the world is bright and beautiful

Wow, I suck at blogging. It has been a very long and tiring couple of weeks. Ricci and I were singing and playing guitar (respectively) at Jubilee’s Kid’s Camp, and while it was really a blast, we are still recovering from 3 days of camp. In other news, my laptop has caught a rather substantial amount of viruses, trojans, and spyware applications thanks to some bad Diablo 2 Key generators. Thankfully, I was able to install my favorite game of all time on Hoshi’s PC with no issues, but it looks like if I want to get on Battle.net (which is the only real reason to play D2) I will just have to suck it up and re-buy the game. But all is not lost…

I am now working for Apple Store AND Urban Outfitters!! This is going to be a blast, both places are a ton of fun to work at and I get a nice discount for myself on some pretty sweet stuff, if I do say so myself. Plus, I’m no longer going to be living in the poor house..always nice. And last but not least, due to popular (or personal) demand, I now have a link running to my Mother’s Daily Coffee Break Blog, courtesy of..well, my mom. Enjoy!

http://dailycoffeebreak.blogspot.com/

I don’t really know what Quasi means, I just wanted to sound smart. And omni really doesn’t apply here. At all. Nope. Anyways. *sound of typewriter sliding back across to begin new line* SHKRNK

I started a second blog to talk about the bible. I may not be able to update it all the time, but hopefully someone will like what I have to say and maybe even discuss? Question mark? Irregardless.

bargesbibleblog.blogspot.com

Ladies and gentleman, I just wanted to let you know that (personal attacks and longstanding grudges aside,) BestYard.com is still probably the best residential lawn care company in Colorado. Best cuts, best trims, best edges, not to mention the friendly people working at the office. If you need a cut, call BestYard.com.

These are a few things I’ve forgotten. Or, to be more accurate, remembered just tonight. Thanks to Ricci for helping me remember.

I’ve forgotten the thrill of losing myself in worship. In not caring how stupid or crazy I may appear. I miss the days when I would just resign myself to it, when I would worship God with every muscle in my body. I think it’s when I started getting better at guitar that my focus shifted to what I was playing instead of why I was playing. I can’t wait for kid’s camp. I’m gonna be me a crazy boy.

I’ve forgotten how wonderful a thing it is to talk with a girl on the phone for 2 hours. Does anyone else know what I mean? When you talk so long your phone feels like it’s on fire, you have to plug it in because the battery is dying, and your ears actually hurt a little bit from listening through a speaker so long? God, how could I forget such a marvelous thing? We talked about so much, and yet I know we could’ve talked for 2 hours about nothing in particular and I would still be beaming like this. How could I forget?

I’ve forgotten just how much I love the movie “It.” Yes, I know it would be easy to dismiss it as a cheesy, made-for-TV pile of crap. But it is such a good movie! Tim Curry as Pennywise the Dancing Clown? Breathtaking. But I’ve blogged enough about IT through the years, I’ll spare you.

I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy playing my acoustic tuned D-G-D-D-A-D. It started as the tuning David Crowder uses a ton, but I took it a step further, and I just love how nice the chords sound and how smoothly I can flow through them. Ahh.

I’ve forgotten how much I like writing and creating. I actually wrote a song this week! Like a whole song, with words and everything! I know! And tonight I spent some time with the ol’ loop sampler plugging through some notes and progressions that I just fell in love with, and truthfully felt like the notes and chords would be enough, I don’t even need words! I’ve never felt like that before, and I’m anxious to get that all on tape.

So those are some things I forgot, or remembered in a glass-half-full sort of way.

I’m starting to feel sick, and that makes me unhappy. I woke up at 12:30 today. That is ridiculous. My whole body feels fatigued, and while I know I’ve had a string of fairly late nights, nothing would merit this kind of energy loss. My throat is also getting that nasty, dry and scratchy feeling like it’s going to go at any minute. This sucks. But lets look at bright sides:

1-I got hired by the Apple store! Training starts Saturday. I am thrilled to be working again after a terrible hiatus, and having a discount on Apple products might just help me get my music career off the ground.

2-I’ll know on Monday if Urban Outfitters is going to hire me also. That would be freaking sweet, I love retail and it would be nice working around some BoBo’s like me.

3-I just got 3 more Bowie albums, so I think I’ve got my musical selection for the day pretty well laid out.

4-According to my mom, Sonic is giving out free rootbeer floats after 8 tonight, so Ricci and I will be meeting her to drive in for a change.

Well, I think that covers me. I need to rest my body.

I’m sick of being uncomfortable around people who are different than me. I had a horrible experience with this tonight and it was a very, very hard thing to try and work through. Why do I get so closed off around people? Why do I just want to be away from them? Why do they scare me? Why does the thought of them being around the people I love scare me so much and make my stomach tie up? I’m tired of feeling that way, so here is what I prayed on my drive home tonight:

-God, break my heart for people who don’t know you; convict me to hurt for them, not condemn them.
-God, grow my heart for people. I want to be gentle and loving towards people, especially people who aren’t saved. I want to put my own comfort last, and put loving people first.
-God, soften my heart to seek out and sense the good inside of people, not the bad being expressed on the outside. Show me that we are all your creations, and the people who don’t know you need to be shown back home.

I want to be light. I’m sick of fearing darkness.

I am jobless. After the checks I’ve written/will write today all clear, I have 132 dollars to my name. But my God, is life beautiful. I feel the pursuit of God, His desire for my heart ever increasing my desire for His. I’m reading books again. I feel inspired to write and create again. Every day I fall in love with Ricci for a completely new reason which makes the future so much more hopeful and exciting. Is this the hope and peace Paul told us all about? Nothing in my life is “right” if viewed through a modern American paradigm. But somehow, through my ever more child-like eyes, everything seems so, so beautiful.