Thanksgiving Photos

Some shots from Thanksgiving:


Prayer 



kiddie table 



resting before the parade 



Charlie Brown was too slow for the football... 

*Thanks to Christi and her digital camera!

"Our lives are fractions of a whole"

My friend Katie from college and the Sigmas points out this song with great lyrics. An excerpt:

"So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet...

So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow"

This transition from college to seminary and from Texas to New Jersey has been rough. For a while I didn't even want to meet people any more. The new people that came after the summer group brought back uncertianties that I was beginning to loose with the people who were already here. I had to relive the introductions and I hated that. I didn't want to start over yet again. Definatley some tears and hard times, wondering why in the world I am even here. But one day I realized that I wasn't the only one who felt alone and that there were people here who could help me. And then I realized that perhaps I could even help them. And life has become much better.

We're in such an amazingly close community that sometimes it may feel like we're being sufficated under the constant watching eyes of people who don't miss a thing. Yet, we're here to grow and be in fellowship with one another. So, why do I still find it hard sometimes? Why do I let the blog world communiate to the people on this campus that I never really talk to in person? If they even read this blog. I guess I wouldn't know eh, since I merely read their blogs and wonder if they read mine. Trapped in the can't wait yet dragged back into the house of protection.

"And who is my neighbor?"

In the process of working on my paper for Fenn, I found myself writing this...In terms of abortion and homosexuality do we have the right to say that is an impurity that is unforgivable? "If I speedily walk past three homeless men laying on mattresses covered in blankets with myself and four other girls in search of shelter and a good Thanksgiving meal before the rain, thinking I should stop and give them my granola bars and talk for a while, yet speeding on past avoiding eye contact and looking back only once, then forgetting about them, am I more easily forgiven than the sins of others? And why is this when all sins are the same in the eyes of the Lord? The problem the church finds itself in is a lack of dialogue and love for people who have sinned visibly unless it is something we ourselves do daily."

Interesting how I felt myself resisting eye contact with these men on the street, yet at the same time hating myself for doing so. But not enough to actually stop. Not enough to forget about what the other four girls would think if I stopped and talked to three homeless men on matresses. Not enough to take the granola bars out of my bag and offer them as their Thanksgiving meal, possibly only meal of the day. And their faces that I tried to ignore stare back at me even now. Does my quick prayer said in haste as our group walks by to get out of the weather--suddenly gone cold and windy with a possibility to rain--even count, when I left them there without thinking of what they would do if it started raining? Instead in marvel over the seemingly cozy space they had made for themselves. Superficial as it were. Wishing I had my City Lights friends here so that they would have taken the initiative to talk to them and it wouldn't have been my responsibility. Cause I passed on by.

This story comes to mind... Who was the neighbor to these men, Father? Cause I'm sad to say it wasn't me...

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Thanksgiving Dinner and Parade

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Wednesday there was a group of about 15 of us that gathered in Alex basement for a pot luck style Thanksgiving dinner. I made pecan pie that didn't have enough time to cool before being eaten so it was kinda scooped out of the pan... The second one that no one touched however is now perfect, if I may say so myself. The food was amazing and the fellowship time was so fun. And the wine was excellent as well. I ended up taking a left over bottle of Love My Goat Red Wine back with me. Rumor has it Boswell brought it. I love it, and I'm not much of a wine person. I'll drink it when other people are, but most of the time it's too sweet or too something else that I don't like... But this wine is really good. It's from New York and it has a great label also--"They have my name & heritage, but they didn't get my goat!" Sounds personal. I would like to visit this vineyard sometime.

Thursday 5 of us took the 6:11 am train for the city to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It was a fun day. I was talking to Boswell a few days before and he said he was also going with some people and that maybe we would see other. I had the suspicion he was being flippant--as if in a million people who are at the parade we would run into each other. So, imagine the smugness of hearing through the crowd a voice saying, "Mary!" and to turn to my right and see none other than Boswell and his crew. What was that Kevin? Although they probably had a much better view than we did it was still fun to see the balloons and hear the bands and see the tops of the floats, watch the Crocodile Hunter on his float, see Santa waving frantically, listening to the kids laugh and be happy about various floats, seeing a group of kids sitting on top of phone booths watching the parade, being in the city with 2 million people. And then we walked for 2 hours to Greenwich for some food at a cute Thai place called Wild Ginger and took the subway back to our train. It was a fun day and I can't wait till I can post some pictures for you guys. Till then, NBC was walking around taking some so people could order them if they wanted to. Christi went inside the Europa Cafe for a while so it's just Nichole, Angela, Katy, and I in the picture.

