So it is 1 in the morning and I am wide awake thanks to sleeping 15 hours last night...thank you Tylenol PM! I know this blogging thing is pretty much old school now, but I have been wide awake with nothing to do so I decided to read through my some of my old posts. It was hilarious to remember some things over the past two years. In another sense, it was also really neat to see how much has changed. From getting my wisdom teeth out to getting my license and finding a first job, so much has gone on in two years! They went so quick too...every post I read felt like I wrote it yesterday. This summer is going to fly by and I will be in college! It is just crazy how fast life is moving!
-That is my very deep thought at one in the morning haha. I WOULD have people to call now but everyone is in Savannah! :(
Monday, June 09, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Adulthood.
Today is a significant day in the blogosphere. Jordan Cornett is making her initial post as an adult. The age eighteen is an incredibly enchanting number. The era has come to detach the training wheels and embark on blogging with an adult-like comportment. I have left my juvenile ways behind, never to revisit. Death to posts on Hannah Montana. Away with the central processing unit’s program “paint.” Henceforth, only intellectually stimulating posts will attain the wall of “JorCor.”
Actually, I give up. I tried really hard but that paragraph took entirely too long. So if you are looking for a mature blog I would press the big “X” button in the top left corner now. Thanks.
If not…let me tell you about being eighteen:
1. If I kill someone I am in BIG trouble.
2. I can buy cigarettes.
3. I can buy a lottery ticket.
4. I can order that abs machine off of the infomercial finally.
5. I can legally get kicked out of my house...
I think though if I chose either of 1-4, number five might just become a reality. So pretty much being an adult means nothing to me. Bummer.
Actually, I give up. I tried really hard but that paragraph took entirely too long. So if you are looking for a mature blog I would press the big “X” button in the top left corner now. Thanks.
If not…let me tell you about being eighteen:
1. If I kill someone I am in BIG trouble.
2. I can buy cigarettes.
3. I can buy a lottery ticket.
4. I can order that abs machine off of the infomercial finally.
5. I can legally get kicked out of my house...
I think though if I chose either of 1-4, number five might just become a reality. So pretty much being an adult means nothing to me. Bummer.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Pet Peeves
1. Saying "good" when it should be "well."
2. Black and navy together.
3. Uneven eyeliner.
4. Texting when you are sitting three feet away from the person...
5. Serious talks through text or IM.
6. Busy work.
7. When your handwriting changes half way through a page.
8. Gold and silver together.
9. Brothers.
10. Eraser smudges.
11. People that walk slow/yell in the hallways.
12. When people make fun of Hannah Montana!
13. Too much make-up.
14.When people touch you with their feet...gross.
15. Dirty windshields.
16. When someone tells you they have a secret and then says "never mind."
17. Grocery carts with one bad wheel or any other non-working parts.
18. When the subject of the conversation revolves around "He/she said X on my Facebook Wall!"
19. When someone changes the channel from your show to ESPN when you look away for two seconds.
20. When commercials are ten times louder than the show.
21.Being put on the speakerphone without warning.
22. Loud nose blowing.
23. Dropping my cell phone.
24. When boys spit.
25. Not knowing how to end a post!
2. Black and navy together.
3. Uneven eyeliner.
4. Texting when you are sitting three feet away from the person...
5. Serious talks through text or IM.
6. Busy work.
7. When your handwriting changes half way through a page.
8. Gold and silver together.
9. Brothers.
10. Eraser smudges.
11. People that walk slow/yell in the hallways.
12. When people make fun of Hannah Montana!
13. Too much make-up.
14.When people touch you with their feet...gross.
15. Dirty windshields.
16. When someone tells you they have a secret and then says "never mind."
17. Grocery carts with one bad wheel or any other non-working parts.
18. When the subject of the conversation revolves around "He/she said X on my Facebook Wall!"
19. When someone changes the channel from your show to ESPN when you look away for two seconds.
20. When commercials are ten times louder than the show.
21.Being put on the speakerphone without warning.
22. Loud nose blowing.
23. Dropping my cell phone.
24. When boys spit.
25. Not knowing how to end a post!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tell Me You Love Me(Part 2)
This is the second near-death experience I have been fortunate enough to live and blog about(see http://jordancor.blogspot.com/2007/01/tell-me-you-love-me.html). Adam's ridiculous post about popcorn and fire alarms actually made me think of the subject!
It was a regular day in the halls of Henry Clay high school. It was the start of second hour and I was just dragging into class...I was tired, ok? Anyways, right when I got in the room and put my stuff down the fire alarm went off. These “drills” happen all the time so I wasn't too quick to get up as I was still half way asleep. Frustrated, the class slowly began to exit the room.
