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Name: Trillium
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Metro: Auburn
Birthday: 3/3/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, especially piano, and guitar, Reading, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, other fantasy stuff, Dragons, horses, dogs, parrots, animals in general, AIM, Third Day, Gomers, Interesting History, Biology stuff, plants, most other things to a lesser extent
Expertise: Practical jokes, Wasting time, Foyology, S.O.S.-ing
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
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AIM:  trillby33
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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| I came to a frustrating realization while talking to Yoshi the other night; I miss the "ministry game." Now, don't get me wrong, I don't recant anything I've ever said about the wrongness of the strategizing and plotting and "warfare mentality" the church embraces. In fact, I'm still a good bit disgusted by some of the plots I've seen and even participated in in the name of evangelism. And yes, this mentality was a large portion of the reason I left the church. But the fact remains that a part of me misses it. Not misses the people - I can find just as many "ministry opportunities" by simply living life with love as the central value. In fact, since I believe wholeheartedly that love is the ONLY positive transformative power in this universe, this probably "works" better in the long run anyway. (The quotation marks remain because I can't get past the wrongness of seeing people as simply an opportunity to change them or a set of projects) But, we were reminiscing over the late nights we spent trying to hold 6 different groups in relative harmony with each other, the contortions we went through to manipulate things to work how we wanted them to, the ploys to plays one group's weaknesses against another's in order to bring both to our ideal, the plottings to put us or people we "could trust" (read control) in power and I realized that those times were fun. Sure, they were largely one headache after another, but we both have a bit of a martyr in us. And yes, or assumptions about our right use people "for good" were seriously screwed up. No, I wouldn't return to playing that game for the world. But, that doesn't change the fact that a part of me immensely enjoyed being in cahoots with a small, select group who could pull off the tings we did. Maybe, part of what I miss is just being in the "in crowd", but, alot of it is the politics and the drama. And that's not a part of myself that I like staring in the face. | | |
| I hadn't heard this song for a very long time, but it came on the radio this weekend, and reminded me WAY too much of a certain friendship. She'll probably never see this, but, we dedicate it to her anyway.... :)- We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me-background singers)
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! | | |
| I filed my FAFSA for next school year today. I must admit, I had a little burst of glee when I finally got to check the "born before 1986, therefore independent" box. My elation did not last long however, for the next screen involved household size. I'm a household of one! I didn't realize that the federal government finally allowing me to file as an independent also meant that they no longer see me as part of my parents family! I guess I should have, and I actually had a conversation with a friend about this very subject just yesterday, but, having to enter only a one in that box really made it hit home. I'm a little bit saddened now. | | |
| It's been awhile. I should catch up, if for no other reason than in three years when I look back, I don't want to wonder what happened to half a month of my life. February is a rotten month. I can think of nothing good that's happened in February for the past 8 years. At least we made it through this one with out anything TOO awful, but it still wasn't a fun or good month.
Last week was kind of the week from hell. As if the whole kid-not-being-allowed-to-hang-out-with-me drama (which thankfully has since been resolved) was not enough, I woke up Wednesday morning to find my water off. Of course, being smart, I immeadiately called the water company. They swore they hadn't turned it off and would have someone right over to fix it. I trustingly left my house and continued about my business for the day. About 9 o'clock that evening, I get a call from Ridley asking why our water's off. Apparrently, they did not fix it, and of course at this point there was nothing I could do about it. So, Thursday I called them AGAIN. After talking to three different people (all of whom, I will give them, were very polite and helpful) finally discovered that there had been some sort of mix-up, which I still don't really understand, with the billing and they promised to get it back on in the next thirty minutes.
Also, I ended up calling in to work Thursday because of an inability to walk (stupid neck nerves), as well as leaving work early Friday due to the same cause. Grrrr. I guess I shouldn't be too upset that I wasn't scheduled at all this week. I mean, I understand, and it makes sense, but, at the same time, I need monies! I have to call Jihad later today and talk him into scheduling me next week.
