Well, here I am after a month as a college student. It's crazy. I could go into detail for hours about everything that's gone on, but I need to sleep. And I think the girls from my floor that I'm sitting with right now may want to go swimming later on...we're in San Diego at one girl's gigantic house right now ( Read more... )

Oops. I think I just matured ( Read more... )

So...this past couple of weeks has been too much for even a writing major to find words for. I guess pictures might help me tell the basics.
A big part of the hoopla revolved around these:


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Prom dress, on sale for 60% off: $67

Having the five people who are waiting to use your dressing room tell you you look gorgeous: priceless

Damage to 2003 Chevy Silverado from accidental rear-ending: $114+

Finding out that the nice guy you hit lives a couple of blocks away from you: priceless

Biola University housing deposit: $250

Finding out right ( Read more... )

Do I really have finals next week?  And then I'm done?

No more psycho[chiatrist] professors?
No more waking up at 8:30 for 8 am classes?  
No more cow heart dissection photo shoots?
No more rush-hour traffic on I-95 with the minivan?
No more teacher-given examples of "class-action suits" involving Viagra?  
No more 2 am IM discussions with SoCal friends ( Read more... )

Ahhh, sometimes I just can't stop eating up lyrics like chocolate...or, since they don't give a high, maybe drinking them in like a hot cup of tea...or maybe I should just stop trying to make food analogies.

Oh, I love what I can convince you of
‘Cause I’m a prophet by trade
and a salesman by blood
Now I’m dying just to be
a filtered, sub-cultural ( Read more... )

"Thank you" is nothing in the face of death by a broken heart.

Words fail me.

All I am left with is:

"Oh, God."

I asked my French teacher whether she thinks in French or English.  She told me that it depends on what she was last doing, or who she was last talking to.  She said she dreams in both, too.  I suppose there's an allegory there somewhere, if we replace "French" with "evil" and "English" with "good"...and no, that wasn't an ethnic slur.

I'm ( Read more... )

I need to stop eating pasta at night.  Otherwise, based on what I learned in Anatomy/Nutrition class, I'll be dead by 30.
On the upside, that means I wouldn't have to finish paying off my student loans before I croak.  Pass the ziti.

I decided to lie in my front yard and stargaze last night.  Irvin next door probably worries for my mental health, but ( Read more... )

The subject line was spoken by Dominick...as a joke.  Then he apologized.  I think it's kind of an unintentional commentary on postmodernism, myself (two five-syllable words in the same sentence, whoo).  Or maybe I just have a fascination with irony.

Anyways, today I had the phone interview with the Biola honors guy--the one that I've been ( Read more... )