I can write my name in Russian.  I think I'm going to do it on my papers from now on.  Unfortunately, I can't do it on the computer, because I can't get the putrid symbol. 

And I can say a grand total of about six words:

Ho humm.....

It's been awhile.  But I just need to get something off my chest, because it's been rubbing on my mind for the past two days.

Recently, I just got into a pretty heated debate over homosexuality.  I'm pretty sure what I was arguing was logically sound, and I kept as polite and reasonably open-minded as possible.  But at one point, one of the main con-debaters (who I was versing) said to go check out a different board entitled "What Would Jesus Do?"  I ignored this at first ("reasonably" open-minded, I said :D), and then when I bowed out of discussion with a few last points, since I saw it was going in circles and neither one of us was convinced, I remembered what he said, and curiousity overtook me.  Well, curiosity and the lack of desire to settle down and do homework.  Booooooooooo!

Anyhow, what I found was a lengthy debate on Jesus's sexuality, from everything from bisexual, homosexual, to asexual (I have to agree with the last, because I don't believe Christ bore the same urges of Man, since he was God), a dispute on the fact of Christ being sinless when he was crucified, a dispute on Christ's purity sexually, and numerous cuss-outs of the Bible and Christians in general, with a few splatterings of posts I applaud and some honest-to-goodness debate, if not anything that I would count as award-winning logic.

Forgive me if I'm not impressed.  They called me and my brothers and sisters in Christ radical, insensitive, unworthy, stupid bigots? What is with that?  At one point, I admitted that constitutionally, sure, homosexuals have the same rights as straight couples.  I stressed the point, however, that if someone was trying to do that on the principle of it being acceptable in the Bible and, as a Christian, morally alright, I was going to put my foot down.  I conceded some points, and passionately argued out others, but I kept my language clean, my opinions soft, my words loving, and my respect obvious.  And they say that?

Nyeh!  I just want to hit something.  There shouldn't be a double standard.

Currently Card-hunting. It's a little bit like the Head alternative...but not

Hm...so here's a schedule of my weekend.

Friday: Get home.  Do work.  Fix yard.  Get most of homework done before the weekend officially starts.  Get cough medicine at the store.  Go running.

Saturday:  Get up at 7 for USO work.  Go to the Exchange.  Get Drew's gift.  Finish work with Sarah.  Get home round 5.  Find stupid birthday card, or make another one.  <sigh>

Sunday:  Go to 8.30 service.  Stay at church 'til end of Youth Group for skit team and small group, get home around 7.45.  Study for tests on the morrow, get some semblance of sleep.

Mmmm...not too bad.  A little jam-packed.  I'm starting to get Daddy's plague.  Ew.  Been a long haul.  Can't wait 'til break.  Umm...missing a few people...missed a certain someone last week because I actually remembered something (for once!) but then had to go to Mass con Sarah...

So I'm exhausted, but I need to get some work done.  I'll maybe come on later...icky plague feels bad.  Take nap.  Probably sleep lots and lots.

Buh bye.

You're Kidding Me...Right?

Ok, so I walk into Orchestra this morning having recieved about half an hour of sleep on the bus, in which I almost got carted off to Frost becase I practically slept through the Woodson stop (thankfully, someone thought to poke my dead-like body), and I'm greeted by Valerie saying, "Hey, congratulations on making Districts."  And this, of course, I heard yesterday from Victor (funny kid, Victor is), so I just smile, and shrug, and say yes, and return the praise.

Then Valerie says something to the affect of, "Principal chair; not bad for sightreading."  And I laugh (hey, the words weren't registering), and went to the back, and slept for the next fifteen minutes on a very gracious Quinn, who lends me is shoulderwhen I have days such as these.

Then Ms. Simms walks in, and she looks around, and calls out everyone's name who made it, and then she adds, "And Maggie, who's Principl Chair," and I just blinked at her for the longest time, and my jaw kind of dropped, and Quinn started laughing at me (phooey on him, he was at least coherent), and manage to make a bumbling fool of myself.

Violas must have been slim pickings.  Because really, I'm not that good. >.< 

What has been going on...

Honestly, not much in the ways of an update.  Tag Day is tomorrow, whoopdiedoo, and tonight I have the Apologetics conference at Mclean Bible Church.

Hm....I'm tired.

So, I've gotten back into mass-reading lately (the school year use to sap all my desire to read away, but this has changed inexplicably), and actually had a lucky pick in which every book I read was really good.  Usually this does not happen.

1). The Naming:  A different turn on usually predictable Celtic-Mideval plot.  Really good; seemed like a real legend versus a made up tale. Cleverly done, in that regard.

2). Five People You Meet in Heaven: BRILLIANT.  End of story.  I absolutely loved it.

3).Flight #116 Is Down: Another really good one, by Caroline Cooney.  Now, I read the Face on the Milk Carton and the Terrorist and didn't really like either one--the first because I just didn't like it and the second because of the...less than happy ending--but her style is growing on me.  It's more realistic, less ideal; really good, actually, now that I'm reflecting on it. I checked out three more by her today, but I'm rereading the Mark of the Lion Trilogy, so I won't be reading those until the weekend.

The week has been really good, actually.  I've held onto that Retreat feeling of peace for this whole week, and it's done me wonders.

Other than that...not much.

Love y'all!  -Maggie