God Bless the Cherokee Nation
Geez it is time for an update, it has been years. I don't even know what to write, I'm just so out of the swing of update-ed-ness. Tonight I'm going to a meeting about going to Poland over spring break on a mission's trip. I'm excited, I hope that I get to go, it would be good times. It stopped raining and being freezing (by my standards) here. It hasn't rained since I've been back from Fall break. So I haven't had to wear my snorkel or flippers, or put on my water wings this week. I really should get some water wings, just in case. I'm ready to come home and visit. Fall break was nice, but just made me realize I'm only half way through. I still don't know where I'll roll for Thanksgiving. I'm thinking of heading out into the Ozarks with my rifle and capping me my very own turkey, and bringing it back to the dorm, and plucking it's feather's out, and then naturally making an Indian head dress out of them. Then I could cook my gigantic turkey in the microwave, and eat the entire thing by myself, with my bare hands, like a savage, my body decorated in war paint, as I dance around the room with my hatchet in hand. And I'll probably end up burning someone at the stake, whoever is still around on my floor. But it's not like they had anything worth living for anyway, and it'll make for an exciting weekend. I'll stack up my totem poles in the lobby, and burn all the pale faces I see. I believe these are the activities and principles that lie at the very heart of Thanksgiving.