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| The Woman I LoveHer name is Carrie. Would it be too much to declare my undying love and devotion to her? Fine.
So it is 1:18 AM, and I have been 21 for an hour and 18 min. now. Apparently being 21 is exhausting! I'm going to go to bed.
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| WOAH, I'm updating No, this is not some trick. After many months of anxiously waiting by your monitors, pining away in lonesome solitude, itching for just one juicy morsel of knowledge to be dropped from the proverbial table of my life... I have finally returned! It shall likely be a brief return. With no scheduled updates to follow. But I will briefly catch you up.
SOOOOOOoooo I'm in Nashville. Going to Belmont University. I'm getting a Bachelor of Science in Songwriting with a minor in Music Business. I have no idea how the future will pan out, and everything is foggy. But on the bright side, I have discovered the love of my life. That's no exaggeration, actually. Much of my updating is laden heavy with lies and deceit, but that is in fact true. Her name is Carrie Steffen and I love her to death, like that song by Family Force 5 you've never heard. She loves Jesus, Lord of the Rings, nature, reading, me, and she's PURE. It's incredible, I am SO blessed to have a chance to be with this girl. I, on the other hand, am a fool and I praise God she's willing to settle for less. I hope to hold her back from achieving her dreams the rest of her life... aahhh.... good times. I still say good times by the way. That much hasn't changed.
Spiritually, I have grown by leaps and bounds for which I also praise God. He has taught me much, and continues to teach me more every day. I read my Bible daily and pray frequently, and implore you to do the same.
Leaping from topic to topic, I spent the summer working as a senior councilor at Center Lake Bible Camp, my second summer counciling there. I had a blast, and got to know Carrie there as well, though I knew her before hand (She was a councilor there this summer too, due to my invitation and recomendtation to Don, the program director). I've already by asked to consider being Core staff next summer as the Worship Leader Guy Thing, and I would love to take that role. The questions remains if I actually can, however. Sketchy. Lots of classes to take this summer.
SO. I love Jesus. Always will. I commend my life into His hands and will follow Him wherever He leads. Things are going to get crazy, and life is just starting to pick up momentum. Pray that I never stray from the works he has for me to do.
God bless you all,
Craig Bradley
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| So when I lay down to take a nap when it's day and wake up when it's night I feel rather displaced.
After a certain amount of time I find my affection to my cat grows in direct correlation to my view that the fact I have so much affection for my cat is rather sad. But those views aren't furry, so in the end the cat wins.
Sometimes you gotta look yourself in the mirror and go: "Hey, at least I'm not pregnant!"
... unless you are. In which case...congratulations!
Of all my faculties I find my sense of smell to be one of my least prominent ones. This I am grateful for.
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.
But If I think one of the symptoms of being crazy might be starting essays for my Recording Tech class like this: and yes, I am actually going to turn this in.
Bill
Putnam, the “father of modern recording” as many recording tech teachers named
Tim Helt have called him, is a man how has contributed much to the field of
recording technology. It takes a certain kind of person to look at things a new
way; to see paths where others see only dense forestry. To see circles where
others see only rhombuses. To fly in jetpacks while others move around in
Flinstone-esk cars! Yes, Bill Putnam flew in his jetpack of ingenuity deep into
the expansive blue of audio recording, into the ledgers of history, and
undoubtedly into our hearts.
“And
pray tell what precisely did the powerful Mr. Putnam purportedly procure?” you
may well ask. Much, my friend. He was the first to experiment and develop
artificial reverb by the using the men’s room of all places; a fitting place
from which the 80’s repugnantly emerged years later. But that is just the
start! He also inspired and brought....
yeah, it goes on.
MMmmhmmm.
*sigh*
where's my cat?
*EDIT*
I guess the life has been really hard lately. But I'm trying!
God knows I'm trying. The bravest thing of all is always hope, Reese Roper said. I never thought much of it until now. Hope is hard sometimes.
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| Ryan's home, so I'll spend the weekend with him. Zombies vs. Humans tomorrow night, we'll see how that goes! We got some (Nerf) guns today and I plan to use em'! Should be sweet! Yay.
We didn't get to record an episode this week for the talk show! Grr. Next Thursday maybe?
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| Something I realized in the shower about 10 min. ago was that my relationship with God hasn't been as good as it has been the last couple of weeks. Months. Not to say that it is bad, far from it. I've noticed my relationship is at its worst when I'm at my best. Well, that's a generalization. I'm not at my best. I guess I'm just noticing the less I hurt the less I rely on God. Maybe this is why God gives us hard times, among other reasons?
My goal then is this: to make my relationship with God as good in the happy times as it is in the sad.
Yeah.
In other news, I'm starting up a talk show if you didn't know. It's called Tomatoes Are People and it is sure to be terribly funny, with heavy emphasis on the terrible part. The show consists of Pat, Adam, Tony, and myself. We'll have guests after a couple of episodes while we cement the show down. We did our first recording last Thursday and I hope to schedule another recording for this Thursday tomorrow. I'll post a link when we get a website up.
Ok. Ok. I need to be happy.
1. 2. 3.
Go. ....
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holy crap, that worked!!!!
No, seriously, it did!
I must be crazy.
Quick thought on that: sometimes when I'm bored I'll take the scene I'm looking at and fantasize an Uruk-Hai into it. A rather cordial one. Well, that's not true. Usually there are more than one.
He's not mean, just misunderstood! That boy isn't scared of him, he's scared of the Euro and rising inflation.
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