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    <title>Justin Fletcher</title>
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      <title>Sunny Sunday</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful day it was to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus.&nbsp; The weather, minus the wind, has been terrific recently.&nbsp; I had my last Freshman Officers meeting tonight, but I&#8217;m the Sophomore Male Rep, so it won&#8217;t be my last SGA dealings.&nbsp; We&#8217;re going to have a blowout for our class, and hopefully feed a bunch of people on our meal tickets who, otherwise wouldn&#8217;t know where they&#8217;re next meal came from.</p>

<p>I went to Mississippi over the break.&nbsp; Mission work is such a rejuvenating experience, and yet I still feel drained.&nbsp; If you have the chance, do mission work, soon.&nbsp; There are so many opportunities.&nbsp; From inner city, to disaster relief, to foreign, and even small congregation mission work, it all is beneficial and uplifting.&nbsp; I had no idea what to expect in Pascagoula, but I wish I was there right now.&nbsp; It&#8217;d be quite the sacrifice to go clean up people&#8217;s yards and put their houses back together.&nbsp; But, I do it in a minute&#8217;s notice, not hesitating one second because the work needs to be done. Click <a href="http://www.disasterreliefeffort.org/" title="here">here</a> to check out the church of Christ&#8217;s disaster relief organization.&nbsp; They proved to be super helpful during our stay in Mississippi.</p>

<p>I have an 8 page paper due tomorrow. I should start&#8230;I know mom, I&#8217;m a lazy bum and a procrastinator, but if I wasn&#8217;t, then I wouldn&#8217;t be me!&nbsp; You love me, really, you do, and so do a bunch of other people. So, thanks, I&#8217;m a bear to put up with sometimes.&nbsp; Enough for now.&nbsp; I&#8217;ll fill you in later.</p>

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m alive, I&#8217;m well, and I&#8217;m going to blog.&nbsp; I&#8217;m sure many people, no, I know many have wondered if I&#8217;m alive.&nbsp; Life&#8217;s not been easy, nobody said it would be.&nbsp; School is trying, but things are getting better, I listen to good music.&nbsp; Sometimes you&#8217;ve got to be torn down and built back up stronger than before to realize things.&nbsp; That&#8217;s what happened to me.&nbsp; I have a youth ministry internship in Tulsa at the Crosstown church of Christ this summer, and I can hardly wait.&nbsp; You should come. Yes, I&#8217;m talking to you.</p>

<p>Basketball is over, and for that I am moderately upset.&nbsp; Fortunately, there are other intriguing aspects of life, and this school, beyond basketball.&nbsp; This is a great, great school, and I&#8217;m willing to incur a significant debt for this experience.&nbsp; The opportunity to walk in a gym, and run with nine other guys who you worship with on Sunday and Wednesday is a special, special gift.</p>

<p>Walking into an office full of cheerful, intelligent people, who are singing spiritual songs I&#8217;ve grown up singing my entire life in one church building or another, albeit it in jest, brings about an emotion that can only be experienced.&nbsp; If you&#8217;re contemplating coming to this school, save up, pray in faith, and I&#8217;ll see you at Dry Gulch in the fall because you don&#8217;t want to miss it.</p>

<p>Perfect, this school is not.&nbsp; It&#8217;s a good thing they don&#8217;t claim to be, or I&#8217;d rip them for false representation, but they are what they say they are- Higher Learning, Higher Calling.&nbsp; Come, and if you&#8217;re a guy, make sure you don&#8217;t have a female hall director (leave a comment, and I&#8217;ll expand on that).&nbsp; Go to every event from devos to track meets, and you will fall in love.&nbsp; They tell me that&#8217;s the place to pick up chicks too, I guess I&#8217;ve been unlucky, oh well!&nbsp; </p>

<p>Be sure to tell all your friends, I know they&#8217;ve been missing me, but I&#8217;m back from now on!&nbsp; Let us love each other, and start the Justin Fletcher scholarship fund!&nbsp; Just kidding, but seriously&#8230;How I&#8217;ve missed blogging!&nbsp; Late nights inspire people, more specifically, me! </p>

<p>In a few hours, I will be celebrating the resurrection of Jesus the Christ, and I&#8217;m excited, but to effectively celebrate, I must have some sleep.&nbsp; For now, I will be leaving, but if God has more work for me to do, I&#8217;ll wake up, and I will RISE AND SHINE AND GIVE GOD THE GLORY GLORY!&nbsp; Goodnight America, Europe, and everyone else! Above all else&#8230;</p>

