The world is a big enough place where you can always find someone who will put it better than you can. And today, whoever masterminded this demotivator really hit the nail on the head for me.

So the issue I'm dealing with right now is at best a case of garden variety disappointment with the situation surrounding my fave girl, and at worst a case of flat out rejection. Not that I'll be able to know for sure where it falls anytime soon.

There's an internal argument raging within me from various corners of the Wesleyan quadrilateral. The voice of scripture tells me that Jesus is the way, the truth and the life and that everything else I know is secondary. Then there's the voice of reason, telling me to cool down. After all, I live in a fallen world; who am I to demand exemption from its effects?

Opposite this is experience, which hasn't yet learned to use an inside voice. "CAN I JUST CATCH AN F'IN BREAK?! JUST ONCE?! AM I ASKING THAT MUCH TO HAVE SOME GIRL LOVE ME LIKE I LOVE HER?! WTF."

God, help me listen to what is right and not what is loudest.

Um, in other news, we have answers to some riddles from last week:

Beginner level: The sun.

Intermediate level: (V/Vw)•ρ, where V is the volume of the bag, Vw is the average volume of a woodchuck, and ρ is the unitless compressibility factor for woodchucks.

Awesome level: You cannot, under any circumstance, get a cat to perform that operation.
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Addendum, 8/7/06

Upon re-reading this thing a few days later, I have decided that 1) The penguin is my favorite flightless bird, 2) my formatting for some of this entry kinda stank, and 3) I definitely have the spiritual gift of overreacting. I think this post might really be funny in a few years when I look back on it. First of all, a little clarification, I don't think I got rejected on Wednesday night anymore. I did get a really confusing answer, to be sure, but if I was a little more careful with my equals signs, I could have saved myself a lot of grief. I was assuming "not yes" equals "no", which honestly to me still makes sense, even though other things imply it isn't as true as I might want to think. The whole"not yes" operator is a tricky one to interpret because coming from some girls, it means "I'm reaching for my mace" and from others it means "Ask me again later." Seems that Chels is the second type. So maybe my thespian antics of crying "Woe is me, Woe betide me, I am vanquished!" were a bit out of place. I might just have to add that to the pile of evidence that shows I'm human.

Closing note: I love my mom. She's one of my favorite people. I have never for more than a few seconds doubted that she loves me. Overall, she's come out way ahead of the curve, as far as moms go. But mom, I really don't appreciate the predisposition to paranoia that I inherited (that I *know* didn't come from dad). It makes a lot of work for anyone who's trying to get to know me, and it also makes me write blog entries when I should be sleeping. Don't take this the wrong way, mom. I love you a lot. I just want to stop being a turtle.