the LovingRoom

Watch where you're going!

2009-02-03T16:43:00.000-08:00

Today, while walking at Biola with a group of my classmates, I turned around to say something (because, of course, I was in front due to my inability to walk in groups), continuing to walk all the while, and ran into one of those waist-high gray poles. Luckily I wasn't power-walking like usual.

It's snowing!

2009-02-02T19:53:00.000-08:00

Tonight, while eating a scone, Linell laughed at something Jennie said, proceeded to choke on the scone, and blew crumbs all over her computer...and me.

It was really really funny.

Bubbles.

2009-01-22T21:22:00.000-08:00

Oh my poor Kendra!

I also have one tragic story concerning one mutt, named Twilight. He had one blue eye and one brown eye which was more than enough to convince my five year old mind that he was from the Twilight Zone. It's funny that I refer to Twilight as a "he," because I am not actually sure of the dog's sexual preference...[err--yeah, I just wanted to try that out, but didn't work and I'm not going to backspace]. Anyways, Twilight, the dog named after the television show, that my father apparently thought was appropriate for me to watch at such a young age, was the only dog I ever had. And I think I only had him for a grand total of a week. No, technically, I only had him for a day. Because the day after I got him, my parents decided to go to Manila for some family fun. We left the fate of poor Twilight into the capable hands of my grandfather, whom I barely knew. You probably can see where this is going. If you guessed that my grandfather FORGOT that he had to feed Twilight, then you win. My parents and I arrived at the scene, a week or so later (it might've been longer), with my grandfather standing over Twilight's lifeless body, scratching his head. My mom immediately escorted me back to the taxi just as the realization of what happened slapped me in the face with a harsh sense of reality.

Granted, I only had Twilight for a day. How much repressed feelings of anger and resentment could I possibly have? All I know is that I do not like dogs, either. Maybe it's mostly the way that they smell and the way that they slobber that impedes any sort of emotional attachment to the canines. Gross. Especially when people talk to them like, or dresses them, like they're children.

Self discovery...

2009-01-17T20:03:00.000-08:00

While pondering the complexities of life post Grey's Anatomy viewage, I made an important discovery about myself that I thought I would share with you all. You may or may not be aware of my disdain for domesticated animals. I just thought it was coincidence. A random personality flaw. A chance preference. A meaningless detail.

But I was wrong...

I don't exactly know how the topic came up, but my friend and I started sharing pet stories. As I shared mine, I started to notice a theme. Let me tell them to you and I think you'll see what I mean.

Tragic Story #1
My first pet was a cute little hamster named Chowhound. My best friend Julie and I got hamsters at the same time. She named her hamster Skipper because he went straight for the little hamster wheel. I named my hamster Chowhound (Chowie for short) because he went straight for the food. Chowie grew into a chubby little fellow, but he was the perfect companion until one fateful, scorching-hot, summer afternoon. Our family was engaging in our weekly housecleaning ritual. My dad put Chowhound out on the porch IN THE SUN in his little oven, I mean, plastic cage. Needless to say, when I went to bring Chowie in a few hours later, he wasn't moving. I was too young to put all the clues together and thought he just suffered an untimely death. I found out the real cause of death years later. (As an aside, Skipper escaped from his cage when he was in the garage. I think he's still roaming the field behind our house to this day.)

Tragic Story #2
After that incident, I decided to take a pet hiatus. Since Skipper just disappeared into Hamster Heaven, Julie was not dissuaded from taking another chance on a pet. She got a rabbit named Willy. We loved Willy. We decided that it was cruel to keep Willy solely in his small wire cage, so we built an enclosed fence on the grass so he could roam around and eat grass. The next day, while we were at church, Willy got out of his fence. Julie also had a dog. The dog didn't eat Willy, but he did corner Willy in the yard. Willy was so frightened that he had a heart attack and died.

Tragic Story #3
I was ready for another pet by this point, and so was Julie. This time it was rabbits for both of us. I picked out the cutest one. She was black and white with a black patch over one eye like a pirate. I named her Samantha. Samantha the Pirate. The only problem was that she was the meanest rabbit ever. She bit me. She ran away every time I tried to pet her. She scratched me whenever I tried to hold her. She was banished to a life in her cage until we gave her away. (The part about Samantha the Pirate is a lie. I really named her Samantha after the American Girl. Remember those books/dolls?)

