Musings from a Stairway

Though I'm not currently sitting in a stairway, this seems to be a good title for this blog post, because I spent a good 2 hours sitting in one earlier.
How, exactly, did I manage that?
I locked myself out of my friend's apartment.
Now, the really ironic thing is that I locked myself out of her apartment last time I visited her, too. This time, though, she was at work, and her roommate hasn't moved in yet. Her roommate also had his phone off, and he was at his parent's house.
So, while waiting for my rescuer, I had to do something. Granted, my contacts, glasses, keys, and magazines were all in the apartment.
Fortunately, I found a notebook and worked on a short story. I decided I hated the story. Happens.
But what really struck me is how often my imaginary world coincides with the real world.
In my short story, my stupid main character is a Golden Stag. She can shapeshift, and turn into another living creature whenever she wants. A locked door on the second floor wouldn't have been a problem for her. There's always a window or a crack. I have no suck luck, myself. I can't squeeze through cracks in walls, or turn into an ant or a fly or an anything.
Sarah should be happy, though. I sat down with my bobby pins and credit card and tried to break in. As I've done this before on my own lock, I'm pathetically quite experienced. I failed anyway.
I entertained myself by throwing a much-chewed ball against the wall and talking to Melody, writing out a cover letter... and wishing, that sometimes, the rules, laws of nature as it were, could change.

I'm watching "The Mask of Zorro," with Melody, and I must admit, I simply love this movie.
I have two favorite parts, and I can never determine which part is my favorite, because during the dance scene, that's my favorite part, and during the fight scene, that's my favorite part.
In both of these scenes, it fixes on Catherine Zeta Jones as Elaina and Antonio Banderas as Alejandro.

Since I just saw the dance scene, it's currently my favorite part, so I figure I should hurry up and comment on it.

I love the way that Alejandro subtly plays with the Captain, making little digs and being an all-around pain in the butt. However, though he keeps his tone fairly neutral, we all know that really he's thinking horrible things about him.

And then, there's the actual dance with Elaina. He suggests a faster-paced dance, and Elaina agrees, making a light joke.
I love Elaina's adopted father's reaction to the way they are dancing. Horror fills his whole visage, and I just love it. Melody asked, "Why did her father let her learn this dance in her schooling?"
Something tells me he didn't know she learned it. In any case, he was horrified, and Alejandro wisely lays the blame at her feet.
Her birth father's reaction, though, is completely different. You can see on his (Anthony Hopkins) face that the fact that his daughter is spirited thrills him. You can tell that he enjoyed watching her dance, because she enjoyed it.

I wonder why that is. Is it because she reminds him of her mother? Is it because he didn't raise her, so he doesn't feel the paternal instincts so strongly? Is it because he likes the idea of Alejandro and Elaina together?

Love Actually... focus on Collin

All right, I love this movie. I just adore it. One of the things I love about it is the amazing number of characters available to love.

Now, I decided to focus on Collin, who calls himself "Collin, God of Sex... I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all."

Poor guy, he just always chooses the wrong girl. He's awkward, and he just doesn't quite have what it takes to charm the British girls.

For instance, in the beginning of the movie, at Peter and Juliette's wedding reception, he is doing a fantastic job trying to convince people to eat it, "Taste explosion?"
But then, he crosses the path of the woman who made it. "Looks like a Dead Baby's Finger. Eww... tastes like one, too." Not exactly the best way to make a good impression, is it?

Collin is always hopeful. I love that about him. After buying his ticket to "a fantastic place called 'Wisconsin,'" He reminds his friend, "You know that any bar, anywhere in America, contains ten girls more beautiful, and more likely to have sex with me, than anywhere in the whole of the United Kingdom." Well, clearly, he's just in it for the possibility of sex, but the thing is, whether he really knows it or not: American girls go gaga over guys with British accents. We do. It's true.
(Happy sigh)

Of course, the way the girls are all over him in the bar isn't exactly true, either. It's simply how foreigners see American Girls: easy sluts. Or at the very least, easy.

Even so, I must admit that I'm glad for Collin's sake that he finally gets the girl. And I love that he brings back a girl for his friend. Even though his friend doubted him.

I wish I were more computer savvy, and that I could make cool links to things and what not. It would be fun to take an IT class, or a programming class to learn to do that, I think. It's one of those things that's generally pretty useful.

Frying My Brain

I finished "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" on Saturday before I left for work. That book is amazing. Truly amazing.

I think that, while reading it, Melody and I downed 3 or 4 pots of coffee. I was on a caffeine high all day. My whole body was jittery. Every time I started to be even a little bit tired, the caffeine just kinda ran all through my blood, and I wasn't tired anymore. Shaky, but not tired.

Yesterday, I was rather dehydrated. It was pretty bad.

To my great joy, I've managed to get Monica (one of my co-workers) to also fall in love with Vanilla Chai. I adore chai. The more people I can convince to try it, the happier I am.

Chai...

Good-byes

I'm terrible at Good-byes. They usually make me cry.

