Born to Laugh

ah, how I love the sound of Over the Rhine (a band).
Today was a good day. I get to go to Christmas Camp a day early with the seniors, even though I am a junior; Mason called and asked if I would sit next to him on the bus; Kara has a blog.
The only unpleasantness about it was that my dad got a new car. I wish he could go just one year without buying a new car, motorcycle, computer and tv. But alas, I think he gets as much of a rush out of spending thousands of dollars as girls do when they find a gorgeous dress on sale... too bad dresses only cost $60 and cars are about $15,000. -Know anyone who wants a beautiful, stick shift, 2001, navy blue jeep cherokee with only 54,000 miles on it?

Mom is having fun looking at colleges again. We're planning a trip for me to fly up and see Hope College in Michigan (maybe in April? March?). It should be fun, but I might freeze. I will surely have to get a new wardrobe if I go to school up there. Maybe Furman would be a bit warmer... I do so love F.U., haha.

Lately, I've been having these awesome thirsts for scripture. It's really exciting. I'm reading Samuel right now -not quite sure why, it just seemed like a good place. The old testament is different than the new, but I don't think they're so hard to reconcile (atleast, not as I understand them now). It will be cool to see how Christmas Camp goes if I'm feeling this excited about my spiritual life currently. Can't wait. December 28, 6am. So ready.

I wish I had something interesting to say: a cool metaphor, maybe a philosophical point or two. I've heard falling in love can help one write and ponder. Maybe I should go and find myself a man, haha. Problem being, it seems there are no attractive, christian guys who are also interested in me and willing to put up with foreign films, opera, and trains (yes, trains). Trains are amazing. I've never been on one, but would like to. They're so big and powerful, but yet, they are tamable because you can make them go wherever you want. However, once you set course, it's a bit hard to change it.
I like to sit up at night and wait for the train to go by so that I can look up at the stars and listen to the whistle. Both the stars and the train seem so far away, but they aren't really, not to me. The stars are so real and beautiful, I bet one night I will reach up and pull one down, shining in my hand just for me, better than any earthly diamond.
I can see it happening, but as soon as it is within my grasp, the train will blow its whistle, the star will turn into a whisper, and all I will have is a bit a of a cool breeze.

there, how's that for a cheesy metaphor about how I view love?