Tragic Story #4
When I was in eighth grade we got the cutest black lab puppy ever. She was the runt of the litter and we named her Sadie. I spent the first few nights sleeping with her out on our deck so she wouldn't be lonely. Sadie hit a few rough patches, like when she chewed up all of our sprinklers, but overall she was a great dog. When we moved into our new house Sadie started getting out of the yard to go on adventures with other neighborhood dogs. One day she was missing when we came home. Later, I was driving to the store with my mom when we saw her lying on the side of the road. I was sad, but I knew my brother Luke, who was nine years old at the time, would be even more sad. He didn't want to go see her lying on the side of the road, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to say goodbye, either. His classic comment, which we still quote to this day: "I guess this is just a lose-lose situation!"

So, as you can see, I haven't had the best of luck with pets. These are just a few of the highlights, too. I didn't tell you about our cat that had a nasty tumor and got her tail slammed in the door, my kitten who ran away after I tried to give it a bath, or Julie's bunny who got sick and died after two days.

No wonder I don't like pets!

Two thousand and nine.

2009-01-01T00:50:00.000-08:00

Kendra: I agree. And you're hilarious. So I'm blogging, on account of both of those facts.

I don't know about you guys, but I was remembering New Year's Eve 1999 (when everybody's parents prepared for some unforeseen Y2K disaster in which spare AA batteries and canned goods would somehow save us) and how it was both very similar and very different from New Year's Eve 2008.

It's similar in that it was a very boring evening spent right here in Glendora, and I saw some of the very same neighbors and family friends, and Kevin was even technically around (we were both at church, but probably had never even spoken at that point). I remembering thinking that someday I would be older and able to have FUN on New Year's Eve and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Well, it turns out that I'm not much more exciting on New Year's than I was at age 12. I realized the only thing people do for the new year is have big parties, and I don't like big parties. I've come to terms with gin rummy and Chinese food.

It's different in that my family is scattered tonight - two in hella NorCal, one at a high school party, one in New Mexico with my grandma, and me bumming around G-town. It's also different in that, well, I'm different. Duh. For one thing, if you had told me at age 12 that I'd be engaged at age 21 . . . well, I might have believed you, but only because I was young and naive. I definitely wouldn't have believed it later on. I especially wouldn't have believed that I'd be engaged to that tall Collier kid from youth group.

The moral of the story, I guess, if there even is one, is that life doesn't turn out the way you'd expect. But I'm glad that we're there for each other during the process, even when we graduate or move away or get engaged or whatever else. Hey, it's the new year. I'm allowed to be a little sentimental.

Bring me back to life...

2008-12-31T00:20:00.000-08:00

Hey friends...

I think we should bring the Loving Room blog back to life, especially in light of recent events, namely, Elise graduating, Carissa getting engaged, and Willis moving back to AZ for an indefinite period of time. We just started a family blog, and it's super fun. So I think I'm motivated for some blogging.

I don't even know if Elise and Willis are a part of this at all...hmm...

So I plan to post a "Year in Review: 2008" blog as soon as I get around to writing it. Probably when I get back to So Cal and have nothing else to do until interterm starts.

On a completely unrelated note, I went to a metal show tonight. I got the black "X" on my hand in permanent marker and everything. It was "brutal," as they say. I may or may not have done some head banging, possibly some two-stepping. I listened to a song called "Decapitate Hannah Montana" which had an especially moving part where the lead singer said "F*** that bitch," and the crowd responded with "I want to watch that bitch die," or something like that. It was sort of hard to understand at times. It was a small venue, so needless to say, I stood out like a sore thumb. All in all, it was a positive experience. I enjoyed it immensely.

On another unrelated note, I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button last night. It was not good at all, in my opinion. There was no plot. I think the only redeeming value of the whole movie was Brad Pitt. My cousin and I decided that if we had the chance we would probably make out with Brad Pitt. I think God could forgive us, and hopefully the police could too, since he would probably never agree to it.

So far on my break I have watched three hours of John and Kate Plus Eight, as well as three hours of What Not to Wear. I puff painted a green turtle neck. I made lots and lots of cookies. I went shopping and got some new shoes along with a few shirts. I hung out with some friends. I played a lot of games: take-two, scategories, some lame game we got for Christmas that I forget the name of, Egyptian war. I did a puzzle. I hung out with family mucho. I went to Chico. I saw a metal concert. I wore my pj's for a whole day. I got a new water bottle that I'm super excited about.

