Goin' Public

But it's not really a big deal. Sometime earlier this month, I had this idea to free write every end of the day for about twenty or so minutes. The first one, I really tried to tpe constantly and quickly so as to minimize thought filgering and to keep from using the backspace button (hence the tpe and the filgering - filgering is now a word, what should it mean?). Today was a wedding....
bum bum bum... another one bites the dust!
Chris "Goffie" Van Beek and Sarah Vanden Berg... I may have misspelled her maiden name. Yeah, her maiden name...
got married this evening, December 27, 2007.
If I had the bawls and will to take advantage of open mic, I would have said...

"Okay, in the spirit of the debate and name-calling that is MARRIAGE, I think someone needs to stand up to the good sides of Chris... and I think our brothers here would echo what I am about to say. For one, we think Goffie is beautiful. You're beautiful, pal. Look at him, will you? Look at him squirm! Secondly... all that foundation-threatening you blamed on him, we love that. We go apeshit over it. We dig it. And, by the way, have you seen his trunks? We call his quads trunks. Have you? This one time - this ONE TIME - during our junior year, he took me under his wing to lift weights after school. We focused on lower body mostly and doing squats. Afterwards, we went to the Huisman house to shower and eat and I don't remember how I got down the stairs but I remember screaming in agony in the shower. I couldn't feel my legs! It was horrifying! But it was the most proud horrification I've ever felt. Ever. I still haven't recovered and I look forward to another beat down. Anyway, what I'm really trying to get at is that we're pretty protective of our kind - you know, the exclusive brothers of Unity - and with Goffie, we've got a lot to lose. Our side has taken some hits already but I don't know anyone of us that could bring out, in Chris, what Sarah does. And she does it very well. So take care of him or you'll have thirteen angry boys at your door. Also, we hope you the best and happiest. Cheers - I love you guys."

Long and winded, eh? That's how I roll? Add in a few moments of unbridled laughter and that is pretty close to what would've happened. Luckily, I restrained myself. For the record, I have taken down Mr. tree trunk legs before. It's been a practice of ours to 'rassle spontaneously whenever we're around - this particular time happened midway through first semester of freshman year in the West Hall hallway, I charged him from his front and, I swear that he knew I was coming and he was ready, but he went down and when I realized that he was pinned... by me... I began to rejoice. I might have kissed him but if I did, it was definitely on the cheeks... and repeatedly. So yeah, I love him and I know she'll take care of him and he'll give his life for her.

It's amazing that they found each other when they did so early in life. Someone raised a glass and said that, by the world's standards, they are way early because they need to learn about themselves before marrying someone else BUT they already know who they are because they are Christians. Get it? They know they are children of God, so they don't need to learn about themselves.

Yeah, I didn't get it either.

No, I know. I disagree too.

Jen Arndt is back from Germany. It was good seeing her and hearing from her - I have to remember to pray for her. My gosh. I have to remember to pray for her.

I read a magazine article about some monks in some monastery and they were making cheese or wine or something exciting and they said that their occupation was to pray and the cheese/wine was so they could fund their occupation. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard... and I wanted to become a monk. Wouldn't my parents be pissed?

Maybe I should. We make decisions all the time - we should make them and stand by them.

I love you, reader. I hope your break is going well. Remember to pray for everyone.