I've been listening to The Bay City Roller's song "Saturday Night" off and on all week long (You know the song... S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! Everytime I hear it, I always think of the Mike Myer's movie _So I Married an Axe Murderer_.). It all started on Monday, when I heard Noz' music from the living room: I thought it was this same song, but I was wrong. Turns out, it was some Japanese group saying, "W-A-T-E-R-B-O-Y HEY!" I thought it was funny. I guess the song fits my mood of the week, because I AM looking forward to Saturday night. Woo!

Last night was sock wrestling in Evans Hall. I went as a spectator and cheered on my sister and Nicole, who lost in the last few seconds. I took my video camera to catch all the action. I was thinking that maybe I'd show that footage at Kalee's wedding or something, I don't know. It was intense, though. For all who don't know, sock wrestling is an annual event in Evans lobby. There are mattresses all over the floor and each unit makes up a team. Girls sign up to "wrestle" each other and are assigned matches. You wear tube socks on your arms and legs. The goal is to pull the socks off of the other person while keeping your own intact. The girl who loses her socks first loses, of course. It's really funny to watch. Some of the girls are such big weenies, but some just throw down and go at it. Kalee wanted me to wrestle her last year, but I refused. I'm stronger, but she's meaner, and I'd probably just end up on my back, giggling like a hyena because that's what usually happens. I'm hopeless. What can I say? I'm just too nice.

Yeah right!

I'm listening to Billie Holiday now. Sigh. I'm glad I have such eclectic tastes in music. I always feel bad for people who only like one style of music. You're missing out, folks! Break out of your boxes!

Speaking of boxes, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about mission work and cross-cultural ministries. How does a missionary go about presenting the gospel to a different people group who already have their own beliefs and values? How do you challenge their conceptions of God and talk about Jesus without "imposing" on them? Is there a way to keep from watering down Christianity without making it appear to be just another set of legalistic dos and don'ts? How do we keep from saying, in effect, that you can have this God of ours but only if you take Him in the box we are giving to you? How do you discern what in their beliefs are good and can be used as doors to evangelize, and what is not? Are there redeeming factors in their culture already?

All of those questions are fairly broad and open-ended, and there are no easy answers. Yes, I believe there are absolutes (and to say that there are not absolutes is ridiculous to me, because in saying that, you have just created an absolute.), black and white, but, dang, there is so much left in the gray in-betweens. Limiting thinking strictly to the binary is unwise.

*TANGENT* Haha, I almost just threw in a Doris Lessing quote about "group think." I guess I got caught up on the idea of binary thinking, because the quote I was thinking of has little or nothing to do with the previous paragraph, just group pressures and conformity. You know, "the nub of the problem." Lenses, anyone? Oh, the memories of W131. Hello, Taylor High School friends.

Time for class. Score.

I figured out how to be able to post comments on here today. Blogsopt/Blogger itself doesn't have those capabilities, but thanks to sites like Haloscan, we bloggies get the hizook up. Hopefully this will work.

Doot dee doot, another survey!

Three Things That...

SCARE ME
- Baby carrots
- Bugs, gross.
- Extreme vulnerability, but that's getting better.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
- Grace.
- Salvador Dali's artwork. I think it's amazing, but I don't really comprehend it, if it is even to be comprehended.
- Why people are in such a rush to get married.
I'D LIKE TO LEARN
- To play the guitar
- To read and write in Biblical Greek.
- All about different cultures, especially their perceptions of God.
I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW
- Cherry print pajama pants
- A yellow "Tri-Central Volleyball" t-shirt. I think it is Stroup's?
- A hemp ankle bracelet. It doesn't ever leave my leg.
ARE ON MY DESK
- My computer, etc.
- A small stack of CDs that I haven't put away yet
- Pictures in frames
I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE
- Have sex, preferably with my husband, so I guess I'd like to get married. :)
- Travel and fill up my passport
- "Drop it like it's hot"
DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY
- Humorous
- Eclectic
- Eccentric, according to Janeen, but in a good way.
ARE MY BAD PERSONALITY TRAITS
- Overly independent
- Headstrong, to put it nicely
- In the words of Megan Manning, "Sometimes my thought life needs to be take captive, and then beaten up, not just taken captive."
ARE PARTS OF MY HERITAGE
- Arkansas? haha
- Pruett family Christmas traditions
- Growing up in Christian home
MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME
- I'm inherently shy
- When I'm quiet, it's because I want to be, not because something is necessarily "wrong" with me that day.
- I am a theologian! Thank you, Dr. Bounds.
I SAY THE MOST
- (Insert laughing sounds here)
- Your mom
- Oh, dang.
ARE PLACES I WANT TO GO
- New York City
- Have I mentioned that I just want to travel? Everywhere?!
- Heaven :)
NAMES THAT YOU GO BY
- Keenan, some.
- Seriously, I have more than 40 different nicknames, but for the time being, variants of "Ween" seem to be the most popular.
- My dad calls me Beanie. I like that.
ARE SCREEN NAMES I HAVE OR HAD
- kpruett13
- NeuroticButtface... don't ask about this one :)
- beanage007 (Yahoo Messenger)