Those are the highlights, I guess.

Well, to the two or so readers of this blog, thank you. Let's be friends.

Kendra

Combustible.

2008-12-20T00:02:00.000-08:00

Found an anonymous post-it note in the quotebook. This is what it said:

"if all the boys in the world were to spontaneously combust...then...so be it!"

Burnt Sienna

2008-12-08T19:18:00.000-08:00

Tonight, at 7:19 pm, Kendra Bailey, while coloring in her "Little Suzy Zoo" coloring book--which she apparently just had lying around--held up a crayon and said, "What is Sienna? and why is it burnt?"

[more to come]
[because we are funny]

the stripper story.

2008-04-01T19:15:00.001-07:00

well.

it all began on a fateful (or divinely ordained, depending on your theology) Thursday afternoon. it was the day of Linell's acceptance into the nursing program, making it a very momentous square on the calendar indeed. something had to be done to mark the occasion! it was a celebratory emergency!!!!!!!

so Linell and Katelyn swiftly planned an evening at Steamer's, the jazz club in Fullerton that everybody and their mom seems to like. they both invited me to go along, and i rearranged my schedule to comply. i'd never been to Steamer's, and neither had Linell. Katelyn the veteran assured us that good times would be had by all. but it turned out that she accidentally lied...

*cue twilight zone theme/swirly flashback visual effects*

we met up a little after 9:30. Linell and i parked in the back and tried not to get mugged and/or cat-called, while Katelyn parked about a mile away, apparently so that she could walk down a busy street in a skirt and heels at night. so far, so good.

when we finally walked into Steamer's, we were unceremoniously seated at a table about a third of the way back from the stage. onstage was a guy who appeared to be about thirty-four (judging from his hairline) singing really bad emo acoustic songs with ironic and "humorous" (i.e. lame... sauce) lyrics. (one song was about asking some girl to be his "first wife," discussing the details of future alimony and who gets to keep the kids.) the screen behind him said that "intermission" would be over in two minutes, whatever that meant. so we were glad when he was finally done ten minutes later...

we were busy ordering stuff from the really sketchy broke-down menus, including a three-dollar diet coke that turned out to be a soda can and a cup with ice in it, so we didn't pay much attention as the "real" talent got on stage. it was this girl dressed like a 1940s cabaret singer - a red dress, satin gloves, and this outrageous wig of shiny red curls. at least, we thought it was a wig. we weren't actually sure at the time.

but in retrospect it probably was, on account of what went down.

after about five minutes of the music playing, we noticed that this singer girl... wasn't, like, singing. all she was doing was sort of swaying and moving her arms seductively to the cheesy horn-and-drum music, and kind of winking and leering at the audience like a bad Vegas lounge singer. okay, weird. we made fun of her and discussed her hair/wig, never suspecting what would follow.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN...

actually, what immediately followed was that she in fact peeled her long gloves off and sort of tossed them away with reckless abandon, if you know what i mean.

you would think we might have had a clue by this point, but no... no, no, NO, because Biola girls, and BASE girls in particular, and LovingRoom girls especially, are not the stripper sort of people. at least not in public. but this was a different sort of loving-room...

*cue twilight zone theme again*

we finally SORT OF got a clue when ms. cabaret took off her top, exposing a more revealing top underneath. mostly this just made us confused. after this point you don't really need a lot of graphic detail (this isn't some dirty romance novel) but basically she proceeded to take off her other clothes, leaving her in only some extremely non-Biola-contract-approved undies.

at which time we all got pretty uncomfortable... we also noticed that everybody in the place had stopped talking and were kind of waiting with bated breath - some uncomfortably and some probably hopefully - like, "is she really gonna do it?!" prettttttty disgusting.

i think it was at this point that we finally thought maybe, just maybe, we should get out of there. i leaned over to katelyn and said "if she takes anything else off, i'm leaving."

but i'm pretty sure that none of us REALLY thought that she was going to actually, you know. do the deed, so to speak. i mean this is STEAMER'S. in FULLERTON. there were BIOLA STUDENTS at the table next to us, for crying out loud. come on. no way.

