Sunday, November 30, 2008

A New Week

Okay. So I haven't done perfect for the start of this week. I haven't done awful either.

I did have an idea though. I'm going to try and set a goal each week and I might post it here to keep me accountable. I will this week, at least. I'm going to spend at least 30 minutes with God every day. Preferably in the morning. I pray a lot anyways, but I don't have a regular habit of sitting down for a set amount of time to pray and read the Bible. So that's my goal--work on getting in that habit again (I did have it once upon a time).

I don't know completely what I think about the whole online accountability thing... but this way multiple people can keep me in check, and it's not a secret anymore that I'm not as faithful here as I wish I was.

Right now, however, sleep is calling. I've got a lot to do tomorrow.

If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer." Matthew 21:22

Ends, Beginnings, and Goodbyes.

Peter's gone again. Linna leaves tomorrow. Tomorrow I must dive into that mound of homework I chose not to do during my break--because I needed a break. Now I've got two weeks to finish my final projects for my first semester at college and to get ready for Christmas! The beginning of the end. Somewhat.

But that is not what I'm really focusing on right now....I said goodbye to Peter tonight. And that's where my thoughts are...going with him back to Minneapolis.


I love you. I'm waiting.


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Edward Cullen Wishes He Was as Great as My Boyfriend

Edward Cullen wishes he was as amazing as my boyfriend. Okay, so I'll admit straight off that bat that I haven't read the books. For all that my friends talk about them though, I might as well have. I'm fairly sure they've told me every twist. And some of them are really weird.

But, for all means and purposes of this post, I've seen the movie and heard way too many people sigh and wish they had Edward Cullen as their boyfriend. Minus the bloodsucking part. (Some of the sighs actually want that. I'm thinking they forgot about the pain and agony aspect?) And every time they talk about this fictional man's wonderfulness, I can't help but go...wow, deja vu. That man is mine already.

So, to prove my point, I googled "perks of edward cullen." One of the first results was a list titled, "Edward Cullen of Twilight vs. Normal Guys."

A normal guy would say: “I love you Baby!”
Edward Cullen would say: “You are my life now.”

He's said it better. My man's said that we're going to build a life together, and its going to be better than anything we can imagine. (Which it will, cuz our goal is to follow God.)

Normal Guy would say: “I think I am falling for you.”
Edward Cullen would say: “The Lion fell in Love with the Lamb”

Peter makes the best analogies and he doesn't even know it. Considering he doesn't want to eat me, the EC example doesn't really apply. But Peter does give the best compliments, and he's never said "I think I'm falling for you." Instead, he tells me he loves me multiple times every day, and just for the record, he's loved me for 7 1/2 years. And yes, he's almost 18.

Normal Guy would say: “You hair looks like a haystack; go brush it!”
Edward Cullen would say: "Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.”

I kid you not--one of us called the other on skype RIGHT after I woke up, and he saw my bed head in all its glory, and said I was straight out beautiful. And he meant it, too.

A normal guy would pick a random song from a random artist and dedicate it to you.
Edward Cullen would sing you a song he wrote for you while playing the piano.

Check. He's done that. On guitar, but he's also composed stuff for me spur of the moment on the piano.

If you died, a normal guy would find another.
If you died, Edward would kill himself cause life without you isn’t worth living.

Because we have faith, thats not something I consider admirable. Right now, we're ultimately living for God, and then for each other and those we love. We've talked about this though, and he said he would keep living, but it would be without the love of another and life would be gray and not the colorful dream we see in our future.

As you leave the house, a normal guy would say: “Bye, see ya!”
As you leave the house Edward Cullen would say: “Come back to me, love.”

Check. Word for word. On the phone though, or when ever he leaves for MN, we say that.

As you come back to the house, a normal guy would be watching TV and wouldn’t even notice.
As you come back to the house, Edward Cullen would be welcoming you by playing the piano with a song just for you.

I have no doubt when we're married (God willing) our house will be full of Peter's music.


A normal guy would wait for you to make him breakfast.
Edward Cullen would make you breakfast everyday.

Hahaha...well, I know he would. But I like cooking, so we'll work that out.

While you are both out for dinner, a normal guy wouldn’t keep his eyes off the sexy waitress.
Edward Cullen wouldn’t even notice the waitress was a female.

Check. Peter's basically amazing.

A normal guy, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on the radio.
Edward Cullen, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and the other attached to yours.

*laughs again* Check!

While far apart in different places, a normal guy would say: “I miss you.”
While far apart in different places, Edward Cullen would say: “It’s like you've taken half myself with you.”