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      <title>A New&#45;Found Revelation</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I overslept today, that allowed me to take a 45 minute shower.&nbsp; I know, I know, that sounds like a girl or something, but I come up with some really profound thoughts while soaking up the hot water.&nbsp; What I discovered most recently is that Tuesdays are the worst day of the week.&nbsp; What do you think?&nbsp; Let me expound on why Tuesday is the worst day&#8230;</p>

<p>Sunday starts the week, and whoever the genius was that set it up that way deserves to be praised.&nbsp; Getting together with my friends and other people to worship God is a GREAT way to start the week.&nbsp; I think that&#8217;s why Monday isn&#8217;t the worst day of the week for me.&nbsp; Monday also is a new start for the school week which is an opportunity to go more often, and then View 63 caps off the night after another Eagle basketball victory.&nbsp; Wednesday is a day where I get together and worship God again, and it is hump day AND that is always good.&nbsp; SGA meetings are always on Wednesday too.&nbsp; Then on Thursday, I&#8217;m one day away from the weekend, Refuge is a must and OC basketball is a common occurrence.&nbsp; Friday is, well Friday.&nbsp; It&#8217;s the weekend, classes are quicker, life is happier and the weekend is present.&nbsp; Saturday is more of the same, but more pronounced.&nbsp; What is Tuesday?&nbsp; Tuesday is a day when I have class for 4 hours straight, and bad days in the caf.&nbsp; There is no greatness in Tuesday except for reminiscing about Monday or looking forward to Thursday.&nbsp; From now, I will blame everything on Tuesday. You should do the same.</p>

<p>Tomorrow, I am riding the bus with the cheerleaders to John Brown.&nbsp; Does it get any better than that?&nbsp; Free ride to the basketball game, actually being at the game, and cheerleaders!&nbsp; Tomorrow will be a glorious, glorious day!</p>

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      <title>Dazed and Confused</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I find it intriguing, if not downright fascinating.&nbsp; One day, I plan on fully comprehending, and then sharing it with others.&nbsp; I will share how one day, one good day, can gather enough steam, neatly package it, and hurl struggles right in my face.&nbsp; Monday was a nice day.&nbsp; Brisk air, pretty snow, and smiling faces marked the day.&nbsp; Suddenly, those smiles were turned into frowns, the snow to ice, and biting winds replaced the cool breeze.&nbsp; Satan has ways to rush bitter wind on us in so many forms, and today, like most, that wind was one that had a choice.&nbsp; This unwelcome soul made sure to make life as difficult as possible for me and my posse.</p>

<p>Tonight, our receptionist was exceptionally rude for no apparent reason, but because he thought that was his job.&nbsp; Our now infamous hall director took our Nerf hoops down, and then took off for the night without an explanation.&nbsp; She did tell our RA that he was going to have to give weekly reports about our behavior.&nbsp; Will someone please remind me when I re-entered 4th grade?&nbsp; Sorry, that&#8217;s not the attitude that Jesus would have, and that&#8217;s what I&#8217;m talking about.&nbsp; A good day was ruined because of my decisions.&nbsp; When I was faced with adversity, I pouted and decided to be mad at the world&#8230;Why am I telling you this?</p>

<p>Today, make the decision to be joyous.&nbsp; Not happy, because happiness is fleeting, but joy is everlasting and nobody can take your joy if you won&#8217;t allow them.&nbsp; Go out of your way to be cordial to people that you can&#8217;t stand.&nbsp; Be the bigger person, and tell them you&#8217;re happy they&#8217;re alive, but leave out the part that you&#8217;re happy because they still have a chance to change.&nbsp; My sarcasm rises up even in a moment of seriousness.&nbsp; Finally, if someone is rude to you, don&#8217;t be like me.&nbsp; Grow up.&nbsp; Know that 1 Cor 10:13 gives you a way out of every temptation.&nbsp; Don&#8217;t let Satan&#8217;s disruptive, bitter wind get you down today.&nbsp; Read the book, we win!</p>

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      <title>It&#8217;s Monday</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the most interesting things I&#8217;ve learned since coming to school is that I&#8217;m considered a southern.&nbsp; I always viewed Oklahoma as a western state, and the winters are nasty every year.&nbsp; Still, I&#8217;m am considered to be from the south, and that&#8217;s fine by me because I much prefer 108 to 13.&nbsp; I say all that to point out that this Monday has been a NORTHERN Monday.&nbsp; The high today was a crisp 31 degrees, snow covered the ground, and the wind was a non-factor.&nbsp; I must say that it really, really was a tremendous day outside.&nbsp; If only the wind would never blow again, I could handle the chilly days.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the wind is at Gael force most days.</p>

