them).

In 2004, I felt a need to pursue the ministry, so I sent letters, emails, and applications to all the appropriate people and was granted acceptance to an LCMS seminary contingent on passing an interview. So, I thought, no sweat, this interview will be nothing. Well, by the time I left, I wanted to cry and I was totally beside myself because some jerks, who call themselves "men of God", thought I wasn't good enough to serve as a minister because I went to a Methodist college and temporarily attended a non-LCMS church. So, what you're saying is, I'm a Christian, but I'm not the "right" kind of Christian to serve God? As strange as it may sound, it's true (according to the LCMS).
Well I gave up going to church because I felt that all anyone needed was to maintain their Christian faith and they would be spiritually fulfilled. My church recently called a new minister, so I thought that I'd go and hear a sermon of his. He was cool, but he had a funny way about him. What I mean by that is; you'd say "hi" to him and he'd say it back and that would be the end of it; however, he'd see someone else and he'd strike up a 20 minute conversation with them. What's even funnier is that he wouldn't have even known us. He makes no effort to know his congregation!!!

Sorry for the negativity, but I'm tired of these minsters running the church like it's their own personal show. I thought Christ was the foundation of the church not money, political influence, or social status. What does this verse say to you: And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.Mark 16:14-16

Here's a hint: Jesus didn't say, "ok I want you three to preach to the Israelites only." No sir, he said preach to every creature!!!!