YES WAY! YES WAY!

basically, as soon as the Red Harlot undid her bra, the three of us each uttered some version of "aw HELLS no" (maybe not in so many words) and stood up to leave. hopefully, in our noisy departure we broke some of the magical spell of silence/demonic oppression (who knows?) as we walked out. IT WAS HORRIBLE! HORRIBLE!

and that's the stripper story.

EPILOGUE:

some waitresses who were standing outside informed us (as the terribly aromatic smoke of their cigs wafted through the cold night air) that "it wasn't usually like that," and they didn't know she was going to do that, and they had walked out too, etc. i felt kind of bad for them... not as bad as i felt for us, but still. it would be helpful for SOMEONE to know next time the Stripping Bandit comes to town, you know?

and the three of us remained in shock for the rest of the night. Denny's helped. but our rehabilitation remains incomplete. i for one may never recover. at least we got a good story out of it.

poor Stripping Bandit. i wish she had had more self-worth. and more... clothes.

so needless to say, we're going to Steamer's again next Thursday. anyone in?

just kidding, we're not going back there anymore. no wonder Biola students stay in their rooms watching Disney movies all weekend. beware the seduction of smoke-filled rooms (well, it would have been if it weren't illegal in the state of California), cheap diet coke and bad wigs.

it's a dangerous world, girls. a dangerous world.

DUDE.

2008-03-26T22:30:00.001-07:00

come on...someone...anyone...post something interesting/funny.

Katelyn,
do you want to tell the stripper story? or should i?

or should Carissa?
she tends to be more articulate than i am....

Excerpts from the Quote Book...(a.k.a Linell NOT studying when she should be)

2007-11-14T10:43:00.000-08:00

(sometimes Kendra and I play a game in which we only speak in alliteration, that day, we chose to try to start each word with the letter "w." That didn't necessarily mean we were actually trying to communicate anything...)

Kendra: Well...we...willl...wallowing...
Kindra: You guys are silly...
Linell: We will...wash you!

moments later...

Linell: we want...woh...toaster!
Kendra: we want warm wheat! (raises the roof)

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(jennie walks into the lovingroom in her EMT uniform)

Bethany: ow! ow! I love a woman in uniform!
Jennie: Don't make me restrain you.

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Jennie: I'm a part-terrorist (referring to her part-persian self)
Elise: Wait...what do you want to partially terrorize??

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Kendra: Guys, I really, really have to do laundry tonight. And i'm probably NOT going to. Do you know what that means for tomorrow??
Katelyn: You're going to be smelly...or naked?

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"Do you flick your tooth at me, sir?!"
- Kendra, trying to quote Shakespeare's "do you bite your thumb at me, sir?!"

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(insert Linell hopping like a penguin)

Elise: What are you doing?! (doubles over laughing)
Linell: Sometimes my brain tells me to do things. And I say, '"Hey, why not?"

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(in the salad line in the Caf)

Kendra: There are no candied beets here!
Erin: I know! That's baloney and we're not even in the sandwich line!

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"Ok guys, I just wanna say that I have...3 bananas in my kangaroo pocket..."
-Alicia Preslik

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Elise: I need a car from 9:30-2:30
Carissa: like in the afternoon...?
Linell: No Carissa, in the morning....
Carissa: You know what, Linell? something needs to go down.

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Linell: oh man, these quotes are funny...
Carissa: how many do i have? I hope I have more than Jennie. I'm funnier than Jennie.

moments later...

Jennie: (to Carissa) I feel animosity between us
Carissa: I'm sorry! I love you.
Jennie: I feel like my ovaries hurt when you look at me.

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Katelyn: did you post some quotes up?
Linell: yup...but on facebook.
Katelyn: ...oh.
Linell: did you think I put them up on BUBBS?
Katelyn: yeah.
Carissa: no, no, nothing so Pedestrian....

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Elise: it's funny how we know what raptors sound like, they're fossils!
Katelyn: yeah it's like...wondering what...rocks...sound like...

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(Carissa, Jennie, Elise and Linell are discussing suing a certain man for emotional trauma):

Katelyn: It would solve some problems...like what I'm going to do for the rest of m life.
Carissa: No, it won't. Remember what Biggie said: "Mo' money, mo' problems."

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Linell: You know, Jesus could've given us super powers. But He didn't. Not that I'm bitter...or anything...

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Linell: we shot animals today in archery.
Kendra: that's inhumane.
Linell: They had weapons! The wolf had a sword. And we shot a peasant.
Kendra: You shot a person?!?
L: Peasant. PEASANT. Like a bird...
K. You mean PHeasant.
L: oh....... and the caribou had a bomb!

