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| 12:15am 02/03/2004 |
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mood: Gangsta-tight. music: All my roomates listened to rap music today.
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Dudes, what a crazy-good weekend. Did the BYX retreat thing, the sorority party thing, and The Passion thing. All were way tight. I knew going into it that it was going to make me cry like a little girl...I mean, sorority girls are mean, ya know? Haha, just kidding, I'm talking about The Passion of course. There's something naturally compelling about seeing visualizations of what we hear/read about all the time in the Bible and whatnot. Although throughout the film I knew that Jim Cavaziel was not really Jesus, I was nonetheless internally destroyed by the thought that our sins put my Best Friend on the cross. I was once again filled with this sense that all we do to serve Him will never 'be enough', but God's grace is sufficient. This is a HARD truth. It leaves us no choice but to say "Thank You, thank You, 1,000 times thank You!" I must say that at the end of the movie it was weird because very few people were getting out of their seats...which made me wonder if there was going to be a blooper reel or something.
V-ball was yesterday and may I say that our team was the epitome of perfection, flawless in its execution. The other team was just more perfect than us. We passed through the trials of ice-cold sand that barraged our feet with every chilling step. We fought the torrential downpour of a few raindrops with fervent and unrelenting valor. In any case, we're hall of fame in my book. After that, I soaked it up in the hot tub, sippin' on bub, rollin' on dubs, walkin' on stubs...you know how we do.
The Mac-Dad will make you say "Cheese." |
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