It was wonderful

The Circus. It was wonderful.

My test? We won't speak of it.

My pictures don't begin to do it justice. They are blurry. The circus was clear as crystal. They are dark. The circus was as bright as heaven.

I

love

the circus

I wore, what I now call, my circus pants. They're the color block shorts from Ralph Lauren Rugby. They're probably my favorite pair of shorts, but I can't wear them too often because....well...look at them.

There were tight rope walkers with cumber-buns, jump roping poodles, a crew of acrobats costumed in miniature sequined vests, an upside down-walking man dressed in skin tight fire (a one-sie with flames), sisters who hung from their hair, and a ring master who I'm quite convinced was on some sort of stimulative drug...just to name a few acts.

After my visit to the circus, I better understand who is keeping Ed Hardy in business.

Go to the circus. See the movie "Water for Elephants".....and for the love of all that is good, somebody PLEASE buy me an elephant and a new camera!


Nothin but love,
Bethany

Anything but this

I'd like to be doing anything than what I'm doing. 
Math final is tomorrow
And after my final I'm going to the circus.
I'm not kidding, I'm going to the CIRCUSSSSSSSSSSS!


The Ringling Brothers are making their way to good ol' College Station, and I am celebrating my graduation from Math 141 with the clowns


Before 3:00 pm tomorrow...

After 5:00 pm tomorrow...

Eeeeekerssss!!! I can hardly wait! I'm sorry if you think my illustration of animated me choking my animated math teacher is a little much. I'm not excusing it or taking it back by any means, I'm just apologizing. Though I'm hardly sorry. ((I wouldn't put that on here if I was serious))- after all, on our "get to know you" cards at the beginning of the semester she asked for an interesting fact, so naturally I put that I have a blog and I gave her the URL. So obviously she reads my blog religiously. (That has not been confirmed, but I can only assume). 

Anyway, Ms. Bollinger, if you're reading this- know that apart from all the numbers, I enjoyed your class. And also know that I would never choke you. 

{Side note- Sorry for the font change-up. I realized that at some point long ago I was using this font, and then I guess I forgot to change it from "Times", and after a while I just forgot it all together. But I think it has more character so I'm back to it...at least until I remember the reason I nixed it if there was a reason.}

Pray for my pencil tomorrow. Pray that it would write the numbers and formulas the test wants. Or if you're not into praying for pencils, please pray that the smartest kid in the class would accidently write my name on his/her scantron. 

Thank you

Nothin but love,

Bethany

Today in my day dreams

An excerpt from my Jesus diary. Inspired by this oh-so-beautiful day ((making studying for math 10 times harder than normal)).

{By the way, I did some research. Ironically enough, scholars maintain that the term "mathematics"is an ancient translation meaning "that of satan" in a dead language from about 500 B.C.}

(Clearing my throat as if to say, "aaaaanywayyy") ...An excerpt from my Jesus diary:

"Jesus, words cannot hold you. With their arms stretched wide they cannot touch you. I could string letters together for an eternity without beginning to communicate your splendor. But still, I forget. I untie the string and let my lettered-words crash to the floor. In the morning I wake up and I actually believe that I can handle my day. I falsely believe it is my day with which to handle. When, again I start to just get by; to merely survive, I pick up my worthless letters again and I string them. I string and string. As I string, surviving changes. I remember what it is to live fulfilled. As I string the letters that cannot hold you, I remember what it feels like to live. Today, I could string all day." 

*sigh*....what I would give to string letters in that. 

stillness.restoration.[you.sort.my.thoughts.]renewal.calmness.good.[you.change.my.perspective.]you.are.you.are.

Nothin but love,

Bethany

Can you believe that God loves Osama?

It's hard for me to believe. I don't know much about him besides that Osama Bin Laden headed up an agency of evil for quite some time. I know that he has been in hiding for the past 10 years since the tragedy of September 11th, and that to ensure his safety, men actually got plastic surgery to look like him so that if someone was to capture and kill Osama, the chances of it actually being him were slim to none. ((Travis told me that))

Last night after hearing the chilling news, I was folding laundry in my room and asking myself this question: "If I some how found myself where he was near his death, would I have the courage to tell Osama about my Jesus who's grace is bigger than Osama's evil?" And then after considering that, I thought about the bizarreness of the fact that if indeed Osama had taken that opportunity to accept grace, that despite EVERYTHING- all the people he killed, families he broke, torture he took pleasure in- even Osama Bin Laden would have been walking the streets of heaven with me when my time comes. *CRAZY*...but that's just how insane the truth is.