Check....but we say I miss you, as well.


A normal guy wouldn’t care or notice if you had nightmares.
Edward Cullen would sing until your nightmares went away.
"Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away."

Wow. He does pray over me. And I have a CD of his Worship music. I haven't talked about this one with him, but I know he would if I asked.

A normal guy does it with everyone.
Edward Cullen only does it with one.

Heck yeah.


So, too bad for you, girls, that guy Ms. Meyers based Edward on is taken. And he's mine.

I love you, Peter Webb.


P.S. (And at the risk of losing all creditability with the EC fanactics out there, Peter is a heck of a lot better looking than EC too.)

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Disney Girl

I'm a Disney Girl. It's a long neglected hobby of mine. One of those things you wish you could spend more time on, but rarely do. Well, I stumbled upon the Pixar Blog, and I've been following it the past few days. (If your at all interested in Pixar, it's amazing--check it out!) And it somewhat renewed my interest. I'm realizing how little I really know about the behind the scenes Dinsey/Pixar wonder. So I thought a good place to start would be John Lasseter. Wow--was I ever right. You basically can't get any higher. According to the amazing Wiki, here is his job description:

"
In April 2006, Disney purchased Pixar and Lasseter was named Chief Creative Officer of both Pixar and Disney animation studios. He was also named Principal Creative Advisor at Walt Disney Imagineering, where he will help design attractions for Disney's theme parks. He will report directly to Disney chief Bob Iger, bypassing Disney's studio and theme parks executives. He also received green-light power on films with Roy E. Disney's consent."

Wow. He can basically do whatever he wants. Talk about the top dog—someone (might have been the pixar blog) even said he was basically the Walt Disney of these times. Crrazy.

And on top of that, he was ultra involved with Bolt. Which, I will have you note, the smart guy who reviews movies in the local paper gave bolt an A- and only gave twilight a B something. Which gets my hopes up—I've been longing for a good Disney movie!

So, even though it might not be “a cool movie” (*sticks tongue out at Peter*) I really want to see it.

Yup. Now on to the 12 hours of HW I have this weekend.


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Tidbits of Mr. Barrie

"For a moment after Mr. and Mrs. Darling left the house the night-lights by the beds of the three children continued to burn clearly. They were awfully nice little night-lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out."

"A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in."

""I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying."
"It has come off?"
"Yes."
Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. "How awful!" she said, but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boy!
Fortunately she knew at once what to do. "It must be sewn on," she said, just a little patronisingly.
"What's sewn?" he asked.
"You're dreadfully ignorant."
"No, I'm not."
But she was exulting in his ignorance. "I shall sew it on for you, my little man," she said, though he was tall as herself, and she got out her housewife [sewing bag], and sewed the shadow on to Peter's foot.
"I daresay it will hurt a little," she warned him.
"Oh, I shan't cry," said Peter, who was already of the opinion that he had never cried in his life. And he clenched his teeth and did not cry, and soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little creased.
"Perhaps I should have ironed it," Wendy said thoughtfully, but Peter, boylike, was indifferent to appearances, and he was now jumping about in the wildest glee. Alas, he had already forgotten that he owed his bliss to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. "How clever I am!" he crowed rapturously, "oh, the cleverness of me!"
It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy.
But for the moment Wendy was shocked. "You conceit [braggart]," she exclaimed, with frightful sarcasm; "of course I did nothing!"
"You did a little," Peter said carelessly, and continued to dance.
"A little!" she replied with hauteur [pride]; "if I am no use I can at least withdraw," and she sprang in the most dignified way into bed and covered her face with the blankets.
To induce her to look up he pretended to be going away, and when this failed he sat on the end of the bed and tapped her gently with his foot. "Wendy," he said, "don't withdraw. I can't help crowing, Wendy, when I'm pleased with myself." Still she would not look up, though she was listening eagerly. "Wendy," he continued, in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys."
Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many inches, and she peeped out of the bed-clothes.
"Do you really think so, Peter?"
"Yes, I do."
"I think it's perfectly sweet of you," she declared, "and I'll get up again," and she sat with him on the side of the bed. She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
"Surely you know what a kiss is?" she asked, aghast.
"I shall know when you give it to me," he replied stiffly, and not to hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble.
"Now," said he, "shall I give you a kiss?" and she replied with a slight primness, "If you please." She made herself rather cheap by inclining her face toward him, but he merely dropped an acorn button into her hand, so she slowly returned her face to where it had been before, and said nicely that she would wear his kiss on the chain around her neck. It was lucky that she did put it on that chain, for it was afterwards to save her life. "

Yours with smiles and thoughtfulness,

Tori

Monday, November 17, 2008

Short Sentenced

I just finished a paper.

