Mission to Mars

A friend of mine recently posted about a manned mission to Mars with the purpose of starting a colony there.  I’m sitting in the airport bored to tears for another hour and a half, so I decided to google it.  And I literally started crying from extreme happiness.  The vision of these people is overwhelming.  I want to go.  I want to boldly go where no man has gone before. :p  This is the opportunity of our life time; who would sit back and let it pass them by?  Yes, you’ll leave your family forever, but at the same time…as our technology develops, I bet we make it take less than seven or eight months to reach Mars.  And even with that amount of time, I really don’t see people never coming back to Earth for “shore leave”.  Even just for a year or so.  I can see, in our future, splitting the travel time at least in half.  

They talk about there being a seven minute lag time for video back to earth.  That makes for a long call, but again…technology keeps on developing!  We are not going to stop at it taking seven minutes…we’ll keep pushing the limits until the lag time is normal (which for something like Skype could mean anywhere from seconds to a minute).  

Humanity is amazing.  I love how we keep exploring because there is more to see than can ever be seen and more to do than can ever be done.  We just KEEP GOING BECAUSE IT’S THERE.  I want to be part of that.  I need to be part of that.

I want to be on one of these four person teams.  I’m good in enclosed spaces, I can tolerate annoying people for long periods of time, and I want to learn and grow and help humanity to do the same.  Can you imagine living on another planet?  Yes, it would be hard.  A big challenge…but if you don’t take a risk, where will your life go?  No where.  And what’s the point of a stagnant life?

Good Lord I want to go.

Molly

Boy Meets World At Heritage Field

Yesterday - like most of the Sundays in my twenty years, nine months, three weeks, and three days on this earth, - I went to church.
back story time
A few months ago I did this switcharoo thing for my "home church" that was crazier than watching the first and last episodes of "Boy Meets World" consecutively.  My "old" church was maybe 60 people on a good day.  They had a children's group and a teen-get-together every week.  Once a month there was a little worship/get together/hang out time for college-aged kids.  The teaching was phenomenal.
This church was about forty  minutes away from where I live.  Some Sundays I didn't bother going simply because of the drive.  It was taxing on my nerves and body and gas tank.
My friend Jordan knew about this, so he told me, "hey!  You should come to my church!  Here's a card, we have four service, just let me know which one you'll be at and I'll show you around!"
So I did...the second time he asked.  MONTHS after the initial invite.
That was in February, and since then this church really has become like home to me.  The people and the place and GOD.  It's like I was standing in Heritage Field and suddenly the stadium was back.  Not the brand new pretty stadium.  The stadium that we all knew and loved.  Familiar and kind and warm and crazy.  Good pizza.  Lots of shouting.  Root, root, root for the freaking Yankees because they're the home team.  That deal.  This church is so humongous that we have to have five services now to fit everyone.  We're looking for a second location (in the DC area if you know of a place!).  There are a bajillion things to get involved in every week.  Bible study groups, prayer groups, movie groups, roller coaster groups, running groups, EVERYTHING GROUPS.  Just to be around family all the time.  It's wonderful.
back to the present
So yesterday.  Yesterday Pastor Stine gave a message all about hearing the voice of God (which you can watch here.  Eventually.  When they get it online someday).  There was, of course, the usual, "be still and know that I am God", that we always hear, but Pastor Stine gave us a few more pieces of advice.  There was one I took to heart more than the rest - journal.
His advice?  Write out your prayers to God, and then write out what you believe his response is.  Last night I did this and filled up page after page of words that I didn't even know were in me.  I used to journal all the time, but it's definitely been a while.  Life gets in the way.  It was nice.  When I went back to read everything that I had written, my requests didn't take me by surprise.  Whiny and human and impulsive.  What I was shocked by was what I wrote in response - or rather, what I believe that God wrote through me.  There were passages from the Bible in there that I don't remember ever in my life memorizing.  Reminders of his love and faithfulness.  God is all that we need, and it's a wonderful thing to remember.  Journaling is a wonderful way to remember.

