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Name: Seth
Birthday: 11/13/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm interested in chocolate, bunnies, chocolate bunnies, bunnies eating chocolate, chocolate that resembles animals like bunnies, jelly on toast, chocolate jelly, chocolate toast, bunnies eating toast, bunnies putting chocolate jelly on toast...
Expertise: I'm an expert at bowstaff skills, computer hacking skills, numbchuck skills, feeding Tina skills, dancing skills, drawring skills, pinyata skills, dragging action figures behind a bus skills, and... whatever I FEEL like, GOSH!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  DoctorPeppor
Member Since:
3/29/2005
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| Okay, wow, it's been... well, I wouldn't say forever, but if you subtract the time between my last post and the beginning of time from this post to the beginning of time, you'll get the time it's been between posts. Or the easier thing to do would be to count the number of months, but whatever. If anyone still reads Xanga anymore, give me a shoutout by commenting. Okay, comment NOW. Okay, you can stop shouting out now, my ears are hurting. SHUT UP I said! Ok, thank you. So yeah, this is a pointless update, but filled with a lot more words than my last update, so whatever. | | |
| UPDATE Okay, that's all for this update... | | |
| So I was working in the TOY department again tonight when some guy comes up to me and asks about stools. That didn't bother me too much. But then a guy comes and asks about signs, like for-sale signs or something like that. I didn't pay too much attention, but I tried to point him in the general direction. (Side question: Would you go looking in the TOY department for signs? As opposed to, say, crafts or the department with notebook paper or printer paper, or something like that?) Anyways, back to the scenario. So I told him the places I thought it might be WHILE he's turning and walking away, and he actually says "Well, if you're not gonna help me, I'll find someone who can. Maybe a manager or something." I'm pretty much the most patient person I know. Okay, maybe not, but I'm pretty patient. If there was a person named Shent, I would pay him. That's about how patient I am. Did I let this get on my nerves? Heck no. I actually probably had the best night I could ask for. I just forced a smile and somehow it stayed there on it's own. What's this all mean? Customer advice #1: Don't ask a toy department employee about stools in the furniture department. | | |
| So today was my birthday. I'm happy. Not that my happiness is needed for it to be my birthday, but that was just a result. Anyways, I digress (I think).
As for the day, there were a lot of people to wish me a "happy birthday," including a lot of unusual ways to say "happy birthday" such as friendly insults or marking the window of my car with a shoe-polish frowny face. They know what I like.
Anyway, getting to the point once again, the most common response from people who wanted to do something for me or get me something was "what do you want?" Seriously. It wasn't "here's a new car that I know you really want" or "here's a million dollars I had lying around" or "I was saving this scab collection for a rainy day, but I figure your birthday is much more important. You can have it." My response was rather harsh, but didn't seem harsh when I made my point, being the sarcastic person I am. I made the point that when we're young, we have all our gifts wrapped. Why? Because of the surprise element. We like to be surprised with something that pleases us and makes us happy. Can you guess where I'm going with this?
I used this time to reflect on my own life. "What kind of gifts do I give God?" I asked myself this and realized, I'm the people that I rebuked for asking me what I want rather than surprising me. I'm those people to God. Instead of straight up going out and doing, I sit here and ask "so God, what do you want?" I know God. I have a personal relationship with Him. And I know what He wants. Will He straight up tell me in a vision? probly not. But there are clues in the Bible that point to things he likes, just like there's clues in my life that point out what I like (hint hint, cars, cash, video games, scab collections).
Want to show God how much you want Him to be proud of you and say "well done good and faithful servant, your present was the best?" Do you want to get a divine pat on the back that, for some reason, sprouts wings and every time you try to say something it sounds like the hallelujah chorus (in 4 octaves)?
I don't know about ya'll, but I don't want to be asked what I want. I want people to find it on their own, then do it/get it for me. Of course, you can also always please me with a big fat chocolate cake with a hundred trickster-relighting candles in it. Those are always good too. | | |
| Remember limbo? Allow me to refresh your memory if you don't. There is a horizontal bar and you. You try to lean backwards in awkward positions to try to make it under the bar (either without touching it, or without making it fall, I've seen both rules). Today while at Wal-Mart, my mind was wandering. The question from the game "limbo" entered my head while I was on my knees. "How low can you go?" At Wal-Mart, I've seen so much, from the proudest of people, to the most humble of people. I've seen people decide they don't want items anymore and just stick them on just any shelf, knowing it was my job to get it. I've been in front of a spill of sugar and seen people walk on it and actually start grinding it under their feet (they didn't know I was there because wal-mart workers are invisible until you need them). And then I've seen people who would thank me graciously for showing them where the pimento's are, or people who would say "How 'bout them Razorbacks?" Then I examined my life. "How low can ya go?" How low HAVE I gone vs. how low I CAN go. Sometimes, I gotta get on my knees to see what's on the bottom shelves. Sometimes, I dig into my own pockets to help out someone that might not have even needed it. I've done a few heroic deeds that I feel I'd be praising myself if I mentioned them. But reguardless of all of them, I look at the distance God Himself went. Philippians 3:5-8
"Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. And being found in the appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross." I read that verse then compare...
My distance: from the ground (Adam being made from dirt), to the grave
His distance: from heaven, to the cross, to the grave, and back If the entire known universe is His distance, mine is tinier than the bottom left pixel of your computer screen. And I thought all this time, I was bending over backwards to help someone out, when in reality... well... you've heard a million of this type of speech. Anyway, this is just a reminder/topic of discussion for everyone to bend over backwards. "How low can ya go?" | | |
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