Roly Polies in the bathroom

Things have been interesting. That's the least I can say. Speed limits on the highway are around 45, depending on where you are (small town vs. tiny one-stop-light town), people just stop in the middle of the road and then turn left or right (no blinkers, no indication of turning. they just stop), long stretches of road (it takes 20 minutes in any direction to get anywhere), eh - it goes on. This morning as I drove to work, everything was crawling with coppers. I had to work so hard to go the actual speed limit... I was sure I was going to get pulled over. 

My work schedule is looking crazy now. I usually rise in tandem with the sun (eh, somewhere around 6, or when I can will my eyes to stare straight into the face of a new day), and get ready for work at the climbing course.  That's alright by now, I suppose. Then here comes the lighting job. I seem to be getting assigned many late night gigs over the next few weeks. My summer will be pre-planned exhaustion. And it looks like I'll be doing alot more driving back and forth than I had planned, and I'll probably not get back in til around midnight most nights. Oh dear. Naps, here I come. I'm already exhausted. 

So as I was taking a break between jobs today (15 minutes to cram down a lunch I'm usually not terribly hungry. Usually after I've worked out for a good while), I was standing in the bathroom, leaning against the wall, tired, and staring at my feet when I noticed something roll past my heel. There were dozens of tiny roly polies playing around on, rolling giddily across the pink, grainy bathroom floor, down the slope to the drain, then crawling back up and sliding on their mini-armadillo armored backs. A grin played across my tired, unsmiling face - I wanna play like that, too! But, since I couldn't, I enjoyed watching every second of roly-poly fun :)

A film major's dad has told her that she cannot watch movies this summer. The poor film student was upset by this- probably almost devastated, were it not for the fact that she can usually find her way around anything. That film student would be me. But it turned out that dad's only reason for this was because I'd end up spending too much money on movies over the summer, and not earn enough. Oh. Okay. No problem. So I cued up netflix. Yayy. I'm good to go. But then it turns out that he thinks I've become hardened, callous, defiled because of it. Can I not feel God anymore? Have I no connection to Him anymore? I would beg to differ. I'm in hot pursuit of God right now, seeking His heart, and running after Him. Yes, I love my movies, and maybe my parents will just have to think what they may - but I want to pursue my craft and offer my art, my films - that which God has gifted me to do - back up to Him. Now isn't that a fantastic idea? I'm not saying I want to make 'Christian movies' - oh no, far from it! No mediocrity here. But I don't think that films have to be blatantly beat-you-round-the-skull-with-a-Bible Christian to be Godly, to have our hearts poured into the stories. Films are something we create as an offering to our King, our Father, our Lord - the Creator.

Have you ever noticed that Spagetti-O's are particularly fun to look at and play with? I don't know if I'm the only one, but as I'm eating them, I usually find an insatiable desire and urge to say what I see. With Original Spagetti-O's, your food spells out an uninterrupted ooOooOOooOooOOooOOoOoOOoOOo which I always find particularly entertaining.