I was just thrilled when we walked outside where it was pouring rain. Thinking we would only be out there a few minutes, I handed my friend my coat since she had short sleeves on. An HOUR later, I decided that was a bad idea…
Now soaking wet, we were all a little peeved. I just thought a student pulled it and we had to wait for the firemen to inspect. Suddenly fingers started raising to point up to the hallway window. Black smoke consumed it! I was awe struck! My I-Pod was definitely still in the room! I guess that probably wasn’t the first thing to think about but I’m being honest.
Everyone now a little scared, our teachers got the bright idea to move us into the gym since it isn’t connected to the building. Wonderful. I’m so glad the Henry Clay staff can think of such a convenient plan an hour after we have been freezing in the rain.
Here we waited another hour. No Heredity class! Eventually we were informed that someone lit toilet paper on fire in the bathroom and it burnt out into the hallway but the firement took care of it. Sweet.
Oh, and of course there is a moral to the story. Don’t skip school. Because if you do decide to sleep in and then come to class late, someone may decide to put the school on fire and then you may become a suspect because you were in the hallway at the time. I’m innocent until proven guilty at least!
So that is how I survived the Henry Clay Toilet Paper Fire. I was an inch away from death once again! So…tell me you love me!!
It was a regular day in the halls of Henry Clay high school. It was the start of second hour and I was just dragging into class...I was tired, ok? Anyways, right when I got in the room and put my stuff down the fire alarm went off. These “drills” happen all the time so I wasn't too quick to get up as I was still half way asleep. Frustrated, the class slowly began to exit the room.
I was just thrilled when we walked outside where it was pouring rain. Thinking we would only be out there a few minutes, I handed my friend my coat since she had short sleeves on. An HOUR later, I decided that was a bad idea…
Now soaking wet, we were all a little peeved. I just thought a student pulled it and we had to wait for the firemen to inspect. Suddenly fingers started raising to point up to the hallway window. Black smoke consumed it! I was awe struck! My I-Pod was definitely still in the room! I guess that probably wasn’t the first thing to think about but I’m being honest.
Everyone now a little scared, our teachers got the bright idea to move us into the gym since it isn’t connected to the building. Wonderful. I’m so glad the Henry Clay staff can think of such a convenient plan an hour after we have been freezing in the rain.
Here we waited another hour. No Heredity class! Eventually we were informed that someone lit toilet paper on fire in the bathroom and it burnt out into the hallway but the firement took care of it. Sweet.
Oh, and of course there is a moral to the story. Don’t skip school. Because if you do decide to sleep in and then come to class late, someone may decide to put the school on fire and then you may become a suspect because you were in the hallway at the time. I’m innocent until proven guilty at least!
So that is how I survived the Henry Clay Toilet Paper Fire. I was an inch away from death once again! So…tell me you love me!!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Passion D.C.!!
WOW. There is absolutely no other way to start a post about my weekend in D.C. WOW. God showed me some amazing things and I can’t help but share them. I don’t know how or where to start but I’m just going to jump right in!
I had a fuller picture of who God is this weekend than I have ever had in my life. It is funny how you can grow up in church your entire life and hear the same things a million times but suddenly after years of hearing it, it just…clicks. The most elementary truths were made so alive to me. God is our Dad…duh, right!? My three year old brother can tell you that. I knew that but this weekend I was closer to understanding how powerful that is than ever. In prayers, I call Him “Father” but I never really focused on how amazing that truly is. Before I pictured Him as a powerful God and in my mind I knew that the relationship was personal and he cared about every area of my life. I knew he came to die for my sins. I knew that I was the reason He had to die. I didn’t often look at Him as my FATHER though. My FATHER came to die for my sins. I was the reason my FATHER had to die. My FATHER cares about every area of my life…and my Father is GOD. Wow. So that is all obvious to you, I know…but it really hit me hard. When I mess up, which is constant, I don’t just stand before a condemning God anymore. I stand before a loving Dad. He is The Creator, The Healer, The Peacemaker, The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, The Rock, The Redeemer, The Great Provider, The Strong Tower, The Holy One…and My Daddy. Before the words “the Father” didn’t mean “My Daddy.” It just was another way to say God. God, THE Father. My Father. Wow.
It made me realize just how forgiving He is. Duh, again. After this weekend I realize that he truly does forget my mistakes. I am God’s daughter…you are God’s child. As his children, He pours his love on us. I don’t know if you are with me, but so many times I ask for forgiveness for something, and I ask…and I ask…and I ask. This weekend I finally heard God scream “Give it up, Jordan! It’s forgiven. It’s gone! If you stop harping on your mistakes and start focusing on your decisions TODAY I can do so much more with you!”
