December 3, 2004 @ 3:24 pm by sean
These games are adorable. That’s really the best way to describe them. Well, they’re fun too. They make me happy.
Art auction today in the gallery. Go bid on stuff. It’s all cheap. Most of it is good. Bidding ends at 8:30. Just don’t outbid me.
[The auction is over. I got three of the five I bid on. I think I made Colleen feel bad because she outbid me on something she didn’t realize was me. I feel bad. She even didn’t bid on something else because she saw I had bid for it. Someone outbid me on that in last few seconds, I was really bummed. I still got two of Jason’s things and one of Ben’s. Then Jason gave me three of the photographs that didn’t sell. One of ‘Liars Acadamy’ and two of I think Robert Nanna of ‘Braid’ and ‘Hey Mercedes.’ I also bought some small black eyed susan painting my mom will like. It didn’t sell so I got it for only 5. I was bummed I didn’t get either of the things Professor Carl did, but the people bid more than I could so more money went to the gallery, and that’s the point.]
Ian and I were talking about the guy who talked in chapel today and how we really liked that he read a story. Ian made the point that sermons seem to be mostly personal testamonials when stories can have great influence. Kevin also made the point that the speaker refers to his audience as ‘you’ instead of ‘we’. Then we started talking about how poetry was ‘christian’ in past centuries because God was so prevalent in their lives that is just what they wrote about, but it wasn’t required and they didn’t always. That is somewhat contradictory to ‘christian music’ and ‘christian literature’ these days that is written as ‘christian’ and has certain restrictions placed on it to make it ‘christian.’
I saw Angie last night. That was fun. I looked at a bunch of Australians. And not Australians.
While she was working, Jessi and I talked a lot about make-up. If you are a girl, stop wearing make up. God made you beautiful whether I think you are or anyone else does or not. And guys, give up this ideal image of a women that they try to live up to.
Maybe I should just stop attempting to talk to her. There are more questions and possibilities than before, but I have the same amount of answers. It bothers me knowing this is all still more than I deserve. I had another dream with her in it last night. I don’t remember what it was about, but I remember waking up thinking I should keep hoping. Last night I was able to get a print of her face from the photo that didn’t have the face with the exposure number on it. I looked at it and thought about it for a while. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t cursed with this awful thing called a memory. I thought about all the fun I had with her. I thought about how she graduated high school a few months ago, probably excited to go to college. She was going to go to another college but decided to come here instead and seemed to be happy with that decision. She started out the new school year meeting people getting involved in things. She was probably enjoying life. She got more involved, met more people and eventuall had a crush on a boy. She probably thought he was a nice boy. Little did she know he would end up hurting her disrespecting her and only think about himself. Other things happened in her life, some good, some bad, but maybe the bad things wouldn’t have been so bad if this boy was never in her life. Maybe her life would be far far better if this boy was never in her life. Maybe her life would be far far better if she never saw him again, or if he never tried to talk to her again.