For any PTS people who are around and read this before 6:45 pm we are gathering to watch a movie and getting pizza at a friend's apartment this evening. Send me an e-mail or something to let me know.-->sorry for no time warning...I tried posting this around lunch but it wouldn't work...

Thanksgiving

MY THANKSGIVING DAY PLANS

Since I don't get to go home to Texas and see my family... :( I'll just live off the jealousy this gives all my friends back home.... :)

Interfaith Thanksgiving Service

Last night there was an Community Interfaith Thanksgiving Service at an area mosque as part of The South Brunswick Area Clergy Association. The theme for this year was "Welcoming the Sojourner..Thanksgiving to be in the USA". Muslims, Jews, and Christians led the service in thanks to God for this country. Several Hindus came to the service as well. There were testimonies given by Rev. Billy Simbo from Evangel United Brethren, Rabbi David Eligberg from Congregation B'nai Tikvah, Imam Hamad Chebli from the Islamic Society Central Jersey, Riaz Siddiqui, and Atiya Aftab who was the only woman to speak in this service. The music was beautiful--cantoring the Torah and Islamic prayers in Hebrew and Arabic, songs by the South Brunswick Middle School Choir, and songs by people from Africa. The service closed with everyone singing "America the Beautiful".

The most interesting part of the service, for me, was hearing the testimonies of how the various people came to this country and how much they love this country for the freedom to worship. Atiya Aftab expressed this by saying that here, more than any other country, women in her relgion are able to educate themselves and express themselves. One preacher claimed his ancestory back to the Mayflower and stated that only half of those who went on the Mayflower survived. They survived because of the people who were already here and who helped them. So it seems we are all immigrants. I found that in going to this service I was reminded to thank God for the country I live in. Thank God for my freedom to worship God and to venture dialog with other faiths. As much as America is a mess, there is still much we can be thankful for.

Imam Hamad Chebli expressed that this interfaith gathering was, and is, not easy and I am glad he expressed this. My internal thoughts through out the service attests to this. As we began to worship God, I wondered if we were really worshipping the same God as we were claiming to worship. We are...but are we really? For me, God is connected to Jesus in such a way that when I worship God I can't think of separating Him from Jesus or the Holy Spirit. But, with faiths that don't believe the same about Jesus, are we worshiping the same God? And it's no wonder that Imam Hamad Chebli claimed that he gets asked frequently how he could let Christians and Jews into the mosque to worship God, to participate in interfaith dialoge. This is difficult to deal with and I don't know what to do with it.

I want to end with this thought though. In one of the testmonies it was said, we were welcomed into this country by the people who were here and we need to help the next person who gets off the plane.

Saturdays... :)

Saturday by David LaMotte


Well I wake me up at the break of day
It's a pretty sky, I feel OK
I wonder how people live this way
and I roll back over again

Because the day is cool, the bed is warm
I got no call for a clock alarm
I don't believe it'll do much harm
if I stay in bed until ten

I've been needing one of these,
No responsibilities
I've been needing one of these,
Saturday

I don't wash my car I don't soak my lawn
But the shower's warm and the heater's on
So I'll stand right here 'til the water's gone
and oh it feels so nice

There's work to do, that's plain to see,
the laundry pile is as high as me
But the Beatles said just to let it be
and that sounds like good advice

I've been needing one of these,
No responsibilities
I've been needing one of these,
Saturday

Every day I drive to town,
I run and run 'til I fall down
Then I make my exit, take my bow
and I just cannot tell you how

I've been needing one of these,
No responsibilities
I've been needing one of these,
Saturday


By David LaMotte
© 2000 Lower Dryad Music



Saturday lyrics

Highlights of the day:

-No class
-Listening to Cross Canadian Ragweed and Pat Green
-Playing Ultimate Frisbee (I'd missed a few Fridays of it)
-Cool air
-Chillin in the Cafeteria listening to the group Chicago while most people are singing along
-Playing guitar/singing for an hour
-And, while it hasn't happened yet, it's about to happen and I'm sure it will be on the list...The Rat Dance in Hodge. Gotta love seminary parties.

