Numa Numa and The Screwtape Letters

I have the Numa Numa song stuck in my head. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go to youtube and type in the words 'Numa Numa'.
Then you will know the song.
Unfortunately, my having this song stuck in my head is not a good thing for the rest of you. It's rather an odd song and tends to turn my brain to mush.

Wow, lots of things have been going on lately, which is the reason there haven't been many blogs of late. Which is sad. I would like to thank those people that enjoy reading my blogs by writing more blogs, not less.

Since my last blog (wow, I've said the word 'blog' a lot, sorry.) I’ve been to visit Messiah and Whitworth (in PA and WA respectively) and still don’t know where I’m going. Sigh. God, if you could just paint a big red X on the college you want me to go to, I’d be much obliged. I’ve also been procrastinating about my science project and am now reaping the consequences. King Lear, that long-winded old man, is coming along, but I just may go crazy before we actually get it on stage. “Go after her, she’s desperate.” -------Duke of Albany
And then my birthday is coming up, and I, Hayley Huber, will be eighteen.

Here’s a list of famous people and the things they did when they were eighteen.

Cleopatra was the Queen of Egypt.
George Washington was surveyor of Culpepper County.
Elisha Wood began his role as Frodo in The Lord of the Rings.
Mozart was employed as the court musician by the Prince of Salzburg.

Hmm. I wonder if there are any kingdoms open? Any eligible princes.

Also, God has been revealing Himself to me through Screwtape, from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I aspire to be like Lewis. He not only understood human nature, he understood how to write about it so that others could understand it. While I read, I’m constantly saying, “Hey! That’s exactly how I feel/think/act, but I thought I was the only one who felt/thought/acted that way. Weird. But nice. I’m not as mental as I thought I was.” And more than understanding and depicting human thought and emotion, Lewis understood God to a strong degree. He was able to use his amazing writing prowess to convey this knowledge to those who haven’t yet climbed as far up the godly ladder as he has.
Darn it. I’ve been asked twice in the past two weeks who my heroes are (for college interviews) and I couldn’t for the life of me come up with and answer (well, I did eventually, but only after much perspiring). C.S. Lewis! Duh!
Anyways, I encourage you all to read The Screwtape Letters. It’s a really short read, but it’s really good. And now I must leave you, because my eyes are being fried by the screen.