This weekend I saw a bigger picture of God. What is so cool about it to me is that I didn’t just get “revived” like other retreats, I learned more. Being reminded and revived is necessary, but it is great to know I found something that isn’t going to fade. Yeah, the picture of My God, My Father…My forgiving Father may be hard to see sometimes, but I know now that He is all of those things…and I can’t forget it. It made my worship experience this weekend unlike any other. I felt like I got rid of the “baggage” that Francis Chan talked about. I saw my Dad and I could worship Him with the realization that no matter what I am His and I am forgiven. With that realization I could come before His throne and see Him. It was a piece of Heaven on earth. WOW!
Luke 11:11-13
11"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"
I had a fuller picture of who God is this weekend than I have ever had in my life. It is funny how you can grow up in church your entire life and hear the same things a million times but suddenly after years of hearing it, it just…clicks. The most elementary truths were made so alive to me. God is our Dad…duh, right!? My three year old brother can tell you that. I knew that but this weekend I was closer to understanding how powerful that is than ever. In prayers, I call Him “Father” but I never really focused on how amazing that truly is. Before I pictured Him as a powerful God and in my mind I knew that the relationship was personal and he cared about every area of my life. I knew he came to die for my sins. I knew that I was the reason He had to die. I didn’t often look at Him as my FATHER though. My FATHER came to die for my sins. I was the reason my FATHER had to die. My FATHER cares about every area of my life…and my Father is GOD. Wow. So that is all obvious to you, I know…but it really hit me hard. When I mess up, which is constant, I don’t just stand before a condemning God anymore. I stand before a loving Dad. He is The Creator, The Healer, The Peacemaker, The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, The Rock, The Redeemer, The Great Provider, The Strong Tower, The Holy One…and My Daddy. Before the words “the Father” didn’t mean “My Daddy.” It just was another way to say God. God, THE Father. My Father. Wow.
It made me realize just how forgiving He is. Duh, again. After this weekend I realize that he truly does forget my mistakes. I am God’s daughter…you are God’s child. As his children, He pours his love on us. I don’t know if you are with me, but so many times I ask for forgiveness for something, and I ask…and I ask…and I ask. This weekend I finally heard God scream “Give it up, Jordan! It’s forgiven. It’s gone! If you stop harping on your mistakes and start focusing on your decisions TODAY I can do so much more with you!”
This weekend I saw a bigger picture of God. What is so cool about it to me is that I didn’t just get “revived” like other retreats, I learned more. Being reminded and revived is necessary, but it is great to know I found something that isn’t going to fade. Yeah, the picture of My God, My Father…My forgiving Father may be hard to see sometimes, but I know now that He is all of those things…and I can’t forget it. It made my worship experience this weekend unlike any other. I felt like I got rid of the “baggage” that Francis Chan talked about. I saw my Dad and I could worship Him with the realization that no matter what I am His and I am forgiven. With that realization I could come before His throne and see Him. It was a piece of Heaven on earth. WOW!
Luke 11:11-13
11"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? 13If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"
Thursday, February 21, 2008
10 Don'ts From This Week
1. Don’t run outside in flip flops when it is covered in ice.
2. Don’t cover up Jerry Ball's deer mounted on the wall with a blanket...even if you can't stand to look at poor ole' Bambi.
3. Don’t try to beat your parents in an argument...you always lose even if you are right!
4. Don't let your parents know about Facebook...they may make their own......
5. Don’t sync your I-Pod on someone else's computer when it is gonna erase all your previous songs. Urgh.
6. Don’t think just because the kid is five he can't beat you up.
7. Don’t leave your bag unattended to when Sammi Ball is in the house.
8. Don’t sing to Hannah Montana when you don't know who is watching.
9. Don’t joke around with new middle schoolers on the softball team...they might think you are serious and cry.
10.Don't eat a cookie out of the box in Kroger's even if you are going to buy them...it is apparently stealing still. Oops.
I'm pretty much a failure.
*Chelsea Ball thinks headaches are contagious
2. Don’t cover up Jerry Ball's deer mounted on the wall with a blanket...even if you can't stand to look at poor ole' Bambi.
3. Don’t try to beat your parents in an argument...you always lose even if you are right!
4. Don't let your parents know about Facebook...they may make their own......
5. Don’t sync your I-Pod on someone else's computer when it is gonna erase all your previous songs. Urgh.
6. Don’t think just because the kid is five he can't beat you up.
7. Don’t leave your bag unattended to when Sammi Ball is in the house.
8. Don’t sing to Hannah Montana when you don't know who is watching.
9. Don’t joke around with new middle schoolers on the softball team...they might think you are serious and cry.
10.Don't eat a cookie out of the box in Kroger's even if you are going to buy them...it is apparently stealing still. Oops.
I'm pretty much a failure.
*Chelsea Ball thinks headaches are contagious
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