My three long days

Well, I've been cooped up at home for the past three days (since Tuesday and it is now Thursday). That's three literal days since I've been out at night for my classes. I'm on a sick leave from the office, but I can't just stay home all week and miss out on my classes. Catching up would be much, much harder than just going to class even in my weakened condition.

I guess I'm getting to be pretty bored here–notice I've actually started blogging ("original" TFEs from me, myself, and I). I've got tons of class requirements to work on so I still get up relatively early (9AM) and turn on my sister's computer by 10AM. But after three days, I still haven't done much. Nothing actually. Which is completely ticking me off since I had the intention of finishing at least two of my four remaining Fin Man cases this week. That's aside from the group cases and group paper that I've got to work on, too. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm just too sick to do something productive. Or, what? Too preoccupied? Simply too lazy? I haven't yet explored the most genuine answer to that…

I suppose I could the hang of this blog thing… I could actually start to like typing down little bits and pieces of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions (oh, and ideas, too) on a regular basis… Too bad the laptop I got as a gift is busted…

Oh-oh. Time to go! I've got to get to class! …See yah! 

Diaries and journals vs. Talking out loud

I've never really been good at keeping journals and diaries. Actually, I've never really been into it much at all. From time to time I would attempt to start, but that's about as far as I'd go… I guess I run around too much to sit still and think and reflect. I go from activity to activity and get bored holding a pen and paper in hand and jotting down thoughts. Besides, I think my hand reacts too slowly to my brain. What I usually do is talk to myself out loud (often looking at myself in the mirror and making comical facial expressions) like I'm talking to somebody else. Sometimes I even change my voice and call myself by another name.

 Does that sound slightly "psycho" to you? Don't worry. I'm no Sybil. I just like to pretend I'm a cartoon character or someone off the TV or radio. I'm very much in touch with reality and I do think I'm 101% sane. I just enjoy talking out loud and expressing my thoughts, feelings, ideas, and emotions out loud because it's much simpler and easier than writing. Still, I wouldn't mind being able to sit still for some time and  just write and write and write highly sensible things which would inspire other people. …That would be the day! 

 Anyway, 'nuff said. This was just a thought that popped into my head just now and I felt like typing down into my i.ph blog (so it would at least have something "original" in it. Haha.).

Something about M.E.

"I'm a sinner saved by grace." …That sounds so cliche yet that's exactly how I feel about myself. Whatever good I can do through my own strength is as "filthy rags,' I know. Yet I try to do good anyway–whenever, wherever,however, and to whomever because I know that's what Jesus would do. I try to keep myself on the "straight and narrow" path by asking "What would Jesus do? (WWJD?)" in a particular situation. Then I ask Him for strength to do just that. I know I'm far (to the nth power) from being "perfect" and in fact, I still fall and sin and bring shame to the Christian name A LOT, but I cling on to my Savior just the same.