I love these roommates. and trips home with them. and firsts of winter, ever for some. and taco soup. and movies with the fire going and the christmas tree lights on. and perfect weekends.
I'll probably write a whole blog with pictures etc but for now this one works. Hey, it's the middle of finals week.
So awhile ago i came to the conclusion that generally people are shallow insecure douche bags. But this morning i was wrong:
-Thank you guy who helped me pull four boxes of paper up a slick snowy hill on his way to class with a simple "man, it sucks to have to pull things up a slope in the snow."
-Thank you to the guy that was waited for me to fill up paper and said thank you when I was done. You have a very sincere voice. and you were an attractive black man.
-Thank you to the numerous people, 8 or 10 in all, that opened up doors for me.
-Thank you to the guy that helped the little old lady across the snowy road carried her bags, and then cleaned the snow off her car. I was watching you, thank you.
-Thank you to the guy that moved a chair out of the way so I, pulling crap, could get through.
-Thank you radio station for playing two amazing songs in a row.
-Thank you heater in the company car for working this morning so I didn't freeze while i was out saving campus printers. I know sometimes you don't want to wake up early for work either.
-Thank you jeep for having four wheel drive. I feel a lot safer when I'm driving through snow..not to mention I feel real cool.
-Thank you boys apartment across the way, you make a mean cookie. also thanks for making me laugh while you try to shake your booty like beyonce. (technically this was last night. shoot me.)
-Thank you keels on your mission to still take time to give sisterly talk over e-mail.
-and finally thank you quote of the day "I just like wearing daft sweaters."-Paul McCartney. I share that joy as well.
here's for a laugh:
(p.s. thanks cameron, tim, scott, and raph for showing this to me. i like you guys)
We had to watch The Color of Paradise for my film class. I recommend it for everyone! It a story about redemption. I cannot even write a review that will do the film justice. ah, it's beautiful-the cinematography, the acting, the setting, and the message it conveys. The truly remarkable little boy, Muhammad, is blind. His father is ashamed of him to the point that he has not even told his fiance about Muhammad's existence. There is a struggle to find unconditional love-Muhammad seeks it, his father cannot give it.
Muhammad does find some love, his grandmother and sister love him dearly. Also by listening to nature, God communicates to him. Whether it's by the song of a bird, the feel of the sand, or the whispering of the breeze, Muhammad listens as God tells him of his undying love. There are BEAUTIFUL religious metaphors in this film. We are all like Muhammad, and if we listen, God will speak to us. I urge everyone to see this film!
Mohammad: [crying] "Our teacher says that God loves the blind more because they can't see. But I told him if it was so, He would not make us blind so that we can't see Him. He answered 'God is not visible. He is everywhere. You can feel Him. You see Him through your fingertips.' Now I reach out everywhere for God till the day my hands touch Him and tell Him everything, even all the secrets in my heart."