Sunday night was no exception. My Youth Pastor said good-bye to our church, having resigned his position.

I sat in the good-bye service, in my "I survived the 'Pastor Terry Years'" t-shirt, and wondered if I could join the ranks of people lining up along the wall to say nice things about him.

One of my best friends growing up, Josh, stood up and he said what dozens of others said about him later: Pastor Terry reached out to the weird ones, the outcasts, the kids who would fall through the cracks in any other youth group. The thing is, that doesn't mean he let the "normal" ones fall through, either. But then, who's normal?

The group of junior high leaders went up as one group, and they passed the mike around. Zach "Cuch" Cuchna, one of my little brother's good friends, took the mike, shook his head, and walked out. Immediately, six others pounced on him, drew him back, and forced the mike into his hands. "Thanks."

Though that doesn't mean much to anyone who will read this, Zach spent a lot of time at my house. The fact that he went up at all is something. We are talking about the most-shy person I have ever met in my life. The night before, playing Monkey Tag, I heard him speak more than I ever had before: and he said maybe 4 sentences in the two hours I was there. The fact that he went up at all says just how much of an impact Pastor Terry made in his life.

Jeff, a guy who graduated a year ahead of me (one of the two in that class - Josh was the other), took the mike and said to the crowd in general, while Zach cowered in the back, "You don't know what it took to get him up here. And then, to Pastor T, he said, 'It's because of you that I'm up here at all. You showed me that God doesn't choose just the normal people, the outgoing people, the people others would choose. You didn't let me slip through the cracks like I wanted. And when I left, hating people, especially Christians my age, you continued to challenge me, to care about me, to pray for me. It's only because of the way God used you in my life that I can work with Junior Highers now. I know who God is, and it's because of the years of prayer, Bible studies, time and love that you poured into me. Thank you for not doing what the world would have done and tossed me out."

But the thing that made me happiest was the number of Junior Highers who stepped forward and said, "I haven't know you a long time. I'm new to the youth group (or to the church), and you welcomed me by name." Or "I'd never been to this church before, but the first time I came in, I saw this strange man with glasses and a bald head who invited me in. And then, the next week, you welcomed me by name... you cared enough about me to remember me."

To me, Pastor Terry was a second father. And his wife is a second mother. I always know I can expect a welcome, just like the kids know that.

I didn't join the ranks of people who said nice things. I wrote cards. Every time I thought about making my way forward, I burst into tears. I read, once, that you can maybe remember one message, but you can remember three to five people who have influenced you. My youth pastor influenced the lives of dozens of people, dozens of kids, just as he was called to do.

As told to me and a small group of other students one day, during a Bible study:
"I knew I had the call one night after I had a dream. There were dozens of people, walking towards a cliff, with flames pouring out of it. I kept trying to get them to turn around. 'Stop! You're heading towards Hell!' I cried. They couldn't hear me. I tried blocking them. They walked around me. Finally I started grabbing them, and turning them in the other direction. Each person I grabbed was a child, or a teen: a junior high, high school, or college student. I turned them in the other direction, and I knew, even before waking, that God had called me to work with students. And that he would do the rest."

Buying a House

So, I'm going to be buying a house sometime in the near future. The very near future.

Unfortunately,

-Houses cost money
-The houses I like are expensive
-I've never bought a house before, so I don't know what to expect.

Yesterday, Melody went with me to to look at a few houses, and then my Realtor, Stacey, took me (us) back to look at a few houses I had already seen and liked.

I really like three of the houses. I want... really really really want... two of them

House One:

Syracuse
$105,000
3 bedrooms
2 bathrooms (one of which has a hot tub. Hurray)
ready to move into
beautiful carpet and tile flooring
lots of counter space
two car garage with plenty of storage
washer/dryer hookups, but no washer or dryer
no fridge, stove, dishwasher, etc
backyard
cute back brick patio
front porch
swingset (if only i had children)
AC

Goshen
$73,000
beautiful, old Victorian home
5 bedrooms
2 bathrooms
2 staircases
various nooks and crannies
the ceiling is falling out throughout the whole second floor
the bathrooms need to be fixed
several ceiling tiles are missing from one room in the first floor
one room would need to be redone (the wallpaper is horrendous)
the kitchen has basically no counter space, though some could be put in
washer/dryer hookups, no washer/dryer
no fridge, stove, dishwasher, etc
teeny tiny yard with two trees (one's a peach tree!)
full basement that I'd be afraid to go into
huge entryway
lots of closets
lots of storage space
needs new windows (several are missing altogether, the rest aren't... winter ready)
no AC
the outside would eventually need to be painted - touched up, at least

Words can't really describe why I'm having such a hard time deciding. I want in by mid-august. So that means the first one would be best, right? Yes, probably. Oh, but that house in Goshen...
you just don't understand.

Once Melody's pics are uploaded completely on the computer, they will be added in another post.

Other things I need to learn:

*how much do dishwashers, stoves, and refrigerators cost?
*how much are washers/dryers?
*is it really worth it?