I hate Thursdays

I hate staying up writing a paper until all hours of the morning
I hate waking up for 8 o'clock lectures after this
I hate 8 o'clock in the morning
I hate Thursday because of 2 two hour classes
I hate Thursday because I have 2 precepts besides this
I hate precepts, or, more accuratly,
I hate speaking in precepts
I hate not being able to formulate my thoughts in speech
I hate feeling under educated in comparison to others
I hate having to rely on the written form of my words
I hate feeling so constrained within my own weakness

Anyone else have this problem, or is it just me?

City Lights Group 


This is a picture from Summer 2003 at New City Fellowship Church. I lived in this building for the summer while spending the summer working with inner city kids. It is the most amazing church and worship experience I have ever had--I loved it and would do my field ed there if it wasn't a PCA church that don't ordain women... The greatest mixture of race and culture I have experienced on a regular Sunday gathering. The service was in French, Spanish, and English. We sang songs in Lengala, Spanish, English which ranged from the traditional African and Spanish songs, to English songs translated to Spanish and Lengala, to traditional hymns, and maranatha type music as well we the more modern praise and worship music. I think I was in heaven ya'll. (I just said ya'll)

Anyway, I think I'll add a blogger category of people that I lived with in St. Louis, MO summer 2003 for City Lights Urban Project.

Dorothy Kim and Joyce Chun are amazing. Dorothy and I were in the same small group and Joyce and I both on the worship team for the learning enrichment program. And, I found out that Joyce knows Neah Lee here at PTS, so I need to introduce myself to her. Both Joyce and Neah Lee are singer/songwriters like myself. Although I seem to have slacked off in that area recently.

So much for a short post...I need to get to writing my paper on Aquinas' Summa Theologiae. Peace yo.

**so I tried to post the above text at the time the picture posted after dinner, but it wouldn't work until now...11:32 pm....and I must say, this Aquinas paper is kicking my butt, I was excited to write it--but I got nothing. My brain functioning capacity is dead. Seriously, I can't formulate my thoughts into a decent paper. How annoying. And the professor is the precetor and last week she specifically said that she would ask me what I thought and to talk about my paper since the side of the room I sit on doesn't talk in class. Joy upon joys. It's almost break time, but not quite...too bad my brian has already shut down.**

Do we need another political party?

Hope you enjoyed the music break folks, but it's back to politics... How scarey would it be to combine these two? Musical politics. Oh, wait, that was this link I posted last week....

Anyway, thought you may want to check out this newsletter article on political parties by the Lawndale Christian Development Corporation. I thought it was interesting since I've been stuggling with these issues as well. I'm not saying I agree with everything he mentions, like voting for his son in 40 years, but this part really hit me...


It appears that the values message trumped the economic message. Democrats couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw the sea of red. They think that people who voted for Bush were/are stupid and misinformed.

From where I sit, something more fundamental and obvious is at play. The two party duopoly is ruining democracy. Having to choose between the “values” party and the “inclusion” party is extremely polarizing. The branding of the “left” and the “right” keeps most clear headed people from having a substantive discussion about issues. Most people I know hate to be labeled and don’t fit in a neat box or category. Furthermore, most people that I know were not excited about either choice at the top of the ticket.

Imagine going to the ice cream store and only having two choices. You’d walk (or run) out of the store and find a store with more choices. America needs to run out of the current political store. We need a legitimate third party (sorry Ralph) in this country - a party that speaks to both the moral values and the social issues that would unite most Americans.


What say yee? Tired of having to choose between morals and social values? What do we do about it? Flee, as suggested? If you don't post a comment I'm assuming you are all for fleeing.

Music!

Someone left me and a few of the other girls on 3rd Brown some roses last night. We now have pretty floating roses in our rooms...how great is that! After some sharp investigative work I think I know who it was--and who else would it be? Thanks to this person even if they probably don't even read this blog. :)

Just a word on the choir concert Saturday night--great! It was a lot of fun. I want to mention two of the pieces we sang Benjamin Britten's Rejoice in the Lamb and Vernon Williams' Requiem. Rejoice in the Lamb is an interesting piece with text from Chistopher Smart who was mentally insane. If you read the text for this piece or hear the piece sung without the knowledge of his state of mind, it perhaps is too strange to appreciate. I was a bit resistant to the song until leaning that he wrote the text in an insane assylum. It really is a great piece because as much as it is "weird" it is brillent.


Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues;
Give the glory to the Lord,
And the Lamb.
Nations, and languages,
And every Creature
In which is the breath of Life.
Let man and beast appear before him,
And magnify his name together.


The beginning of the song claims that every part of creation--no matter what it is, from humans to animals to letters on the page--every part of creation glorifies God.

My favorite part of the song though is


For I am under the same accusation
With my Savior,
For they said,
He is besides himself.
For the officers of the peace
Are at variance with me,
And the watchman smites me
With his staff.
For the silly fellow, silly fellow,
Is against me,
And belongeth neither to me
Nor to my family.
For I am in twelve hardships,
But he that was born of a virgin
Shall deliver me out of all,
Shall deliver me out of all.


Fun to sing, humorous slightly with the organ raging loud and singing "silly fellow!" while wishing Katie, Kara, and Jenn were around so we could all appreciate that together, and yet incrediably solemn. Amazing.

And Requiem by Vernon Williams who is the organist/choirmaster at Trinity Episcopal Church in Moorestown, New Jersey attended our concert to hear us sing selections from the piece. I think the general consensus is that we should learn the rest of the piece because it is beautiful.

Apparently they make copies of the concerts and make them avaiable to people so I look forward to getting myself a copy--perhaps my TX friends would like to hear the choir, and my family as well...

And to wrap up this post on music.... The Ha!Man came to play cello here at PTS yesterday during lunch. He is from South Africa and a major part of his music is the theme of reconciliation. He uses classical as well as modern influences in his songs as a the background to his music and them plays spontaniously on his cello. He also spontaniously played the piano, had someone improve on the piano while he played cello, him play the paino along with a student who never played cello before on the cello, and danced for us without any music. Oh yes, my friends, this was the place to be during lunch yesterday. Where were you?

Singing/Songwriting

I wanted to make some comments on the link I posted last night Best song about God that probably isn't.

Mainly, I am refering to the comment by Pei Yusei which says,

"The whole art in songwriting is to create something that captures human emotion/longing at some deeper level, which is what separates poets from everybody else in society. It's not just anyone that has the talent to take a look at just regular, everyday life and come up with beautiful ways of characterizing it: seeing both the hope and the despair that characterizes all human existence. The problem with contemporary Christian music is that they don't care about any of that . . .Personally, I don't think 'Christian' music in itself should exist, as if there is some invisible, God-ordained barrier separating what is Christian from what isn't."

As someone who enjoys singing and writing songs, I found these words addressed things I myself have wondered about. As a Christian who is a singer/songwriter it almost seems as if you are expected to write Christian music. For a while that is all I would write--mainly slow thoughtful songs about suffering in this life and turning to God. As I become more aware of the beauty that exists in the world, as found in other places besides the Christian bubble so to speak, I began to want to write differently. I wanted my true feelings to be expressed. Not that my songs of God and for God were not brought about my true emotion, but I wanted the freedom to sing about love that wasn't just of the Lord, or of pain and stuggles that don't end in the Christian solution of "but then I found You, Lord". I want my songs to speak the truth of God, but maybe in not as many words. This is a hard balance. I therefore have been pursuing a different writing style, but I still stuggle with the issue of Christian music and Non-Christian music. I used to look down on artists that were Christians but didn't make bold Christ statements...and now, I seem to want to become one of them. Funny eh?

Added blogger links

Hey wonderful people. I have a few links of PTS bloggers that I've added. Definately not an exhaustive list and I'll have to add more later.

Dave, Dean, and Nick all have interesting blogs with posts on theology, church issues,
and randomn seminary happenings.

And then there is this blog West Coast Chaos that I've come across in my blog wanderings. Check out this post on Christian Music Best song about God that probably isn't.

And speaking of Christian music...there's a Cantate Domino Choir Concert tonight at 8 pm in Miller Chapel. All PTS people should come.

more political reflections....

So, hopefully, I am not boring all my friends out there who were as bored with politics as I was before this semester apparently....

Here are some thoughts that may end up in my paper for Church, Community, and Nation.



We have a democracy—which means what? We are able to use our freedom of expression and individual rights to formulate our own opinions about current events and issues. We are able to reflect on issues in the past and anticipate those of the future. In our democratic nation, there are two main political parties—the democratic and the republican. The majority of Americans fall into one of these categories but there are a few smaller parties that do not receive much attention: the green party, as well as independents. It would be interesting to see why these independents do not claim a party… In my reflection on political parties as a result of this election, I am first hurt and horrified, second angered, and third confused. My concern is about people’s attitudes towards political parties and those in the opposing party.