Papers "finished" at this hour usually aren't my best. Bummer...


My schedule is seriously whacked.


But I'm going to, with God's strength, get through and learn how to manage my life the way He wants.


Yup.


After I get some sleep.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Faith

I discovered The BLB's daily devotions and today it was from Charles Haddon Spurgeon on 1 Peter 1: 7. It was very impacting and encouraging, so I thought I'd share it with you.

"Faith untried may be true faith, but it is sure to be little faith, and it is likely to remain dwarfish so long as it is without trials. Faith never prospers so well as when all things are against her: tempests are her trainers, and lightnings are her illuminators. When a calm reigns on the sea, spread the sails as you will, the ship moves not to its harbour; for on a slumbering ocean the keel sleeps too. Let the winds rush howling forth, and let the waters lift up themselves, then, though the vessel may rock, and her deck may be washed with waves, and her mast may creak under the pressure of the full and swelling sail, it is then that she makes headway towards her desired haven. No flowers wear so lovely a blue as those which grow at the foot of the frozen glacier; no stars gleam so brightly as those which glisten in the polar sky; no water tastes so sweet as that which springs amid the desert sand; and no faith is so precious as that which lives and triumphs in adversity. Tried faith brings experience. You could not have believed your own weakness had you not been compelled to pass through the rivers; and you would never have known God's strength had you not been supported amid the water-floods. Faith increases in solidity, assurance, and intensity, the more it is exercised with tribulation. Faith is precious, and its trial is precious too.

Let not this, however, discourage those who are young in faith. You will have trials enough without seeking them: the full portion will be measured out to you in due season. Meanwhile, if you cannot yet claim the result of long experience, thank God for what grace you have; praise Him for that degree of holy confidence whereunto you have attained: walk according to that rule, and you shall yet have more and more of the blessing of God, till your faith shall remove mountains and conquer impossibilities."




These trials are only to test your faith, to show that it is strong and pure. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold--and your faith is far more precious to God than mere gold. So if your faith remains strong after being tried by fiery trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world. -1 Peter 1:7

Thursday, November 6, 2008

A Train of Thoughts

Change really is a theme of my life right now. If I'm honest, I'm rather sick of hearing about it everywhere I go. "This needs to change," "I hate this. It has to change," "Finally, our country embraces change," yada yada yada.

Okay, don't get me wrong. I'm all for a lot of changes. I know most change is not only natural, but good. But to be honest, a lot of changes have happened in my life that I'm really not giddy about. In fact, it really is a purpose of this blog--to get the changes out of my crazy-cluttered mind, one breath at a time. Which might also be why I'm "yada"-ing something as huge and important as change. In an oxymoron sort of way, its same-old same-old to me.

As I think about it, I spend much of my time focusing on the changes in my life that I strongly dislike, and even hate... The irony is I wanted change so much. The whole "be careful what you wish for, or you might just get it."

I know what I need to do, I just haven't found the formula for making good changes in attitude happen consistently. Formulas! That reminds me of the struggles I've had in math in the past--when you don't know how to plug the numbers in, its not going to come out right. How do I consistently get enough sleep, maintain my long-distance (amazing) relationship, stay in touch with at least a few of my other friends, spend time learning God's heart, live out what I learn from Him....oh, yeah--homework, classes, work, laundry...

Ha ha.

I keep trying the whole schedule thing. It's hard because the things I want to do depend on other people's schedules--so I can't set something in stone and go "Every week I'm going to do this." It all fluctuates. I'm going to figure it out though. I'm getting closer, even when it doesn't feel like it. Somehow, someday (graduation?) I'll get past this rut and really get my life in order--and I know it won't happen to the best of my ability until God's even more in charge of everything I do. He does manage quite a bit of lives--the ultimate business administrator. I know I can learn some tips from Him. :-)

So, for now, I'll go write a list of my HW for the weekend and see if I actually do any of it. I'm going to eat the rest of my cheetos, enjoy their fake cheesy crunchy-ness, and call my boyfriend.

If only I could stop the nagging worries in the back of my mind that constantly whisper--JUST DO YOU HW! DONT SPEND ANY TIME RELAXING UNTIL THE (unending--*evil laughter*) LIST OF THINGS TO DO IS DONE!

Shut up twisted something claiming to be my conscience. I need a break.
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