I said noo nooo, noo noo, you're not the one for me...

1 Timothy 5 :1-2
 Do not rebuke an older man harshly, but exhort him as if he were your father. Treat younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, and younger women as sisters, with absolute purity.

Timothy 5 is a beast chapter. Its full of meat and how to treat widows, and each other and elders. For some reason I laugh a little when I read it, just because of how hardcore it is. But, these first few verses are ridiculously relevant to my life right now. Dang, I mean the whole Bible is relevant to my life right now, but specifically I am pinpointing these verses. Its slightly a hard concept to grasp, treating younger men as brothers, seeing as Ive never had a brother. And to treat an older man as a father? As in, hey you are a year older than me... really?   Hmm.. I enjoy how it says nothing about treating them as friends, and how it finishes "with absolute purity." Seriously no joke. I like it.
I think of myself, and how I always have guy friends around.. and how I need to start treating them like brothers, in all purity. I am reminded of Casey and her brother(s) and the love/admiration that they have for one another. I guess I slightly struggle with the difference between brother/friend.. or if there really is not one.
Proverbs 17:17 (21st Century King James Version)
A friend is loving at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Proverbs 18:24 (21st Century King James Version)
A man that hath friends must show himself friendly, and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Zechariah 7:10 (21st Century King James Version)
And oppress not the widow nor the fatherless, the stranger, nor the poor; and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart.'


   If I had my Strongs concordance I would look up the literal Greek and Hebrew translations of the words "Brother" and "Friend."    So I ponder.  And I will revisit this subject at a later time.
Ok my life goal is to get 8 hours of sleep tonight. And ready.. set.. go.

CMYK Creativity

Ok so I totally know there are typos in there. Sorry.
CMYK found his permanent home today in the Resource Room. Its quite an inspirational story really. I will share. He was born the day I picked him up from the Harborside gym (obviously fish dont exist until after you own them). Then he travelled a brave and wonderous journey in an automobile up a hill and almost over a cliff. Then he lived, nameless, and like a dirty scoundrel, for 2 weeks in a dark cave. Then after returning to the Harborside gym for a night of awful sound making, he took another trip in an automobile to a cold and foodless dark cave. Finally, after spending the night there, he took yet another trip in an automobile, where he was united with his final home.  Like I said, its inspirational. Now he lives in a vase that we stole from the CBCSI basement and it some pretty rad accomodations. Let me tell you. ITs like a 7 diamond facility. Except he has not eaten for a few days=/
I asked my mom if she would disown me as her child if I dropped Spanish class with only 2 more weeks left. And after a while, she got back to me "hmm      no." How reassuring. We will see what happens folks. I cant do it any longer quite honestly.

Red Doors and 911

  

Im alive and thriving for the record. No more disease of the soul/body. In case someone wondered. 

Today was a good day. Besides the fact that I missed two more classes because of my insomnia/issues, it was a good day. (I think I've missed more Botany classes than I have attended. Thank you Prof K for your love) I handed in my apps for working in CBSCI next year, hopefully a student assistant position, not just work study. I also got to the bank, as well as enjoying the glory of Tim Hortons. 

Tuesday Night Truth had an Open Mic Night that was pretty awesome. 

---WHOA HOLD UP---

I just called 911. Because.. I was listening to some Blackout on Youtube, when I heard these wretching noises, thinking..hmm maybe it was part of the vid, but alas, I took off the headphone and looked out my window. What did I spy, ever so nye? A creeper throwing themselves on the ground, sticking their finger down their throat and trying to vomit up as much as possible, while telling something (the vomit) to "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT." There was a weird blonde wig involved, an unmarked white car, and a suspicious black male. The creeper doing the wretching was white, but undistinguishable as a male or female, due to the conflicts in the hair/walk. So its creepy, and there are weird bags out on the ground. And then the wretcher was trying to light.. (the vomit? the wig?) on fire. Which was unsucessful. So I called the cops. This is mad creepy stuff yo. The cops.. haha.. not only bring an ambulance, but also a fire truck. Everything but the kitchen sink. As soon as suspect #2 sees the whole barrage of dramatic vehicles coming, he gets out, throws the wretcher in the passenger seat, and runs to the driver seat and they PEEEEELOFF son. Peeled faster than a banana. Haha bad joke. And the police come and look around and .leave.

So me and my roommate go out there and look, and really, CREEPY. Um, Dora the Explorer girls bra and underwear, the kind for a 6 year old girl. And the tag is laying next to it. Its all covered in.. bile (not really any real vomit). Hi weird. And there is a bag from the store "Rainbow."  Seriously, this is not something normal.