Even the word opposing is bad. We are in a class [CCN] talking about how not to isolate the other, demonize them, and judge them prematurly, and yet, this is exactly what I felt happening to myself. And what I feel would happen as soon as I stood up in class and identified myself as the minority in the class. I am not going to rationalize my vote, because it doesn’t matter. Judgments have already passed on me. And why should I have to defend myself? Why should you have to defend yourself? I’m not saying we can’t ask questions of the other party, but there is a difference between asking questions and accusing. There has to be a better way to talk about politics and issues than humiliating someone for their beliefs and singling out a group for voting a certain way.

Samuel from Germany who is studying here in America at Princeton Theological Seminary asked me why Americans only talk about politics with close friends—people in Germany and other countries apparently talk openly about politics. You go to the store and the clerk asks you a political question. It is conversational. The other students from differnt countries, he says, wonder the same thing. Politics is not as hush a topic as it is here. "Why is that?" he asked me. I was stumped. Here’s the answer I could not spell out for him then. For Americans, politics is an extremely personal issue--and maybe more importantly is the reaction people receive when they place their personal political views on the table only to have them attacked. Their ideas are pushed off the table and stomped on, without the rest of the table taking time to consider the view or respond to the person as if they were a person with viable thoughts. We are only safe around those we are closest too and even then we are reluctant to speak. I for one have never made a specific claim for who I voted for because of this reason. I don’t talk about my party affiliation because of this reason. After class on November 5, 2004 I vented my frustrations to this blog—claiming my vote and my femaleness and my Christianity all of which combined had been attacked throughout the week. Afraid? Yes. Because I didn’t want someone to continue questioning me on how I could vote as I did in such a hurtful manner. There were a few responses from both parties--from close friends or people that I don’t know.

I’m not saying to be rid of political parties or that everyone should think the same thing so that we can achieve unity. I am saying that both sides need to be intentional about really listening and understanding the other. We need to work together—that is the unity I am talking about. The name-calling divides us and when we are so divided there is not going to be a stable and reliable government. We’re going to tear ourselves apart running in opposite directions.

In chapel on November 11, 2004, Veterans Day, a military Chaplin spoke. He said that he was talking to a pacifist about the war and that believes that while they both have different views about the war, they are both headed in the right direction. Can this apply to political parties?

I was urged by a fellow classmate, Nathan, to tell my feelings of isolation to the class—I feel like I need to speak up but fear being attacked more.

Mahna Mahna!

Mahna Mahna! 


So, I've sent this link to some of the NT 400 people already, but I thought that I would share it with the rest of you as well. If your week was anything like mine you'll definately appreciate this...


Dr. Wagner played this song at the beginning of the second hour of exegesis, and most people were wondering what in the heck he was playing. It's Mahna Mahna folks. The song is from a muppet's video about a character named Mahna Mahna.....reminds me of friends back home who I've cracked up with watching this video. :) Anyway, I looked all around for the video and here it is! It's hysterical. (scroll to the bottom and click the video link)

Original Mahna Mahna video

And, as an added bonus...in the process of trying to find the original video I found another quite hysterial version.....

Political Mahna Mahna video

All I can say is, expecting to see the original version, I definately fell out of the chair laughing and confused when this came up!


I lied...all I can say is...Mahna Mahna! :)

Respect in differences

Finally, I am through the week of educational insanity...well, I have one more paper, but I can write that while working at the Starbucks Kiosk tonight. Anyway, it's now time to make some more comments on my post on politics from the other day. I appreciate the people who have commented on it. If you ever want to leave a comment and don't have a blogger profile, and can't be bothered with signing up for one, all you have to do is post anonymously and say who you are. FYI.

I just want to clarify my concerns, because I think in my state of anger I did not say exactly what I wanted to. My main reason for posting what I did on Nov. 5 was to get people to think about how they speak towards and about people of different political parties.

What I don't appreciate is referring to someone of a different party than you in terms and ways that are disrespectful. This goes for both sides. It is not affective to tell someone that they are not a Christian because they voted a certain way or to tell them to leave the country because they do not like how things are. That's an attitude that disregards unity of any sort.