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Kendra: I'm a hard sleeper.
Bethany: really?
Kendra: No! i'm a light sleeper. I wake up at the drop of a pin.
Linell: The we'll just drop a bunch of pins...
Kendra: Good. Then I'll wake up and kick you in the teeth.

a little later...

Kendra: Ok it's official. I'm going to bed now. (Looks at Linell). If I wake up in the morning and I'm pinned to my bed, there will be consequences.

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Carissa: honestly, if babies were people-sized, the would take over the world with their large heads and amazing upper body strength.

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Erin: Denison Witmer says that we should get high on the Holy Spirit! He said that we should take a bong hit of Jesus.
Jennie: That's rather pentecostal of him...

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"Ok...do you know how many of my meals go to the meal-monster in the sky?
...that's where my meals go when they die."
-Kendra, on not using her meal plan.

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Linell: (referring to Jennie) The fountain of trivial knowledge shall now speak.

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Jennie: whatcha doing with my phone, Kendra?
Kendra: ohhh nothing...just stroking it...caressing it...whispering sweet nothings into its earpiece...

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(talking about chapels/graduation)

Kendra: I don't want to leave! They're gonna make me leave!
Jennie: Get a minor! (looks at Katelyn) Not that kind of Minor....

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Katelyn: Hey Carissa, are we gonna have a dishwasher in our home?
Carissa: Yeah, her name is Katelyn...

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"They should really just call RADs-- 'NADS.' That's really the only thing you have to know, and you'll ace the class."
-Katy Willis

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Bethany: (as katy walks in, in demonic voice): Hey, Sexy...
Katy: (responds in demonic voice): Hello, beautiful.
Katelyn: You know, it's all fun and games until someone gets demon-possessed.

questions, questions

2007-10-12T12:17:00.000-07:00

1. does anybody read this?

2. is anybody going with katelyn and me this week (thursday - sunday) to see kendrita?

3. how is everybody doing? i really feel the need to ask that to you girls. as they say, life is a team sport.

-inquiring minds want to know.

making the lovingroom portable

2007-09-16T21:58:00.000-07:00

hey y'all (oh wow, did i just say y'all? yes).

so like, who's up for another roadtrip?

or, dareisay, TWO potential roadtrips. for i have two proposals for thee:

1. san diego: sand. sun. sea scrolls. dead sea scrolls, that is. does anybody want to see them? i have to for class, but i kinda want to anyway. tickets are... not very expensive (i know they're $20 or less). and san diego is fun fun fun! we just have to plan ahead of time. uh yeah if anybody's interested, the ten commandments will be there after october! oooooooohh.

2. MORE IMPORTANTLY, northern california: i would just LOVE to take a nor cal trip sometime, especially to see our little kendrita, whom we have so long been without. i was kinda thinking maybe the weekend of torrey (like friday - sunday)? or........ something else. maybe even interterm.

what thinketh thou, fair maidens?

aight, i'm out like a porch light in the ghetto.

A Story of Epically Awkward proportions...

2007-09-13T18:29:00.000-07:00

Ok, I have a story...
and it goes like this:

There was once a brown maiden named Linell who sat upon the chair in the RA office. Lo and behold, and before her very eyes, in the Horton Lobby, were a man and a woman, laying quite near each other, actually, they were in what is commonly known as the "sandwich" position...leaving no room for the Holy Spirit at all. (Carissa, I know this is one whole run-on sentence, I'm sorry, this must be causing you so much pain).

Anyway, on with the story, in THIRD person.

Well Linell, stood up, righteously indignant, with what she saw before her. She thought to herself, "with the RA powers vested in me, I shall correct this blatant wrong." With that she left the comforts of the RA office and ventured into the unknown....

She slowly approached the "sandwich" and positioned herself so that she stood directly in front of them. However, as she stood there, she realized that all the glorious admonishments that she had rehearsed inside her mind, had flewn out of her brain, which left her debilitated and speechless. It was that exact moment that the "sandwich" suddenly separated and peered cautiously at the figure who had been staring at them blankly for the past 3 minutes. Linell, realizing that the man and woman were now staring expectantly at her, panicked and did the only she could do: run away and hide.

Which she did.