If they had been drunk, ok, sure, but then why the girls underwear? And if they were sick, why would they peel out so fast if they see an ambulance coming? I keep coming up with gross possibilities. We called the po po again and told them to send someone to even look into it. So a guy came and just spot lighted it, did a 360 and left. Dang. So much for solving a huge case or something. But atleast we documented it. Hopefully no one is hurt.

--ANYWAYS. RESUME BLOGGING.

So TnT was really good. No.. great! I love Ruyi singing, and I love Dan's beats, and I love the slam poetry to the maxx. I also loved seeing the creativity of everyone who made Valentine's Day Cards. Its inspirational really.                                                                                     

Afterwards, Nathan and I hung out. I cant really say what we did, but involved Brown and an elevator and a marker. Aside from that, we were walking down Thayer and saw this red door. Behind it there was a party. So we carefully openned it, and there were beast stairs. We climbed them, hoping to be ok. Then there was a hallway. We followed the party noises. Slowly but surely inching down the hallway, we come upon a room filled with all sorts of people. And its music, and art, and a venue, at the same time as being an art studio, and its great. It was amazing. For the record, its called "The Spot on Thayer: Providence"    Whoa, I wish I knew about this glory previously. But sometimes, I guess you only come upon amazing things if you open strange red doors with party noises behind them. Tuesdays are a sort of Open Mic kind of thing called Creation:Tuesday. So much talent. There was one of the AS220 slam poets there. (Random: I saw a girl snort crack. No joke.) And its BYOB for the record, they even have a fridge to store it in if you bring some, yanno, or straight up Gatorade. And then someone sang "Open the Eyes of my Heart, Lord." And we were like.. whaaaaaaahhhtt. Ok haha. So it was good times. I'm going back sometime. Wait, Spogga, the Man, the Myth, the Dreadlock. Yes, only one dreadlock. Look him up here.

Ok. Crazy night. I love nights like these. Doesnt even feel like a Tuesday.

Later.

=Alissa-

It Only Gets Worse Before it Gets Better

I have been so sick lately that it is throwing me off! Yesterday I went to an urgent care over on the east side to get looked at, and they ended up taking Xrays and doing multiple tests on me. I was there for about 4 hours and walked out the door not knowing anything, the results would be in tomorrow. Super. So that night, last night, I go over to Carrie's for a game night with the TnT kids and it was fun, and I ate some food, which was apparently a bad idea? On the way home I became so disabled and excrutiatingly hurtful that I could barely move, breathe, talk, or think. I was tearing up in the back seat, and my roommates decided that it would be a good plan to take me to the Emergency Room.

 And by Emergency Room, what we are really saying is, Waiting room. Because I got there, and got admitted and bracelet-ed up and they left me to die in the waiting room next to buttloads of gross germy people. Let me just tell you, for me to be in THAT much pain, and having to go to the ER, thats saying a lot about what I am going through. I am the kind of person that could get speared through the eye and just want to lay in my bed,waiting it out, hoping things will get better.  So I sit in this waiting room, for a while. Except I Can Not Sit. I cant do it without wanting to kill myself. The pain is EXCRUTIATING. So I ask for a bed, even if its in the hallway, because I cannot sit. 45 minutes later, nothing. So after waiting around for a grand total of 1.5 hours, I decide its best to jump shop and go home. We leave, and I just go wait it out in my bed at home. 

This morning I wake up and I feel better-ish. I can handle my life. The day goes on, I get the test results, and there are no gall bladder problems. Just a lot of air in my intestines. What does that even mean? There is no cure for that. They told me to rest and drink fluids. Ohthanks. I will just die a slow death. But as of right now, I am in no pain, except for my body telling me its madd tired son.

Good night and hoes before bros.

-Alissa-

Its three am, do you know where your children are?

Creeper No Creeping

Is it wrong to go up to someone and tell them how creepy they are? I mean, maybe they dont know? Seriously though, there is a guy who goes to my school who is literally the creepiest being you will ever know. I wish I could get a picture of him, but what if he is stalking me or something, and could find out. The way in which he is creepy might not be creepy to others, but it is to me. He wears a long black leather coat with a purple button down shirt everytime I see him. His face looks fake, as if he plastered it with, plastic, or tons of make-up. His eyebrows are super defined, waxed? He has these creepy eyes that dont move when he walks, he just looks straight ahead and seriously doesnt even care whats in his way.  Im not going to lie, I found him on facebook. And friended him. And the things that he says in his status updates are even creepier- random dots and dashes, or a destroy the world quote. 

