Selah. I love this word. I love its obscureness and its clarity, which may not make sense, but it will. This Hebrew word has theologians in a constant debate over its uncertain, or obscure meaning. They do agree that the word "selah" comes from the primary Hebrew root word "calah," meaning "to hang," or "to weigh." Therefore, many believe the word is a reminder to "weigh, or measure what is being spoken/written to us." In other words, stop and listen.

This is my favorite interpretation. What a beautiful reminder in the midst of our loud and chaotic lives. For instance, when trying to make important decisions, we get caught up in everything going on around us, and what everyone else is saying, that we forget to stop and listen to what is going on inside ourselves. What are we feeling and saying to ourselves? What is God, or whatever higher power you believe in, saying? Ultimately, it is in these intimate, quieter moments that we are going to find the answers we are searching for.

There are two other possible, broader meanings. Some believe the word "selah" is nothing more than a musical term, indicating an interlude. Other Jewish scholars believe it means "forever."

Interesting though, when you look at these other two interpretations, you can't help but see some of the first in both of them. After all, an interlude is essentially a "stop," is it not? A pause from all the noise and a chance to reflect on the music you just heard. Further, and this might be a stretch, could it not be said that the command to "stop, listen, and weigh" should be an ongoing process in our lives? It shouldn't be a one-time event, we should forever be taking these pauses, drawing them out in an attempt to make sure that we are understanding. So therefore, the clarity of the word comes from the fact that even within these varying interpretations, there is still a similar essence that exists.

Selah. What a lyrical reminder to take the free opportunity we've been granted to reflect and comprehend what is going on around us... to then step back into the world with a greater sense of clarity and peace.

If I do get gutsy enough in the next year or two, this word will most definitely be tattooed on my foot. Or maybe it could be the name of my future daughter? Hah.

Legite.

Apparently my last entry led some to believe I was either high or simply scatter-brained. I'll try and keep this more focused.

I have two things tonight, niether of which require any mental exertion from you, the reader.

1. Clinton Kelly is officially my favorite gay man; however, his sexuality really is of no importance to me. Not only is he super nice, attractive, and has incredible fashion sense, I come to find today that he holds a Communications degree from Boston College and a Master's in magazine publishing from Medill at Northwestern. For awhile after college he worked as a freelance writer and editor in New York, which takes incredible stamina, patience, and talent for that matter. Further, let's be honest, What Not to Wear is great afternoon t.v. Please check out his website, it's adorable.

2. ...I forgot my second thought. Damnit, so much for scatter-brained.

Do You Realize?

"...you realize the sun doesn't go down, it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round."I really don't have anything to say tonight, other than that my mind hurts. If only this was caused by a slab of schoolwork banging me over the head.

Is it lame that I would kill to write a paper, or something, right now?
Sorry to be a Lamey McLamester...HAH HAHAhahahaaaa. heh.

ON A HAPPY NOTE!: volleyball at Calhoun tonight. Of the five games, I don't think my team ever won, but we looked freakin good losing, so all is well.

Ah, one more thing!: in case anyone is wondering, I determined tonight that my three favorite sections of my iTunes are the L's/M's/N's, R's/S's, and the W's. L's/M's/N's are just amazing, the R's/S's are just chill and the W's, man they just know how to rock out!

Trude.

I would like to take the opportunity to thank the Kansas City Airport for providing me with a super delayed flight and efficient internet access, without which I could not have this most-appreciated opportunity to update my much-anticipated blog. Once again, thank you KCI.

I could be super emo right now and focus this entry on the essence of an airport...the feeling of being in transition which, (here it comes) in reality, is our lives...one never-ending transition. But I'm not going to, because that is lame and cliche. Damn cliches. Actually, doesn't "In Transition" sound like a catchy yearbook theme? Reid? Corey? Thoughts?

I decided this weekend I am going to add "weather" to conversations that irritate me. Don't get me wrong, it has to be mentioned now and then, but the repetitiveness and surfaceness of it annoys me to no other.
Kansas Trip '08 was legite. Good food. Good friend. Good dog. Good sci-fi movie. Got a new vinyl. New shirt. Meggie seemed like she got out of the trip what she needed to so I'm happy for that. I received some fine academic advice myself, but that's a whole other story.

Anywho, back to Clemson in a few hours. Back to the grind and dreaming of spring break. Peace out.

Constant Flow.

I go to bed too late on school nights. I'm going to be sad next year when I have to leave my current living situation. I'll be 20 in April and that is crazy. I've been searching for some sort of adventure(s), and I think I'm finding some good ones. I decided to adopt Athens as my city, even though I don't go to school there. Czech is a hard language and I'm going to be real confused real fast in Prague. Cassie and Brianna, hands down, play the best pranks on me, even if they make me cry. I currently have song-writer's block which is bothering me. I'm frustrated that I feel like I'm not being challenged as much this semester (COMM 300- watch movies with no relevance to international communication class). I have three European excursions with three different people(s) that I have to take before I turn 25. Speaking of Europe, I'd give anything to be dining in a certain Italian restaurant in Brussels right now. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The TCM channel will make a mesmorized grandpa out of anyone if they give it a chance. Today, I counted 32 ipods on campus in a span of 10 minutes...for Clemson this is amazing. The seriousness of prayer. I can't wait to see my sister in two weeks. The Phantom Tollbooth. My grandma needs to get better. Money is stupid. Is that ignorant to say? I really enjoy the music I listen to. Golden Eye. Garden State. Study Abroad applications. SPRING! Am I going to be able to visit home this summer with my internship in Greenville? I want a dog. I'm really happy right now. I feel a need to get rid of all my STUFF (Thanks DCF). I wanted to blog tonight, but I'm having difficulty putting together words that would essentially intrigue you, the reader.

I'll end on this: Does it bother anyone else that the above is basically what our minds looks like in word form? Crazy jumbled, messy and out of order!

Introducing Alex...

Sometimes I bother my roommate. This is a typical reaction:

Stories from the weekend + Monday:
>Girl Talk= Amazing. Basically a rave without the drugs...unless free Redbull and ring pops fall into this category.
>The newest addition to our apartment is a Nintendo 64 which was joyfully welcomed by Lauren, Alex, and I. Kristin has yet to play.
>My awful Julian Lennon record, thanks to Reid's creative genius, became my new stratch board.
>My computer fan busted last night, prohibiting me from accessing my visual comm notes in their entirety (from which I needed to study for the exam). This resulted in a late night/early-morner. Thanks Crappad.
>The full-on detox only lasted 24 hours...I gave in to the lack-of-sugar headache with two cookies and a glass of sweet tea. I'm still going to be conscious of how much processed food I'm eating (no more Lean Cuisine's), but let's be honest, I don't eat too too terrible to where I need to be on a strict pita and lettuce diet.

Foot Washer.

After lunch, I went with Paul (art director) down to Falls Park to sit (stand) in on a photo shoot for the magazine. I walked from the top of N Main St. in Greenville down to the park in heels, which wasn't too terrible. However, walking back up, not so much fun. I gave up and went hippi after about five minutes. I ditched the heels and walked barefoot the rest of the way. Is this unfeminine and un-sophisticated of me? I passed a few Bob Jones students on the way up and they looked at me funny.

Point of the story> getting ready for bed a few minutes ago, I washed my feet in the shower, and I must say that I understand why J.C. felt it was a kind gesture to wash people's feet, apart from the spiritual symbolism that went along with it. It really is somewhat of a purifying experience to have your feet washed. All is wonderfully right with the world!

Ok I'm weird, sorry. Um, GirlTalk tomorrow night, can't wait! bye.