So that's what I have to say tonight.

LOOK PEOPLE!

I don't know what to tell you.
So many crazy things happen in life...there's just nothing we can do about it.
People kill other people.  They eat their brains and faces.  They cut themselves and throw their innards at police. They die.
And it's not going to end for a very long time.

Life is crazy.
It's magical and amazing and ludicrous and a bunch of other adjectives that I can't think about right now because my brain is exhausted and I'm only awake because I'm waiting for my video to upload.

What am I trying to say?

You tell me...because I'm going to fall asleep now.  Maybe when I wake up for PT in six hours the world will be better.  Different.  Brighter.

And no one will talk about zombies anymore.

The world must balance.

So I totes have internet in my room now.  You know what that means?

Unrestricted watching of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer".
No more sitting outside of the library or Starbucks late at night.
I can upload videos anytime.
Blogs can happen more often.

I can skype from the safety and warmth (or coolness) of my room.
Tumblr.  Period.
Online window-shopping.

But...the world has to balance.  Do you know how it's decided to keep my overwhelming joy in check?

My ventilation is leaking. 

lies and slander

LIES!  LIES AND SLANDER!

That's what my friend says.  All the time.  And it's hilarious.

You know some things that are lies?  Straight up UNTRUTHS?


1. I am normal.
2. I hate cheese.
3. I love dead pig.
4. Your face is disgusting.
5. YouTube is evil.

Thinking and feeling and wanting and trying

Obviously these are things that we all do on a daily basis.  What am I thinking, feeling, wanting, and trying right now?

I think: that I could have made myself some tea at home instead of spending $2 at Starbucks, but I AM using their internet...so yeah.  That works for me.

I feel: exhausted.  Last week just kind of took it all out of me.  I was able to charge my batteries some over the weekend with the 10k and watching cheesy old 90's movies alone in my room and eating bad pizza and ignoring people in general...but I really hope my leave gets approved for this Thurs/Fri.  I really need the time off.

I want: to believe something with my entire being.  No doubts (questions do not equal doubts).

I'm trying: to live life the best way I know how.  Maybe that's not good enough.  Maybe it's not good at all.  But it's better than nothing, isn't it?  It's better than never trying.

What are you thinking, feeling, wanting, and trying?

Functioning

Do more people than not function "normally"?  Is that a thing?  What is "normal"?  Hasn't that always been the question?
I'm pretty sure that I don't function in a "normal" fashion.  I talk to myself far too often (with hand gestures), eat ice cream even though I know it will give me bad gas (don't worry.  I did switch to almond milk), and make uber loads of friends over the internet.
Oh wait.  I think that last one is actually considered "normal" now.  Who knew that would ever happen?
AND THE LAST HOUR OF MY LIFE!  WHERE DID IT GO?
It wasn't even 2100 last time I looked at the clock.  Now it's almost 2200.  Where is time flying off to?
Oh yeah.  The internet.

But...yeah.  If I were to function "normally" for a day, I think it would look like this:
Wake up->Go to work->Come home->Eat food->Hang out with friends->Run->Read a book->Practice guitar->Go to bed.
not all days would look exactly the same...but that would be the general stuffs.
What my days actually look like is this:
Wake up->Drink coffee->Go to work->Drink coffee->Come home->Drink coffee->Youtube->Drink coffee->Blog->Drink coffee->Talk to my fish->Drink coffee->Read a book->Drink coffee->Practice guitar->Drink coffee->Talk to my stuffed animals->Drink coffee->Feed my fish turkey->Drink coffee->Drink a milkshake->Drink coffee->Talk to my computer friends->Drink coffee->Pretend that real people don't exist->Drink coffee->Go outside and look at the sunshine->Go to sleep

Yeah.

What would a "normal" day look like for you?

What does an actual day look like for you?