<p>Tonight holds an extremely interesting evening&#8230;studying. I took myself a small mid-winter break, and caused me to fall behind on school work.&nbsp; The blame rests wholly on my shoulders, but there are only two OC games this week, and I&#8217;ve sworn myself off high school games for a while, which should make for quality free time.&nbsp; A moment of randomness, listen to music.&nbsp; It doesn&#8217;t matter what kind, how loud, or where, just listen.&nbsp; Music makes everything better.</p>

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      <title>Snowy, Sleepy Sunday</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As you may or may not know, it&#8217;s snowing here.&nbsp; Wrong, I lied.&nbsp; It is sleeting here, and for all of you who aren&#8217;t so blessed, allow me to expound.&nbsp; Sleet is a mixture of ice, snow, and rain coming together to make a conglomeration that is lethal to senior citizens hips, and everybody&#8217;s vehicles.&nbsp; Driving around in snow is one thing, but when it&#8217;s sleeting, it builds up on the windshield, which is only compounds the problem of slick roads.&nbsp; Let us just say, sleet is a glorious, glorious creation.&nbsp; </p>

<p>In light of this, several times of worship were cancelled, so I went with my roommates and their group to the church in Edmond.&nbsp; We ended up at the Wellington Manor, which is an old-folks home where my roommate Daniel led singing.&nbsp; I really enjoying going to worship at retirement centers and the like because the people there are super-appreciative.&nbsp; After that, we came back and did a bunch of nothing since all evening worship times were cancelled.&nbsp; To entertain ourselves, we got a a couple Nerf hoops and taped them to the wall.&nbsp; This portion of the post is dedicated to my grandpa and my uncle Hoop who made me into the incredible Nerf basketball player that I&#8217;ve become.&nbsp; If you know my family, you know how competitive we are, and can imagine how intense the games at 1718 S. 3rd got.&nbsp; I used to get abused by Hoop, but today, I returned the favor.&nbsp; I had the winning bucket in every game, with one 360 jam!&nbsp; Great day!</p>

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      <title>Sorry, Saturday</title>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I feel that it&#8217;s at least mildly appropriate to find a way to spell Saturday using the letters L-A-Z-Y because my laziness on this day is sickening.&nbsp; I do absoutely nothing productive on my Saturdays, and in those rare events that I do something, it is late in the day.&nbsp; Today was no different.&nbsp; I woke up at 1:30 this afternoon, that&#8217;s right 1:30 PM.&nbsp; The only reason I woke up then was because my buddy Brian had called me and wanted to go to the Botannical Gardens downtown.&nbsp; One nice thing about OC is that, although we aren&#8217;t in the middle of the city, we are close enough to get downtown to a major city in 10 minutes.&nbsp; After I slowly got up, we were off to the Gardens.</p>

<p>Brian brought his girlfriend and brother, as well as our mutual friend Allison.&nbsp; It was a great time, and there were plenty of pictures taken, just none by me.&nbsp; If I can get one of the two ladies to send me a few, I&#8217;ll be sure to put them up.&nbsp; I was supposed to go to watch my dad coach his basketball team today, but the roads were icy and I didn&#8217;t feel like messing with that today.&nbsp; I did go to a basketball game with Brian and company.&nbsp; Overall, today was a bum day, and I have homework, which means Sunday CAN&#8217;T be a bum day.&nbsp; That means I must be off to bed.</p>

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Usually Thursday is when I can&#8217;t wait for the day to be over even though there are tremendous happenings every Thursday.&nbsp; From Agape, where you go and right encouragement notes, to OC basketball, to Refuge, Thursdays are always busy days.&nbsp; For some reason, I never appreciate them enough, instead, I wait and long for Fridays.&nbsp; This particular Thursday was not the case at all.&nbsp; Classes went well, I made a 100 on my Macro quiz.&nbsp; We had a basketball game, which always makes my day, and we played St. Greg&#8217;s which is just icing on the cake. They&#8217;re terrible.&nbsp; We put the boots to them like we should and it was quite enjoyable.</p>

<p>After that, I had another date with Shannon, actually, I shouldn&#8217;t call it a date because it wasn&#8217;t really a date. I&#8217;m not sure what it was to be honest, but it was a good time.&nbsp; We went to Refuge, and my buddy Brian Lair was speaking.&nbsp; He does a good job, and spoke about something that I&#8217;ve heard a million times and is a really simple subject, but can&#8217;t seem to master.&nbsp; It was good to hear if from him because he&#8217;s somebody I can connect with and have a ton of respect for.&nbsp; He talked about how we treat each other, and how all too often we dog each other when we should build people up.&nbsp; After that, we were off to eat.</p>