After all of that, I needed a good weekend, and I got it. Originally, Zack and I were planning on going up to Winter War Friday night when we were done with school/work, but, when it was pouring down rain, I called and asked if there was a particular reason we were going up in the wet, cold, dark, to set up camp in a place we didn't know, and go to sleep, when we could sleep in our warm beds, go up in the morning, and still catch all of the Saturday fighting. Needless to say, we decided to take option B. So, with a suddenly free Friday night, Ridley, Alan and I ended up meeting Rhys and Andy up at MK's Asian Kitchen and hanging out with them watching movies and such. I think we scared and scarred Zack when he later showed up, just in time for a repeat darts scene in the movie. Hehe. He ran away, and drug me with him with the promise of chocolate chip waffles. While aquiring said delicacies, we ran into Loki-pop and his crew who were headed up to Winter War and incredibly lost. They ate dinner with us, and we got them back on the road, headed the right direction.
Winter War was fun. Woods battle was awesome, there were cool people, and, we only had one serious injury. I have heard stories for the past two and a half years about the quality of Momma Rita and Poppa James' cooking - let's just say that feast lived up to, and possibly exceeded, every bit of it. And, there was a mead-maker there. I bought some of her mead, and got to talk to her a bit about the process etc. It was a good discussion. When she saw that my name actually, really is Trillium, she asked if my parents were pagan - Drew laughed so hard he had to walk away. It was also good just to see folks again, it's been too long since I've sat and watched Joey and Bryan Moore create commotion. Thankfully, we decided not to stay up there overnight, and drove back Saturday night/Sunday morning.
Sunday, as everyone knows, there was SNOW! And not just little, piddly, couple of flakes falling and melting immeadiately snow, but real snow! I went over to the Gardners' and played with them, Tony and Amanda. We built a snow bunny, went sledding, slid down the manure pile, threw snow balls at Stan, made snow angels, and generally had a grand ol' time. And then we went inside and drank hot cocoa. It was a good day - even if there was a sneak-attack prayer meeting that I didn't realize I was going to get conned into attending.
Like I said, I'm not working this week, which I guess is a somewhat good thing. I've been trying to get some cleaning done, as well as some errands that I've been putting off for awhile, and some paper work. I probably haven't been as productive as I should, but, oh well. Ridley and Alan gave me Guitar Hero III and Beautiful Katamari for my birthday - this may be part of the reason I've been less than completely productive - however, I like both games muchly, and they make me happy. I think I'm going to go home now and roll stuff up...
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| So, Tuesday night, Julie called me up and said "hey, can I come be a bum for a little while?" and of course I was fine with that, so she showed up, and "a little while" turned into the entire night cause she fell asleep. So, Wednesday "morning" when we all finally woke up, we realized that all three of us had an overweening desire for doughnuts. After ascertaining that A) no one would come and bring us doughnuts and B) we didn't really want to go all the way to Montgomery to get them, we finally gave in and got gas station doughnuts. Granted, they were sweet and tasty, and they filled us up, but, they really didn't satisfy that primal urge for Krispy Kreme. Later that night, while we were sitting around at philosophy club, someone, I believe it was Kat, again brought up a desire for Krispy Kreme. Since everyone was about to head out anyway, and Evan and Alice expressed a similar desire, we made the decision to drive to Columbus to secure this prize. Now, Columbus is only about 30-45 minutes away, if you go the right way. Driving up 85 to the exit for 185 then driving back down 185 for about an hour is NOT the right way. A 30-45 minute trip quickly turned into almost two hours. Did I mention that I was sitting in the middle of the backseat, ie. the hump? We stopped at a gas station to get directions. The lady looked at us like we were crazy for asking for directions (we only later realized we were still an hour from Columbus) and wouldn't let us into the store because it was so late at night. After we FINALLY made it to Columbus, we got lost - twice. Now, these detours weren't entirely useless as during them we found both the S-Mart sign that we took pictures in front of for Julie, and the Cat Walk strip club - which we only avoided going to because Evan was demanding doughnuts. So, after this long and arduous search, we finally spotted the holy grail, the blazing Krispy Kreme sign. We whipped into the parking lot, barely containing our glee, only to discover that it is not a 24 hour establishment. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! We gave brief consideration to waiting for it to open in 3 hours, such was our desire for the fluffy, sugary goodness, but in the end we decided that that was not feasible. So, we went next door and ate at Waffle House. Yes, that's right my friends - we took a 2 and a half hour trip, merely to eat at Waffle House. | | |
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