(Deep transitional breath) There are a few things that I wanted to share since my last post. Whether or not I get to all of them, first on the list is Easter! Happy (late) Easter, dear readers! I hope everyone had some good time to relax and perhaps got to spend time with people you love. I hope you were able to (have fun with, but) get past the egg hunts, and egg shaped peanut butter m&m's that I so adore and remember the reason for the season.

This is where I got to spend my Easter weekend for the second year in a row! Our good friends, the Goolsby's, have a ranch in Blanco, Texas (Just outside of Austin where they live). The ranch, as you can see, is definitely not lacking in scenery. My family, along with our other family friends, the Miller's, and Robin, Ashley's (Mrs. Goolsby) sister spent Friday and Saturday night out here. I don't have many pictures from this year, (and now facebook doesn't allow you to drag pictures in other people's albums from facebook to iPhoto so I can't show you the ones Ashley took either) Booo!!

Apparentlyyyyy it was all my idea to go back to the ranch for Easter for the second year in a row. ((When I say "apparently" I mean that it definitely was, and that I shamelessly invited all of us to a ranch that does not belong to me)) haha that's ok right? Right or wrong, I always enjoy the time I get to spend with friends like these. Though their blood does not run through me to make it official, I consider these people to be family. We love them all very much and just don't see enough of them! So sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do...and sometimes that means that you invite yourself places.

In an effort to not make this entry turn into a novel, I'll cut it off there. Get ready for a lot more consistency! After this week I am through with school for the year!! I'll have lots of adventures to be bloggy about this summer and no stupid math homework to keep me from doing it :)

Nothin but love,
Bethany

True Life: my room is messy

I'm a messy person. If you've been around long enough you know this about me.
There is a difference between messy and this must be a joke.
For the last two weeks or so, my room has slowly but surely been making its transformation from messy to this must be a joke. I have, more than once, asked people to please close their eyes when they open my door. I compare the feeling of having someone look at my room the way it has been to someone staring at me naked. Complete shame and vulnerability. In an effort to unclutter my life today, I began with my room. And for you, I took some before and after shots.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am mostly always messy. No, my room in no way shape or form always looks like this.

(Cringe)...Before...

After...

Now, this was something I really debated about putting up. I have a lot of people reading this blog who would NEVER let their room get to this point of no return, and who are probably looking at these pictures wanting to de-friend me or ground me. It's embarrassing. But mark my word, I would have never posted the pictures if it was a deal like, "Here's my room right now, I'll clean it and post the pictures on my next blog entry!" No, no, no, because there is no promise in that getting accomplished.

So here it is- first step in a little bit of life renewal. After tackling my room, I spent some good, and much needed time with the king of organization. I asked him to do some file work in my soul that I can't fix with a vacuum cleaner and clorox bleach wipes. It's crazy to think that my sophomore year at Texas A&M is almost complete.

Funny how a day of cleaning your room and doing laundry makes you think of things so much bigger than that. Cheers to that

Nothin but love,
Bethany

ch-ch-check it out

A&M did a little podcast segment on the dance department! I'm only in it here and there, but I thought my dearest readers might enjoy a little peek into my life in the studio :)

Watch it HERE!

Real post to come soon!

Nothin but love,
Bethany

Dear, my life recently

Dear my life recently,

Your predicaments are not eternal.
Your stress is not helpful.
In ten years from life recently, the Saturday night you spent writing a paper will have been well forgotten.
The math class whose content and deadlines won't leave your mind alone when you lay your head on the pillow will be of no use- you will be dancing.
Numbers will be allowed to return to the mush they came from, and you will go back to falling asleep to the dancers in your head whose job it is to wake you up with new ideas.
Oh joy joy joy! You will wake up with new ideas!
Life recently, your room is messy.
Your room is so, so messy.
Won't you stop letting it bother you?
In ten years from now your room will still be messy.
Dear life eternal, your room will ALWAYS be messy until you clean it.
Oh life in the near future, won't you clean your room? Won't you clean your messy, messy room?
Won't you also never ever ever ever forget this secret?...
.... your predicaments are not eternal.
Your predicaments are not eternal!
Your predicaments are NOT ETERNAL!
So won't you live for what is eternal?
Won't you please live for what is eternal?


Because your eternity wants the best for you
Sincerely,
My life presently


ps- how about a massage?