Being Right

"It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist
on being right - especially when one is right."
- Nietzsche 

I hate being wrong. I hate stepping back in an argument, and knowing that I'm right but holding back near kills me. In that respect, this semester has been quite the growing experience. In the past I would have argued and argued relentlessly until I'd won.

However, I'm learning that preserving relationships is more important than always being right. Loving my neighbor, loving those around me like Christ loves them - these things matter more than proving someone wrong. 

So I'm trying to pick my battles, use wisdom, and do things in love (1 Cor 16:14). I don't roll over should someone disagree with me, but I'm learning to let certain things go.

One of the girls in my Bible study spoke words of wisdom and encouragement the other day:  It is your job to present the Gospel; that's the most important thing. And if that means letting someone else be right when you know that he or she is wrong, then that's what you have to do. God sees what's happening and knows what you're doing is hard.

-bRob

Post-Sunday Jams

Sunday Jams kind of fell apart, but I've got this song running through my brain grapes.

I think there are really two takes on the Proclaimers:
a) weird bordering on creepy

b) all kindsa awesome

What do you think?

-bRob

Awkward Truths

Because I'm forever awkward.

This is what I look like every time  I do homework:

a) zebra -striped snuggie

b) vest

c) notecards strewn about

d) two cans of diet soda

e)staring blankly at the screen

My roommate convinced me to go to group workout. I stopped working out every time the instructor stopped looking.

I finally got around to watching some of my class's lectures online (because I never pay attention the first time around). I either need to stop sitting on the front row or do something about my hair, because apparently I am on camera.

The walls of my duplex are thinner than I thought, and the kids next door are either having babies or making them. 

 It made me giggle.

I got stuck sitting between a couple [...] at a large table the other day. They proceeded to play footsie across me. Rude, amIrite? Next time I'm going to slip my foot into the mix and see if they notice.

Super senior year is not a good look for me. I've given up and lost the will to try. I went to the library today unshowered and in my pajamas. When I told my grandma, she looked horrified.

Apparently my grandma thinks I'm gross.

A dirty old man at the alumni luncheon I attended spent a little too much time leering and making me sufficiently uncomfortable [that's the last time I change out of my pajamas for the rest of the year].

Still haven't gotten the taillights fixed.

I brought someone  a cupcake the other day, but I took a corner too quickly and the box tipped over. The box was sealed, though, so I couldn't tell if the cupcake made it or not. When I handed my friend the cupcake, I tried to make a joke about Schroedinger's cupcake. I was the only one who thought it was hilarious. I guess that's all that really matters, eh?

Probably my most embarrassing truth yet: I just got a twitter, because we've all been so desperate to follow every single one of bRob's thoughts in real time, right?
You are very welcome to follow me @ bandInterWebs or just leave a comment on this post with helpful tips for using twitter.
It's got me a little bamboozled, to be quite honest.

Do you have any awkward truths to share? Or are you all incredibly charming and suave  =)?

-bRob

Weekend Fun

Well, last weekend's fun. This weekend will be spent writing lots and lots of code.

I went to the Renaissance Festival last weekend with some friends - have you been to one before? It was my first time, and there is so much to see!

how precious is she?

man that thing was so creepy

Andy and his "hot" fairy

the "fairy rock:"

A little princess

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend?

Stay warm and have fun!

-bRob

That's Not Very Much Love

Josh Is Hollywood via asdfghijkllove

Readers, I love you more than a whale on your monitor, mk?

Ok, I've got another schmoozefest to attend. Jealous? I probably get to drink unsweetened tea that I will sweeten with approximately twelve packets of Splenda while trying to not lose circulation in my belly button because of my panty hose. But there's probably dessert. 

-bRob