Monday. Woo.

Overall, I'd say my day went rather well. I didn't do much worth mentioning, except I fell asleep doing my Spanish reading and took a nice, two hour long snooze.

Other than that, my day was fairly normal. In CED 354, we previewed a few children's videos for use in supplementing lessons. One was aimed at smaller children, but I loved it because I found myself completely engrossed by the film. Who knew that I would really be upset when Hans killed Peter's puppy, Quigley? It was terrible! The girl next to me leaned over and whispered, "How can they show this to little kids?" I do not know, Lizz, I just don't know. We were all thoroughly involved in the film, emotions and everything. I bet it would have been entertaining to walk past the room and see a big group of 20-somethings, eyes fixed to the screen, watching the story of a child in the Swiss Alps, and hearing the outrage that erupted when Peter was pushed off of the cliff along with the laughter when Heidi punched Hans in the nose. She needed to learn forgiveness. :)

Rarely do I laugh like I did tonight. Yes, I laugh often, and about most things, but there are times when I think it might be physically dangerous for me to laugh as hard as I did with Janeen tonight. We were in my living room, making a few small crafts, when I must have gotten my second (or third) wind. It hit me hard. Those times of all-out guffawing are few and far between, but dang, they are so much fun. I like them even more because they usually come out of nowhere and nothing that is said is ever all that funny the next day. Those times are the best. Barry Bland, anyone? See, that's just not funny anymore.

Emode. I love that website. They have some of the most entertaining quizzes. Last year, I took a lot of them. Janeen and I would take them at the same time and compare results, which was always a blast because we could see just how different (and in some cases, similar) we are. For instance, on the "What Type of Shoe are You?" she turned out to be a Loafer and I am a Flip-Flop. Also, on "What is Your True Color?," she is brown (stable, reliable, etc.) and I am yellow (happy, makes people feel comfortable, easy going, etc.). Poor J-Mo. The sad brown loafer. Mwahaha. I'm a happy yellow filppy-flop. Woo! I remember that when I saw her screen said, "You are a... Loafer!" I laughed out loud. Really? And who's "true color" is brown? It's fun to tease her about that. She now has a new nickname because of it: Loafer-Mo.

Hmm... I talk about her a lot more than I do anyone else in here. Oh well.

Elderly men are not attractive to me. Noz has a crush on Dr. Pongracic. Ga-ross. He's not even a cute old guy! He's just... old!! And she really thinks he is hot! We were talking about it again at dinner tonight and she complained that she never sees him on campus anymore, but she sees his wife almost every day. My dear, sweet roommate wants to be a home-wrecker.

Andrew is cool. Me gusta mucho.

Dang. Midterms are next week. Janeen told me that and I wanted to cry. I'm not looking forward to my Spanish one. Blah. It's all essay, which ordinarily isn't a problem, except when you are asked to write a one page answer to something along the lines of, "Explain the significance of Jose Marti's work. Why is it considered revolutionary and what impact did it have on the world at the time of it's publication?" which isn't too far-fetched of a question for a test, except when it all has to be in Spanish and you have NO idea why Senor Marti's work is important in English, let alone trying to explain that in a second language. But then I stop and think, "Keenan, you've been taking Spanish classes for 6 years now. What is your problem? Why do you think you can't do this? Why are you not more fluent than you are? You're taking a class in Hispanic politics and culture, taught in Spanish, for crying out loud!" But I digress. I'm sure I will do fine, but for now, I need to bury myself in my books.