After a minute or so, Linell, who had run into the safe and homely comforts of the RA office, peeked to see if the couple were still there. They were, but not for long. After exchanging confused looks, they both got up and left.

Needless to say, Linell's goal was accomplished. She rid the lobby of the PDA-mongers, whilst sacrificing most of her dignity. What a servant. What a hero.

Soooo....

2007-08-14T21:31:00.000-07:00

Carissa came to visit. And y'all should too. That's right. Y'all. I'm NorCal now. Hella. Maybe during Torrey? That would be fantastic. I can't believe school is starting in a little over a week. Without me. It's so weird. It's still surreal. I don't want to grow up. I still want to have dance parties in the lobby. I still want to be jolted awake by the blaring fire alarm every time some special person burns their popcorn. Okay, maybe I don't really want that. But you should bring the rest of the goodness to me.

YO

2007-08-08T21:09:00.000-07:00

post more fools.

i guess i mean post more, comma, fools... but either way.

-car

hey look...

2007-07-24T00:17:00.000-07:00

More mushy gushy stuff about how BASE is great and blah blah blah...

2007-07-23T23:43:00.000-07:00

Ok, Kendra... I had totally forgotten about smunk, but now that you've reminded me, I'm going to deliberately find ways to incorporate that amazing word (and it's context) into my everyday vocabulary. Starting now...

hey girls, I feel all smunky. You know why? Well, today, I received the list of the people who are going to live on BASE this year. Don't get me wrong, I am very, very excited, but my excitement was suddenly replaced with anxiety, fear, nostalgia and finally, hunger. So then I ate a fried banana with some honey (smelled smunky good) that my mom conjured up, as if sensing that her offspring was in need of sustenance.

anyways, where was i? oh yeah... the realization that I am going to be the RA...not Erin. And I realized how weird that is. I'm sure that the new girls of BASE will be great, but really, the comraderie (Carissa help, I can't spell) that we had last year is irreplaceable. I know deep down that I cannot recreate something that came so naturally.

Ultimately all this anxiety is pointing in one direction: up. Once again I'm reminded that I certainly cannot depend on myself, but I have to depend and fully rely on God, otherwise, I am going to lose it. I am so nervous and sad and happy and excited. If it wasn't for the LORD and for prayer, I would be torn apart by all these emotions that I'm feeling. My mind is reeling from the profusion of emotional stimuli.

Anyway, a BASE reunion is due...and soon.

Also, can someone get somebody to post our beloved quotebook?

toodles,
Linell

oh yay, more posting!

2007-07-23T11:48:00.000-07:00

'so anyway'... the other day i wanted to share this article with somebody and i thought of our floor folder. i may as well do it here. so there was this article in the LA Times on saturday, written by the former religion reporter. it's pretty sad - sad for him, because he missed the point; and sad for christians everywhere, because so many who claim to be christians aren't very much like Christ at all. and now this guy is pretty lost. so yeah, you should read it. it's interesting.

hey, are any of you going to elise's soiree on august 4? i'd like to go, but i don't think i'll have a car, so... does anybody want to carpool?

the other day i caught myself pushing up my glasses when i wasn't wearing any again. :[ and then the next day my glasses broke. :[ :[ :[ i thought i'd share.

mmmmmkaybye.

Alright.

2007-07-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

I just realized I've been missing out on a lot of Bubbs goodness. Oh man. Sad story. It really makes me laugh that Webby still reads the folder. I also just realized ( for about the hundredth time) how much I'm going to miss Base. We had such a great community. I'm so thankful for the way that the Lord put us together. I think it was amazing how much we all loved each other and encouraged each other. I don't want to be done with Biola. Nooo! I gotta get me a minor. Haha. Sorry I'm not the best being away friend. I have good intentions, but rarely do I follow through with them. So know that I'm thinking about and praying for you all and still love you from the bottom of my foot.

I like the LovingRoom name. Or maybe we should just call it the PrayerRoom.

Smunk.

hello.

2007-07-17T21:28:00.001-07:00

yessss. i'm in. hopefully we can get something substantial up on this thang.

okay, it's here.

2007-07-16T10:16:00.000-07:00

the BASE lovingroom is online, i guess. now...

where is the quote book? somebody has to start posting that thing up.

also, linell, if you still think "thelovingroom" is too weird of a subdomain, we can change it... but personally i enjoy the vagueness of it all.