A Notice

If you haven't heard, I'm cut off from internet at home until further notice. So don't expect to see me 'cause you probably won't. :/

Also, I'm going on a S.A.L.T.S. trip on Friday, so you probably won't hear from me for a while. :)

God bless, all.

Sari.

(yeah, I copied and pasted from the other message... so sue me :P) also, there's a new post here.)

New.

New Blog.
One heck of an address, so bookmarks are our friends. :)
Explainations there.
This one continuing still.
Late.
'Night.
God Bless.

Before The Throne of God Above

Words and Music by Vikki Cook, Charitie Bancroft

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.

Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.

My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!
With Christ my Savior and my God!

Many Points to a Single Page

Go Here.

Four things to note:

1. The comic is funny.
2. The Boo plushies are adorable. (note: when I originally posted this, the boo plushies were part of that days' news post, but they have been changed, so yeah...now it's on a different day. :P)
3. The story linked to in Dom's post is weird and a bit scary.
4. The rest of Dom's post sounds like something I'd want to do but be too lazy/scared to do it. :P

now to sleep, perchance to dream...

Sleep : Riley Armstrong

Thanks, Veronica for putting me on to this great song! From someone who's been awake until 3 am pretty much every day for almost an entire week; I can totally relate...

looking straight at the light
it never used to be that bright last night
but it's a new day with fuzz in my eyes
alarm is still ringing when I open the blinds
how do these people do it
they are like driving around like there's nothing to it
I imagine it's like the medication their on
or probably just the coffee but
one thing is certain in life

and that is that today I'm going to eat cereal
I mean come on let's get our priorities straight
but before I know it I'm out the door late
just trying to catch some rat or some race
or something I'm not quite sure what it is
so for now I just best keep moving
and by nine a.m. my brain and my body
finally decide to meet
and we come to the same conclusion as yesterday
that I never get enough sleep

CHORUS:
sleep, no I never get enough
always waking up tired
sleep, no I never get enough
if I don't show up I might get fired
sleep, no I never get enough
always waking up tired
sleep, no I never get enough
if I don't show up I might get fired

they call it commuting
but I think they should call it intravenous
cause it's what I need every time I get
stuck behind a truck, just trying to turn left
just trying to turn left, why are you trying to turn left
why don't you park your silly cube van
hop in I'll drop you off

cause at this rate we'll both be late
but I'd rather be late than sitting here doing nothing
and by nine a.m. my brain and my body
finally decide to meet
and we come to the same conclusion as yesterday
that I never get enough sleep

BRIDGE:
sleep go on and sleep some more
sleep go on and sleep some more

Now go to bed,
Sari!

A Break from Tradition

Breaking from the vein of the day (in the comic sense, at least), here's another link (listen to it too! it's not complete without sound!). This one was borne of an argument over whether Darth Maul's lightsabre is a lightsabre (lightsaber for you yanks) or a bowstaff. I think I won on the lightsabre business (it's a lightsabre), but holy smokes, kudos to derek for pointing me towards that seven year old. egads...

[edit: it's also been confirmed that "bowstaff" is actually not a word.. heehee... it's the type of staff that is called a Bo. Nancy Drew teaches you stuff like that.. (at least as long as you can read it and not feel ill for doing so....)]

Today is Comic Day... Apparently...

So, German sounds Threataning, eh? ...I think a few of my friends might take offense to hear that! *laughs*

...plus with fun words like Geschwindigkeitsbegrenzung and Pipapo, how can you *not* like German?!

(Thanks Veronica.. for teaching me those words.. heehee... )

Just Add Tic Tacs

So judging by all your enthusiastic response to my last post... xD

Here's something funny!

..it was funny...


...to me, anyway..

Dear Sarah,

We are pleased to be able to offer you a volunteer crew position this summer as outlined in the enclosed agreement to participate form.
...I hereby agree to participate in the S.A.L.T.S. program as: Watch Leader, aboard the Pacific Swift, Trip #3, July 28 - August 6, 2006.

...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Check it Out!

Now the difficult part begins... figuring out how to get from port hardy back to chetwynd, heehee... one would think that being further north than Victoria to start with would lower the travel time... but not really. As of right now we're thinking of taking the ferry from Port Hardy up to Prince Rupert, and then across to Chetwynd. That trip would be 15 hours on the ferry and a further 17 hours on the bus. Mom says the passage is gorgeous though, and I would hardly doubt it. We're even thinking of making a little bit of a trip out of it, with mom coming up and making the run up to Prince Rupert with me.
The time it'd take to go down to Nanaimo, take that ferry to Vancouver, and then head back up is comperable... just with a whole lot more bus (bleh) so Prince Rupert looks like the place to be!

I am SO excited.

Mkay, gotta run and actually study some more now... God bless, all!

heehee...it's totally genetic...

Thought y'all might get a kick out of this:

Mom was mentioning how she rarely checks email anymore... like, usually I dealt with that, in any case, but while I was at camp she checked hers a fair bit more. I started thinking though that, since the closing of my email account from my highschool, the prayer requests went to her inbox. So tonight I decided to check it out.

...I think she has me topped for most new messages in a single sitting... a hundred and thirty? oh, my word....