Fam Bam
First family dinner in 6 years.
Let’s hope it works out ok.
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean”
First family dinner in 6 years.
Let’s hope it works out ok.
Beauty is not only a terrible thing. It is a mysterious thing. There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and the battle gound is the heart of men.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I really can’t wait to read his books.
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I’m re-reading Crime and Punishment right now!!!
I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. … Now it seems to me obvious that He was neither a lunatic nor a fiend: and consequently, however strange or terrifying or unlikely it may seem, I have to accept the view that He was and is God.
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Lunatic, Liar, Lord - Lewis’ Trilemma
C.S. Lewis
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Medical illustration by DK Winter. (otisarchives1)
I suck at this game.
—Joseph Tsang
katelynfiring (flickflickflicker)(nosleeptilhome)
take a chance. hahaha
STORY OF MY LIFE.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
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Carl Sagan
My new hero.
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“The universe is so vast and so ageless that the life of one man can only be justified by the measure of his sacrifice.” — RAF pilot
-Joe Tsang
They would live in honourable wedlock, and share all their property and civil rights, and — dearest of all to human nature — would be the mothers of free men.
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Livy
-The Rape of the Sabine Women.
I just got done with the weekend research at CSUF. Even though today was just a “follow up” day, a day of data analysis and quantifications instead of the usual work-intensive research, my mind is busted.
I haven’t been this tired in a long time. It’s a good feeling, however. Being tired gives you the opportunity to really call on Him for strength. It seems I’ve been really relying on Him lately. When I bike to school, I pray for safety from cars and I pray that He’ll supply me with enough endurance to overcome that hellishly steep road called Grand.
I’m ready to get out of this perpetual cycle of waking up tired and going to sleep tired. I think one of the biggest reasons why I’ve been so tired lately is because I’ve been thinking a lot. Ever since the internet went haywire at the house, I’ve had the opportunity to use the time that I would have been surfing the web, to just lie in my bed and think about life.
One thing I’ve thought about a lot is my perspective on life relative to my age. My state of mind is a gift…and a curse. Being 18, but with 3 years of college under my belt, my whole mentality is whack. I’m worrying about MCAT’s….GRE’s…VCAT’s…..and I’m so young! I constantly worry about the future, like how I’m going to get into Med/Vet/Grad school with my below-par GPA. I also worry whether I’m going to have regrets of the way I live now when I become older. Will I regret never really having a “senior year”? Or never really appreciating my youth? Needless to say, I think I started becoming an adult when I turned 15. I’m so focused on how my future is going to lay out that I forget about the “here and now”. I’ve stopped appreciating the simple things in life. I’ve been looking at the big picture for too long.
Haha well, I went to the doctor’s and it’s official.
I don’t know why it’s so amusing to me.
Is it because I was one of the few people keeping a cool head when everyone else was freaking out from a few grossly exaggerated news stories?
Or is it because, as Shireen pointed out, I have a “no flu” button on my faux Diesel messenger bag.
Yeah, I think it’s the latter.
P.S. Am I the only one that gets increasingly pessimistic when sick? I mean, let’s be honest, I’m not exactly Mr. Sunshine when I’m up to snuff, but right now I’m SUPER negative. It’s bad. If someone could brighten my day (nay, week!) that would be cool, kthnx.
It’s not a faux! That bag was L-E-G-I-T.
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