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Dang! What a trio of hot mamas!! The 2nd pic on the slide show is my favorite, because they are together. Nicole (my potential roomie for next year) is on the left, Kalee (my awesome 16-month-older-than-me sister) is in the middle, and Megan (my almost-sister/screaming buddy/Kalee's roomie for the past 2 years) is on the right.

It's amazing how much we all look alike. People always think we are related.

I love these girls.

I'll try that again.

What a weekend!

I went home on Friday with the intention of going to Jeremy's basketball game. On my way home, I turned on my cell phone to find I had a voicemail message from my mom saying that the game had been cancelled. That was too bad, but we ended up going to eat as a family (minus Kalee) then watched _Tombstone_, which is one of the greatest movies of all time. I still don't understand why Val Kilmer didn't win an Oscar for his role as Doc Holiday. I think he was absolutely fabulous in that.

Andrew came over Saturday morning and I highlighted his hair, which turned out nicely. Woo! We went to lunch then watched _The Producers_ at his house. I also learned how to play chess (sort of. He kicked my butt, to be perfectly honest. I think he had 6 of my pieces... I had 2 of his. Next time, he's going down!) and was serenaded by a few piano pieces. All in all, it was a great afternoon. Sigh.

I went to Jeremy's basketball game on Saturday night at Tipton. On the way there, we were plowing through a few snowdrifts and managed to get a piece of snow up in the engine, which knocked off a serpentine belt. It was a learning experience for me, as I learned what, exactly, that stupid little belt controls. Who knew? Anyhoo, after we stopped along the side of the road twice for 10 minutes each, we finally made it to the school, but had to park far away because there was no power steering (courtesy of the belt). It was an adventure, that's for sure. At one point, Dad, Hannah Brown, and I climbed out to try and push the van out of the middle of the road, but to no avail. When the snow is 6 inches deep and you are on an incline, it's a hopeless case.

There were a few families from our church at the game, so after it was over, they all went out to the van and tried to help put the belt back on. Theoretically, changing a belt is a quick process, but only if one has the appropriate tool. Of course, nobody carries one of those bad boys with them, so nothing came of it. It was fun, though, because Josh, Cameron, Robey, Jarren and Tim Stafford, Scott Bogue, Pete Thompson, and Dad were all standing around in the cold, running back and forth between cars trying to find what was needed. Ah, the body of Christ. It made me happy. I love my church.

Speaking of church, I went to both services today. I think it's amazing how I can hear the same message twice and learn different things each time. I also stayed home all day and went to YWAV. I hadn't been since Christmas break, I believe. It was pretty good. At one point, Dad pointed to me and said children are "the result of Godly sex." He proceeded to talk about his sex life, AGAIN. After years of hearing him speak, I have no pride. I don't embarrass at all anymore. Okay, so that's not true, I do get embarrassed, but hardly ever about things he says. Our family is pretty open, which makes me laugh. My friends always comment that the things that are said around my dinner table would NEVER be said in their house. Welcome to the Pruett house, I suppose.

I left my car at home tonight, since the van is still in the parking lot at Tipton High School. Dad's car is ALSO in the shop, getting the clutch fixed on Monday, so my parents were left without a car. That's always fun. So, I came back to campus tonight with Kalee and Meg. I LOVE going places with them, we always have more fun than necessary. We listened to some old stuff that brought back lots of memories from junior high and early high school. We all three sang our heads off and danced around in our seats. Classic. All I can say is "Shorty Swing My Way" makes me smile like nothing else.

Once I got back to my room, I was in the mood to listen to more of the same stuff, so I am. The CD I'm currently playing is a big disappointment, though. It's not very good. I don't know who I got it from or what it is called, because I labeled it simply "#9" (meaning it was the 9th compilation CD somebody else made that I burned. I think.). Note to self: #9 isn't worth your time.