AUTHOR: Nathaniel Vos

  2003-12-06


The weekend has gone by slowly but steadily. We had our Secret Santa gift party yesterday, which was surprisingly fun. Allison has me apparently, and got me a decorative winter bear for my room. It has the benefit of being able to hold cards with magnetic paws, which is kind of nice. I also bought some lights for the room and a stocking for the door. I didn't go all out, but it is difficult to go full tilt with $5 for your decorating budget. Still, with the advent calendar, the bear dressed in winter garb, the snowman tins, and the lights, the room is looking festive enough anyways. I got a haircut today that is definitely short enough so I will look good for the Christmas holidays. It might be a bit too short, but it was only $10. I am also looking at job opportunities for this summer. There is a lot of stuff I could do, and not enough stuff that I want to do. The options are plentiful and lowpaying. I could work on a cruise line, but that would be absolutely insane. I am not sure I could do that for four months. Going round about the Carribean would grow tiresome after a while, or maybe it wouldn't. Something to think about, I guess. I could always do what my old youth pastor did, work on a fishing boat in Alaska. That would be, ahem, interesting. Tomorrow I am going to hit the books hard after church. I need a lot of studying tomorrow, as it is my last day before my fist final on Tuesday, which I need a LOT of work to prepare for yet. Statistics is going to be brutal, and I want lots of prep before I go into it. Needless to say, I will feel a heck of a lot better when all of this is over and one with. I found a verse today that might be the motto of my new website, as soon as I decide on the domain name. It goes like so «L'homme! ses jours sont comme l'herbe, Il fleurit comme la fleur des champs. Lorsqu'un vent passe sur elle, elle n'est plus, Et le lieu qu'elle occupait ne la reconnaît plus. Mais la bonté de l'‰ternel dure jamais pour ceux qui le craignent, Et sa miséricorde pour les enfants de leurs enfants » Psaumes 103:15 or As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; 16 the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. 17 But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children's children- 18 with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts. Goodnight