And when I speak of unity I am not saying that a united nation should consist of people who all believe the same thing. There can be a beauty in differences and you can disagree with someone and still have unity with them. It's a matter of respect. We are united when we begin to respect each other and our differences. How people with similar beliefs can come to two different religious and political views about society is a mystery to be as much as to the next guy.

But, more than anything, this is a plea for us to remember to respect those who are different than ourselves. Love each other in spite of differences.


I posted a link to an article The Jesus People Meme in the comment section of the Nov. 5. It raised another issue that I have been thinking about--mainly the role of morals in politics. For dialog on this issue go to Stephen's blog.

Educational Insanity and Me

I just want to say that I'm on my 4th cup of coffee since 7pm-ish and therefore, wow, I am wired. Yet, extremely tired. Can I go home yet? Thanksgiving isn't such an exciting thing for me at the moment cause everyone else gets to go home and I don't have anywhere to go. I don't get to go home till Christmas. Of course, I have a cousin at Yale Law School that may staying there for Thanksgiving, so I hope that I can go hang out with him.... [cough] and a few of his [cough] single friends [cough].... Anyway, tons of studying and paper writing in the next week, so pray that I make it through! Don't know when I will be able to post next...

And it overflows....

With as much work that I have to do before Thanksgiving Break (I REALLY WISH I COULD GO HOME FOR THANKSGIVING!!!), I am extremely distracted.

For Tuesday, I have a 15 page utrum paper to write over Euthanasia and an Old Testament mid-term which covers, oh, Genesis to 1 Kings, and requires names, dates, map locations, book outlines, guotes from books, and overall theories and issues...as well as a Touring choir trip this Sunday... Some are excited about the weekend--I just want to dig a hole and crawl into it. Too much work to do and not enough time!

Yet, I can't focus!!

I keep returning to my anger on a divided democratic nation, conversations I overhear, and yesterday's discussion in my Church, Community, and Nation class. Living in a "blue state," I am constanstly reminded of the hate people have for the other, those of "red" affiliation, viciously expressed with the affect of isolating those who think otherwise... How is this affective? If reversed, the "red states" would have an excuse to hate. How is this affective? It's not.

I am singled out for being a Republican, and along with that a supporter of Bush. I am singled out for being a female who voted for Bush. I am singled out for being a Christian who voted for Bush. Hearing questions such as "How can young women vote for Bush?" or "How can Christians vote for Bush?" In a graduate class where we are challenged to look at the current system of government in which we live, focusing on the history of America that divides itself between the American "us" and the other "them", I am angry! Are we not participating in this same thing under the pretense of democratic parties? Are we not supposed to be a united nation--The United States of America? I don't feel any unity, only a separation that is growing out of control. This false unity is the downfall of the country. Not president Bush, or young Christian woman who voted for him. When Christians look down on other Christians questioning their religious convictions as a follower of Christ, when party lines become so important that they are the defining characteristics of a person, that is the danger. This is what is tearing us apart, this is what makes me angry, and this is what we, as a united state, and as Christians, need to stop.

Halloween Party at Brown Hall...my dorm...

I decided that since I didn't have a costume for the party that I would just throw something together with whatever I had in my closet. I was pondering what in the world I could pull together at the last minute and still feel like I had a rocking costume. Then out of no where I thought..."I could go as Avril Lavigne!" People have told me I look like her before--it's all because of the hair--so I figured I could maybe pull it off. I asked some of the girls in the hall what they thought and without any dissapprovals, I had a costume. Not sure how much I really look like her, but it was fun. And, I kinda like the dark eye make-up... What do you think?

Me and Avril 

3rd Brown 

In the spirit of the election....

Lil bit a Cross Canadian Ragweed for ya:

"We're gonna put the word out on the streets
No more Washington, DC
I'm gonna make this country big and strong
No more paying of your tax's
The capital is in Fort Worth, Texas
That's the only place a house that big belongs...

If I were president
If I were president
If you don't like Willie Nelson
You got to go to prison
If I were president
So cash your vote and make it me
And if I win the beer is free
If I were president"


*Soon there will be a picture of me and the girls in my hall from the Halloween party we had in our dorm on Friday night. Go here to read about the joys of a seminary party.

**Sometime in the near future there will be pictures of Princeton's Fall! I need to finish the roll and get them developed though... I'm not as high tech as Adam here with a digital camera...