When the Time of Decrepitude is upon me...

Tonight I sit at nine o'clock, having filled myself with the traditional chocolate birthday cake and ice cream, listening to Day & Age by the Killers (Human just came on).
The Swine Flu has indeed struck, incarcerating me inside my house, never to leave it for the next ten days. So thus, I go barefoot, and 50% of the time i have no shirt on.
Today I was waken up by heat.... It was horrible. Indeed, truly horrible. My blinds were pulled back, the sun filtering through my window, most likely being magnified by it. I felt like an ant in a science experiment, underneath a gigantic magnifying glass of a gigantic bored five-year-old boy (or girl), just about to explode by the heat. But luckily I left my room, onto my sofa that was just a bit cooler.
A couple of days ago I made an observation. I was doing my three-day-a-week cleaning at the school when i heard an unmentionable old-ish lady talking on the phone. I really dont want to say anything bad about this person, but it's just the kind of person i dont want to be when i get her age someday.
She was talking about, (and this isn't the first time I've heard her do this) more like complaining about, all the malfunctions that are going on with her body. First it's her foot, then her allergies, then her back. Everything's hurting, and she really just wants to tell the world. And her voice...her voice...was just kind of whiny. Kind of... "Hey everyone, pay attention to me. Look how much i'm suffering. Look how oooooold i am."
I hope when I get to that age I can look past all the horribleness of decrepitude and talk about, i dont know, something else...them? Try not to fool myself into thinking that they probably really care about how that sore in my foot is getting along.

Christian Ramblings...

There are times I simply want to tell God, "God, No more sinning out of me ever again. I promise. Somehow, i don't know how, but somehow I'll make myself pure. I'll make myself holy, somebody worthy of the sacrifice you've given me."
Sometimes i just get sick of the fact that i'm so full of these faults. They haunt me every day when I'm awake, every night when I sleep. They're always there, the memories, the regrets- I shouldn't have done that, but I did it. Or, i should've done that, but I didn't.
I just wish i could give God more, something exceptional- be someone who can keep his promises, at least to GOD, if nobody else. Be faultless, give God the glory he deserves through my exceptional purity and holiness.
But I can't be, and I never will be faultless, at least here. As long as I have a choice, 80% of the time i will choose wrongly.
This is NOT how God made me. This is how I made me.
The whole concept of "choices" was all a result of man's creation. If you think about it, Man was the first creature that was given the decision to either follow "natural" instinct, or follow after God- something that is now quite unnatural to us human beings. And for a while in the garden, both of those instincts were parallel- Adam could follow both instincts without sinning. But now, things are different. My natural instinct is to sin, and my unnatural instinct is to follow God. The choice is there now, and- maybe i'm strange- but the natural instinct is so much more attractive.
God made me for the purpose of being faultless, i mean that's how i will end up at the very end of all things- faultless in Heaven in my new body before my God, praising his name over and over again for all eternity. God's ultimate purpose for man is to be faultless worshipers of Him in the end, and i think that is simply beautiful, something only he could think up for us to do for all eternity and never get bored.

I guess the truth is, faultlessness is for later- I will never achieve it by myself here on this earth. I will keep on sinning, and God will keep on forgiving. That's the way God thinks it's best. Don't get me wrong- I hope i never take advantage of God's forgiveness- i think i have already. But I dont believe i will ever stop sinning. And God understands. That's why he made salvation such a no-brainer. "Believe in me, and I will save you. Love me, and I will know you (1 Cor. 8:3)"

Thus I conclude my Christian Ramblings.

My Personal Junior Trip

Today I traveled without a map, trusting my parents' natural and almost scary ability to read road signs with deadly accuracy. We made it safely, journeying from the desert city of El Paso, across desert terrain, over mountains, and safely to the coastal city of San Diego, where I sit now in a dark american-styled kitchen at a who-knows-what-kind of wooden table, with sand between my toes, feeling as content as a boy can be.
Today was the first day i had ever experienced the luxurious taste of fish tacos. There's a cute little restaurant here named Rubio's, and I must say- if ever you find yourself in San Diego, craving something packed with delicious flavor (or flavour, for you English), look as hard as you have to to find that little place. It's so worth it. I felt right at home there, seeming as most of the customers there spoke fluent spanish, or english with bad mexican accents. If you can, go on Tuesday- Fish Taco Tuesday! 1.50 per taco. Yesh...
I'm here with my parents. It's quite the blast. i consider this my personal Junior trip. This is the same place the Seniors went last week for their senior trip, and seeing as i'm at the same place, yet not a senior, but an insignificant junior, well yeah. you get the point.
What else, what else?
I drove three hours of the way here- with MUSIC. Yes...music. I decided today that Sigur Ros and Mew are my highway driving music, at least for now.

This was the first time I got to see the Pacific in America. It's beautiful- just peaceful and grey and moving, like a sleepy elephant- No. like many sleepy elephants.

Rain, Rain, Please Stay, Go away another day.

Hello.
I'm sorry. I think we've lost touch.
It's my fault. It's always my fault. Don't be angry. It's not worth it. Just sit back in that...whatever it is you're sitting on...and think to yourself how much superior you are than me, and how you'd never lose touch with anybody you really cared about, unlike some...

Today I've decided that this sort of day, this today, is the kind of day that I don't mind. It's strange. Rain came down-- just a little-- every two hours or so for 12 hours, 30 minutes each time. I think I can say without any doubt that MidNorth-Mexican rain is the only rain that really means something, at least to me. Think about it. This rain traveled from a way-far-away distant lake/ocean/thing, crossing miles of waterless ground, through un-humid air, to land happily onto this dry ground I call my home. And then, there's the rain that goes 2 feet out of its way on the ports of Seattle. Which rain means more?
Mexican rain is real rain.
So hah.

There's a video I recently discovered from a friend, "Christy the Cool." It's kind of a long video...12 minutes long, or so. And it's just beautiful.

For me, it's simply what i want to be like when I'm old and shapeless. To be able to remember everything. Remember how I found the right girl who will build the foundation of our lives with me, brick by brick. And then keep building, surrounding myself by the ones i love, by my home, and by my life that is worth living. To remember how I lived that life, watching everyone fade away from me, even my wife. And in the end, be completely alone, those that I love dead and gone- simply me alive.
It will be in that time, fifty-sixty years from now, that i think i will need God most of all.


Anway...here's the video. ENJOY! ^_^

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS_poFGZXsc