<p>We went to IHOP and she brought Connect 4 and Guess Who.&nbsp; It was so much fun!&nbsp; That was one of the worst sentences every typed, but I&#8217;m not sure how else to explain it.&nbsp; I had an absolutely wonderful time for FOUR hours playing Connect 4 and Guess Who in IHOP.&nbsp; My roommates took late extensions and showed up out of nowhere which made the night that much more exciting.&nbsp; After she couldn&#8217;t sit down from having her rear repeatedly kicked in Connect 4 (I won 8 of the last 9, the one I lost was a cat), we left IHOP at 3:30 to end the evening.&nbsp; Good, good times.</p>

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday was interesting to say the least.&nbsp; Let us start with my student ID.&nbsp; I thought that I had left mine in Stillwater last week so I had to buy a new one and spend the time getting it encoded and things like that on Monday.&nbsp; Then, I began digging in my wallet, and there was my old rusty student ID.&nbsp; I&#8217;m such an idiot sometimes.&nbsp; I had looked through my wallet at least three times and couldn&#8217;t find it, but it there it was.</p>

<p>The reason I was looking in my wallet was because I needed my social security card.&nbsp; They had to have it so that my Montana friends and me could sign up to give plasma.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve been told that giving plasma is unethical, but I&#8217;m not sure how.&nbsp; I give how blood all time, and never expect anything but a neat t-shirt for it.&nbsp; Plasma is different in that they use it to make medicine and other products that companies use as profit.&nbsp; The Oklahoma Blood Institue, Red Cross, and any other group that does blood drives are non-profit organizations that aren&#8217;t trying to get rich off me donating blood.&nbsp; Plasma services are, but again I digress.&nbsp; At any rate, I didn&#8217;t end up donating because the two I was with had been piereced in the last year and couldn&#8217;t donate.&nbsp; It was probably good that I didn&#8217;t give so I&#8217;d have my senses for later that evening.</p>

<p>At Bible class, my friend Beth Hewitt and a guy sat down next to me.&nbsp; I didn&#8217;t recognize the guy who I introduced myself and he told me that his name was Rick, he was from Scotland, and he knew me.&nbsp; He said he read this blog, thought it was funny, and was one of the deciding factors in him coming here! I think he was lying just to make me feel good, but that made my day for sure.&nbsp; He&#8217;s on the golf team, and now I&#8217;m a BIG golf support and hope Rick brings home the National Championship.&nbsp; That has given me the motivation to keep doing this everyday!&nbsp; Now, macro homework is calling so I must be gone.</p>

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in junior high, and even in high school people would send each other little Val-a-grams that suckers, or other candy on them, wishing them a happy Valentine&#8217;s Day.&nbsp; Well, I didn&#8217;t get any of those yesterday, but I did get an orange Crush from my friend-to-the-end Brittany, and I had a date.&nbsp; Since it was WPA I got asked out and didn&#8217;t have to make any plans or anyhthing, it was grand.&nbsp; Shannon Wheeler, who cheers for OC.&nbsp; Well she&#8217;s a cheerleader.&nbsp; Had to make it more specific because I cheer for OC, but I&#8217;m not a cheerleader by any means, but I digress.&nbsp; She&#8217;s the one who asked me out.&nbsp; </p>

<p>She was real sweet and wanted to open the door for me, but the door was locked and she was so incredibly embarrassed.&nbsp; I tried to be mature about it, and not laugh, but it was really funny.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t know her all that well, so that was a nice ice-breaker.&nbsp; Then we went to the dollar movies, which were supposed to be free, but they tried to make us pay.&nbsp; She gave the guy her credit card and he said they only took cash and the movie we wanted to see was sold out.&nbsp; Again, she was super embarrassed, but it was completely okay because stuff like that happens to me on a daily basis.&nbsp; I paid for it, and then we snuck into the movie we wanted to watch, I know, we&#8217;re such rebels!</p>

<p>To end the date, we went to the always romantic Taco Bell.&nbsp; HA.&nbsp; I can&#8217;t believe I just typed romantic as an adjective for Taco Bell.&nbsp; Actually, it was pretty neat because she picked it out, and any girl who PICKS Taco Bell is cool in my book, so definite brownie points on that one.&nbsp; When I got back to the dorm, we had an Anti-Valentine&#8217;s Day party.&nbsp; It was nice, and my bud Alan from Flint Hills Christian Camp came to visit.&nbsp; Tuesday was a great day, and I didn&#8217;t even watch a basketball game.</p>

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