It’s been a little crazy the last couple of weeks. As mum keeps reminding me, it never slows down. I mean, it’s gotta slow down a little because DANG. My head is still certainly above water, though. Let’s see. What’s been going on lately?
Class is not quite a torrential downpour of crap, but it’s a definite crap storm. Today I wrote my Lit of the American West essay and for some reason it was the hardest essay of my college career. I could NOT get my ideas together and nothing flowed well. I’m hoping for a B+, but it’s only going to come as the result of Hadley’s supreme generosity and hopefully she’s in a good mood. In other news, I think I did pretty well on the second Social Theory essay (may God cause that entire field of research to sink into an oceanic trench). Re: finals- At this point I’m looking at a 10 page paper for Social Theory, a 10 page paper for Readings in Fiction, a 10 page paper for Harlem Renaissance, a research project involving wikipedia for Lit, and a final, non cumulative test for Abnormal Psych. So… it’s not great, but it could definitely be worse.
Life:
Boyfriend is amazing. I’m not sure we’ve had a real fight yet, but we’ve definitely exited the honeymoon phase peaceably, contentedly, and without me growing instantly bored, which is a gorgeous change. God has been very very good to me and I’m 99% sure that I’ve found my other half. I guess we’ll see, right? Meanwhile, here’s some advice: don’t look. I never would’ve seen him if I’d been looking. We found each other, and God used us to save each other. It’s been pretty great. (ok, that’s it, i’m done).
Mum returned from the Philippines all a flurry with action. I catch her excitement easily but I’ve been trying to stay cool. I’m prone to sudden strong ideas– blowing out of the US after school to go work for ICM. Right now that seems great, but I’m going to need to think this through, pray, discuss, etc. And I don’t think I’m goin’ anywhere w/out Spence. But I definitely want to visit, at least.
Bible study ends this week. Sad about that, actually. Women I actually respect and like, who though I have little in common with, I feel safe with and enjoy the company of. Unusual for me.
Staying at Mom’s tonight. Coming back to the house of my earliest memories (I’ve got nothin’ from living in DC) is always a little weird. There’s all the old photos and collections of trinkets– drumstick mom got from the drummer of Big Audio Dynamite, in the puppy mug Ada Ruth sent me for Christmas, next to the ridiculous ceramic statue Matt’s mom gave me for graduation. I still have a Switchfoot poster on the wall (caddy corner the much more awesome Stephane Pompougnac poster for Costes Trois). And my parents are downstairs. It fills me both with security and a vague fear– I don’t want to be too comfortable here. You can go back, but you can’t stay back, you know? (Aaand cue 80s hit by Simple Minds)
Anyway– next week holds it’s set of problems and I’ll ford those rivers when they flood. (Do not try this in Oregon Trail, you never make it). It won’t be too bad, anyway… guess who’s got two thumbs and 12:08am tickets to New Moon?
This bee-yatch.
HS
PS. this is for all of you. doug’s blog (which i read while waiting for spence to text me “home safe”) made me think of metal, which made me think of my preferred glam rock, which made me think of matt givens, which made me think of Skid Row. Which made me post you guys this:
xoxo