Dude son, so I totally googled the definition of creepy, and here we go: 

adj. creep·i·er, creep·i·est
1. Of or producing a sensation of uneasiness or fear, as of things crawling on one's skin: a creepy feeling; a creepy story.
2. Annoyingly unpleasant; repulsive: the creepy kids next door.

Maybe I am the creepy one here, (well, ok I am a little creepy sometimes) and I dont mean to judge someone I dont know, Dang.  Im pretty sure that God tell us, through a RelientK song, that "Jesus loves the outcasts, the ones the world just loves to hate." Hmm. So maybe I should talk to him sometime and see how he's doing.

I just realized that I am starving. I have not eaten a legit thing since Sunday because I havent been able to. This past week, food has made me want to vomit. Just saying. But I could honestly go for like, chicken parm. haha. Something with meat. Or waffles. Dang. I want some waffles. What the heck am I supposed to do right now? I dont have any food here thats easy to whip up. And there are still certain things that make me ill at the thought- like cereal, or soup. Hummm.

OySter has disappeared. Where is that girl? I should go water my hermit crabs.

I Laughed A Lot Today

I like to be home alone because for some reason I always find more things to laugh about, and I can laugh really loudly and obnoxiously for minutes at a time. Like I was talking to Casey today and we figured out that Oprah isnt married yet because she cant make a good sandwhich for her man Gelvin or whatever his name is. And its because she is rich and is always trying to loose weight. Also, I was reading excerpts from comedian Kerri Pomarelli's book, "If I'm Waiting on God, Then What Am I Doing in a Christian Chatroom?" Which is literally the funniest thing Ive ever read in my life. Maybe I will buy it.


Spanish was a disaster tonight, and I had to leave an hour and a half early because my body was like, "no way son, ya cant be here." I realized that if you havent eaten in 2.5 days, and then decide to drink any sort of Starbucks beverage, you are in for a disaster. hah. Soup is the better route here, so I made some Chicken Corn Chowder, and drank some water. Way better.


Since Sunday, I have slept more than someone should ever sleep. Sunday I went to bed around midnight, and woke up at 1, then called into work because of keys blah blah. So Monday I go to bed around 7, and wake up Tuesday for class around 8. Then Taylor sends me home from work around 130, and I end up getting into bed around 4, and not getting out until this morning around 10am. Lets calculate that. 13+11+18=42 hours. Thats insane. I was fevery and achey though. It was not a good time. I would get up and think.. hmm maybe Im better, but then go barf in the bathroom, or keel over with pain in the kitchen. Hah. In case you wondered. I dont know why. Im still headachey and nauseous. Weird.

 When you sleep that much and then try to do something more active, your body starts having a seizure. Atleast mine does. Its pretty weak and still partially sleeping. But Im trying my hardest to pop this mad skank of sickness, and OH MAN NAKED JUICE HELLO! I need to buy some, but havent been able to take those steps to 711 yet. To...Weak... dang son.

Im hittin the sack now.
Pray that I make the correct choices in the upcoming few days. Because I am faced with some intense choices that could push me back or lift me up. And while the choice seems pretty obvious.. its.. difficult to explain,
My hope is built, on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness.
-Alissa-

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Last Minute Game Food

REAL BUFFALO CHICKEN WING DIP

4 chicken breasts (or any kind of boneless chicken meat)
1 bottle blue cheese sauce
3 oz package cream cheese
1 small bottle Frank's hot sauce shredded cheddar cheese


Cook chicken until cooked. PreHeat oven to 425°F. In an oven safe dish, spread 1.5 packages of cream cheese along the bottom.
In a separate bowl, Add blue cheese sauce and Frank's hot sauce (depending on how hot you'd like it), and the other half of the cream cheese. Mix it up.
Shred Chicken and add to cheesy hot mixture.
Spread chicken mixture over the top and sprinkle with cheddar cheese.

Cook for 20 minutes or until cheeses becomes bubbly.

Serve with Tortilla chips, celery, or crackers.
MAD GOOD SON.

Obsession Confession: Hummousmous

Yeah you think I'm kidding but I'm really not. We have experimented with the recipe and it has been perfected and it has been tested and loved by multitudes. Hummus. Mixed with cous cous. Thus: Hummousmous. What else would it be called? Cummus? Hummous? Housous? Nothing else can be its title.
And for the recipe. Simple make the normal hummus recipe, spices and all, and then make plain cous cous. and stir in. add some salt and you have pure glory.
Yeah man.
And its soo cheap too. Go to PriceRite, find the "Wall of Goya" and buy those chickpeas like never before, then waltz over to their international aisle, and buy up that couscous. Its madd cheap and you wont regret it. I promise=)