LIES.

Okay, I admit.


I am horrible at predicting the future.




So, I've told a lie. I'M SORRY!!!


So, I'm going to tell the truth. The Foam Cabinet has given me a lovely friend we'll call Tweety Bird. She is going to ask me some questions. I have to tell the truthful answer... because THE TRUTH SHALL SET ME FREE!!!



I wanted to do that whole "Two Truths and a Lie" thing, but the Foam Cabinet is telling me otherwise.




Tweety Bird: Do you like Soccer Boy #13?

Cale Josten (me, in case you didn't know...): Duh.

Tweety Bird: When you see his face, do you get all bubbly inside?

Me: Haha... yes.

Tweety Bird: When you see Soccer Boy #13, what are your usual thoughts?

Me: I have a lot of thoughts, all of which are excellent. For example: "This kid is much more awesome than I could ever be..."

Tweety Bird: This is so fun! You should call him and tell him to read it...

Me: He's going to read it anyway... This post is probably going to be extremely awkward. I don't even know if he'll speak to me after this. But, it's gotta be obvious, right?

Tweety Bird: I think young love is so adorable! I sense he likes you as well. Of course, he's not the dating type, is he? Haha, you're writing down everything I say!

Me: That's the whole point of this post! THE FOAM CABINET MADE ME DO IT!!! (Sorry, Soccer Boy #13...)

Tweety Bird: I guess I'm the Foam Cabinet today, then. 'Cause I made you do it! This is gonna be so exciting!!! *creepy giggles*

Me: I suppose. *laughing hysterically*

Tweety Bird: I guess I'm done. You can do your little closing thing now. (This is creepy... You're, like, writing down EVERYTHING I say...) Cale's in love with Soccer Boy #13!

Me: Woah. I'm too young for that!

Tweety Bird: You're never too young for love...




Now Tweety Bird's talking about my sister. I'll go ahead and close, like she told me to. I must apologize, "Soccer Boy #13", for giving you such an obvious nickname. It was Tweety Bird's idea. And I apologize for publicizing this. Not really... but still. They knew already. Right?


Anyway, once I get my camera chord back, I get to post about none other than...




Kitties!!!






Tweety Bird: Aww! I like that heart! 'Cause it could stand for your big heart, Cale, and then the little heart inside for Soccer Boy #13!

Me: *blushes awkwardly* Um, okay...

Tweety Bird: But, of course, your love is bigger than that. We should call Soccer Boy #13 right now! *smiles*




Sorry, folks. I'm starting to get a little irritated at truth. Oh well. =P

Predicting the Future

I wanted to open the Foam Cabinet yesterday, but I started to watch Forrest Gump... and it was way past midnight....


And I fell asleep!




This is the second time I've watched this movie half-way through, but then fell asleep for the rest of it. I want to see how it ends!!! 








Anyway, I'm going to predict the future for you, for that is what was in the Foam Cabinet this morning:

The
!




As a disclaimer, I must inform you that I do not ACTUALLY know what anyone's exact future holds, including my own. But, with a little thinking, and a big Foam Cabinet... And the God who made it all... anything is possible!




Like a post about predicting the future.












I'm sure you all have heard of that one guy, Harold Egbert Camping? He predicted the end of the world. MORE THAN ONCE!!! And when October 21, 2011 comes, I'll probably be at a football game playing crash cymbals and a xylophone. (My first prediction! Keep count!)


"But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only." -Matthew 24:36 KJV 


My rebellious mind once thought of a loophole around these words. I thought that if every person alive predicted the end of the world on a different day, eventually one man would know!


This is a horrible loophole. God is bigger than the rest of us. We do not have the authority to predict His coming. We just are left with the responsibility of living until He does return, and anticipating it!






With all that said, I am going to eat breakfast today. Why? Because I always eat breakfast. Of course, Jesus could come before I get off this computer, thus making my prediction invalid... 
And "breakfast" for me referrs not only to physical food, but spiritual food. Spiritual food is far more important, as our spirits are immortal. My body will die one day. As my breakfast, I think a few chapters of Job and an Epistle, plus the Proverbs for the day (and an attempt to actually sing along to one of the Psalms of David) should suffice for this morning. I want to do it all! In fact, now I feel guilty for NOT reading before posting! 




My mind will overcome my spirit today. This is a sad truth. It's already happened, and it will happen again. I pray for the cleansing of my mind, so my spirit can be filled! 




I have many more predictions about the future, and I will convey them to the world somehow. But for now, I'm hungry. I shall leave you with this final prediction: The next time I open the Foam Cabinet, I will find kitties.

30th Post

That's right, folks. This is the thirtieth time I've opened the Foam Cabinet AND posted what I saw. Actually, it's probably only the twenty-eighth... Whatever. This is my 30th POST.






If anyone has been in good contact with me over the past few days, they'll know first-hand about what I've found in the Foam Cabinet lately. >=)


A ton of pick-up lines!


I'll share a few that I haven't used yet.


As you read, imagine I'm using them on you.


While two inches in front of your face.


Staring intently into your eyes.


Smelling strongly of your favorite smell.


And reaching out a hand to stroke your arm.


The whole point of this is to make you feel awkward.


Perhaps I'll succeed...



Your eyes are like a microwave; they melt my heart.


I bet you taste like chocolate; 'cause you're so sweet!


Is it a sin that you stole my heart?


Could you touch me? I told my friends I'd be touched by an angel today.


I must be a rain drop, because I've fallen for you.


If the stars in the universe vanished every time I thought of you, there'd be none left right now.


Hey can I have some raisins? How about a date?


I'd like to prick you with a pin... to see if you really do bleed sunshine.


Hey... there's something wrong with my eyes! I just can't get them off you...






I could go on. ;)

But I won't.

I'll just have to see what the Foam Cabinet has for me tomorrow.