Sometimes we should leave the writing to the pros...

...like David. David was pretty awesome.

I had a good weekend and I was reading a little before I go to bed tonight. I felt pretty mellow so I decided to read some of Psalms. I like reading Psalms because you never know what you're going to get. In a single chapter you can cry and smile and get mad and then be completely thankful. Anyway, so I was reading this and it is way better than anything I can come up with, so here you go....

"You who sit down in the High God's presence, spend the night in Shaddai's shadow,
Say this: "God, you're my refuge.
I trust in you and I'm safe!"
That's right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you're perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You'll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God's your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can't get close to you,
harm can't get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they'll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You'll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.

"If you'll hold on to me for dear life," says God,
"I'll get you out of any trouble.
I'll give you the best of care
if you'll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I'll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I'll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!"

This was exactly the word I needed tonight. This is from The Message. If you have some extra time, it's really beautiful and poetic in the KJV too.

painting, running, breaking and the like

I'm just sitting here. Unable to think of anything smooth or witty or insightful to blog about. No deep spiritual or philosophical truths have been revealed to me. "I'm getting lamer." I think to myself (and that is not a good thought).

Then I think, I'm not lame, I'm blank.

I'm blank, I'm weak, I'm bland, I'm broken and bored and boring and void of anything that should make anyone interested in anything that I have to think or do or say.

I'm perfect.

A blank canvas is at the start of every masterpiece. A weak body is only a strong one before the sweat ensues and muscle takes hold. A bland palette is the one with the most options. A broken piece is the only piece that is fixed. The bored are the ones who seek enchantment.

So, paint with the colors that you dream in. Run until your legs give way. Taste the spices of the life you aspire to, don't settle for the plate put before you. Don't worry about pushing too hard and breaking something- push with everything in you and hopefully something will break! Seek out what captivates your spirit and, when you find it, hang on tight to the passions you've discovered.

"When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us."

-Margery Allingham

Just in case you missed it.

So, I may have mentioned this before.... but I'm really ready for this semester to be over.

All I've been doing is working for a year now. No school, no exotic vacations. I know "that's life" and yeah, maybe. When I'm finished with school and have a family and settle into a routine, maybe. For now I'm ready to be moving. No more sitting by a computer doing my boss's work.

I went to campus Friday and I loved it. They have a kind of new rec center which is huge and great. A rock wall where you can climb for free. They will even teach you how to belay and give you your certification for free. Also, there is an aquatic center with a lap pool, whirlpool, hot tub and sauna.

Everyday there is a 45 minute block of time where there are no classes and they have live music or a dj and food in the courtyard that the main campus buildings back up to.

I got all the classes I need, when I need them so my schedule is perfect. Awesome.

I'm getting mace, and a gun for my car. I'll be fine.

I know there are bad things about GSU and the campus, but from where I'm sitting (1 Barrett Lakes, 4th floor, East wing) I can't see them. Or at least I am denying them until I get there.

I had a dream

That Cody Henson (one of my brother's friends) gave me a before mentioned Cannondale. It was amazing and exactly like the one in the picture... and free.

"When you're dreaming with a broken heart waking up is the hardest part."
-John Mayer

Yay for 4 day work weeks.

The title of my blog is a bit deceptive as I haven't done much wandering at all lately. I suppose I've done my share of wondering... but wonders from my "sitting at a desk all day in Kennesaw, GA" hardly sounds as interesting. This is the longest I've lived in one state since I finished high school and it is driving me up the wall. Mainly because there is no change. My life has become so still. At first it was nice to slow down and relax in a familiar place with friends and family, but now I think my obsessive, raging fear of complacency is the only thing keeping me from slipping into a vegetative cerebral state. (One in which I spend my days staring at at my pen, fighting the urge to stab myself in the eye to ensure that my entire body hasn't gone numb)


So...

Today is a Friday for me. I have the day off of work tomorrow to attend my transfer student orientation in Atlanta. I am way too excited to be in school and moving toward the next phase of my life. I think I'll be okay here in Georgia for a while. In fact, I love Georgia. I've shared many times with many people about how I believe there is nothing like driving North on 85 through the city on a Monday night, or taking a trip to Amicalola on a Saturday morning. I don't think I would want to settle down (for too long at least) more than a day's trip away from the good ol' Peach State. As long as I'm progressing in some way, I can be happy here.

I didn't delete my facebook on accident as I thought I had. This is good news I guess. Though I was kind of warming up to the idea of being that girl who is too mysteriously cool for facebook. Oh well.

Amicalola on one of those Saturday mornings I mentioned

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."
-Abraham Lincoln