Spring Cleaning...For Thoughts

This blog was actually started after a trip to MugWalls here in beautiful College Station, TX. Which happens to be my present location.
As soon as I walked in here and sat down I started thinking "I should make a blog..."
I then remembered that I actually already had a blog.

Moving onwardly,

For the sake of pretending that I have been maintaing this blog here are some postings for which I had ideas but never took the time to elaborate on:

• The cross neckless has been replaced by Chaco's sandals. An appropriate replacement seeing as all signs seem to point to Jesus rocking similar strappy sandals in his day. Following this trend we seem to be working backwards through His life starting with His time on the cross and moving to His time spent walking around. My advice for staying ahead of the curve: invest in a carpentry belt.

These catching on is a matter of "when" not "if"...

• Finding a penny on the sidewalk is a lot like discovering a band before they hit it big: you feel really cool until you realize how little it's worth, and that none of your friends actually care.

• Calling someone who attends a "leadership conference" a "leader" is a lot like calling someone who attends a sporting event an "athlete." I'm not saying they aren't...I've just seen it both ways.

He's got spirit, I'll give him that...

• Illegal narcotics are a lot like the Twilight books, I would be equally opposed to an officer searching my car if I knew my trunk was full of them.

• A woman covered in tattoos is considered "artsy" until she is at a black-tie affair in an art gallery, then she ironically becomes considered "trashy." Which actually becomes more ironic if the gallery being shown is one of sculptures made from recycled garbage, and the tattooed woman is the artist. In which cases you would have someone "artsy" taking something "trashy" turning it "artsy" only to make themselves "trashy" in the process. Seriously, it gets complicated quick.

So seeing as it's been five months since my last post, those are five thoughts I've had in that time frame. Is this a promise to be more faithful in my updates? Not in the least. That will really depend on how often I am able to make it to MugWalls.

Can I have yo last name? Can I? Can I have it?

"Hey, I'm Sam."

That is the proper college introduction. Seriously, I shook a guy's hand the other day and he hit me with both his first AND last name. It was legitimately weird. I actually did not know how to respond.

But WHY?

1) People have a hard enough time remembering first names when they meet people, none the less last.

For real though, if I was awarded a dollar for every time I've screwed up a name since I've been here, I could have my college paid for like a kid who didn't just draw pictures with the PSAT bubbles.

Unless your name is something sweet and unique like "Afton" or "Margot," chances are I'm not going to know it 30 seconds after the first time I hear it. From what I've been told, I'm not alone in that boat.

2) It's too many words. Everything these days needs to be streamlined. 

Don't believe me? I bet you you have received at least one One-Word-Text in the last 24 hours. Better yet, what about one letter texts? (You know who you are "K" senders...) It's getting ridiculous. So when I meet a person, I don't want to flood them with information about me, just the same way I'm praying they return the favor.

3) Last names are too personal. A lot of people, whether they even know it or not, are playing their last name close to the chest. But really, what could a person do with a last name? Well not very much other than look you up on...oh snap...FACEBOOK.

Love it or hate it, one thing's for sure:

Thanks to facebook, the last name is the new cell phone number.

Think about it... With facebook, you don't actually need someone's number to get a hold of them, all you need is their name. Once you have that (depending on privacy settings) you have a whole world of contact methods at your disposal. Assuming the friend request goes through...

Birthday (gotta check that age gap), Classification (are they a freshman too?), Mutual Friends (who's going to be my "in" with this person?), photos (how hard do they really party?),  and most creepy of all... Relationship Status (DO I HAVE A CHANCE?).

Try getting any of that with a cell phone number.

Well, I guess that could work...

Now don't read this as a cry out against facebook. I'm not crazy, I'm just pointing some things out here. Don't forget, unlike a cell phone, a person can tell if you got their message. You can sit on a text all day and just pretend that you hadn't checked your phone if you get confronted about it. Not with facebook. If someone sends you a message, you had better respond before you even think about updating your profile picture or status. Because the person who sent it will know, oh they'll know.

Okay you can calm the crying babies down now. I didn't mean to get all dark with this idea, but seriously...we were all thinking it.

So the next time you meet someone and they ask:

What's your last name?

Don't panic, you can always reply by saying:

How about I just give you my cell phone number instead? 

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Seriously, this default facebook guy is creepy.

That's So Blog. A Tribute To 'Reebs.'

Have you ever wondered why boys will grow facial hair?
It's not comfortable. In all honesty, it feels weird. There are several ways to approach an understanding of this phenomenon, but I find it easiest to try and relate it to a female counterpart.
Cleavage.
Wondering where I'm going with this? Me too, but hang in there because I feel like I can save this.
As someone who has spent six years as a Christian teenage male, I had often wondered why my "sisters" in Christ would wear revealing clothing if it made it more difficult for me to fight the constant battle with lust. Eventually my curiosity and bluntness met and yielded me an answer:

(For christian girls) IT'S NOT ABOUT THE BOYS.

Dang, I had never considered this option. What if the girls were only dressing that way to impress other girls? That blew my mind...and now we tie this back to my original thought: Facial hair is the male cleavage.

Hear me out:
The only reason to grow a beard is to show that you can.
(This actually goes for girls too but that's a different post...)
The only reason a Christian girl should wear an EXCESSIVELY low cut top would be to show other girls that they can.
(Am I being a touch legalistic? Sorry, it works with my argument...)

Wow, I've never thought this through this far until now. Should I shave? Am I a slut? Have I only grown this facial hair out this far to show other guys that I have a manly amount of testosterone coursing through my veins? Is No-Shave-November just an excuse for guys to showcase their competitive nature in the most shallow way men can?

Heavy Stuff...

I definitely started off driving that argument somewhere at like 90 miles an hour, but I never had a destination for it.

This is really just a collection of thoughts, but then again, isn't that blogging?