The Myth & The Majesty

The oddity of this week is astounding. Let's start from the beginning. I woke up Sunday morning in my sleeping bag on the deck of the main lodge of a church camp out in the Hills. (That was a horrible sentence of prepositional phrases.) It was all weird from there on. Monday started with the 7AM prayer meeting, at which I finally appeared (first time for everything!). Classes were only strange because I had finished all homework that was actually collected. My lab group was then in the computer lab until 12:30AM finishing our memo. Blechh. Tuesday morning was standard lab. During my lunch break, Jesse found me and asked if I was going to be around later, which I took to mean he wanted to chat ... but that hasn't happened yet. After that, I had lunch with Katie and got to really talk to her for the first time since her wedding. Awesome. Wednesday appeared normal. Classes were classes, I spent a little time in the lab trying to weigh my crucibles, and then I hit th

At long last -- I feel relaxed. This hasn't happened since ... oh, I don't know. Last year some time. Sure, I relaxed this summer, but I don't really remember it, and I'm not really talking about that. I'm talking about real relaxation amongst the craziness that is college life. I went on a retreat this last weekend, and as it turns out, it was exactly what I needed. So many questions were answered ... Wow. I feel so free in comparison to where I was last week. Boys aren't dumb. They just act like it sometimes. And I might not have everything figured out, but it'll come to me when it's time. In the meantime, I just have to survive the next two months of class and figure out how to get myself to Russia next summer. Oh yeah -- and don't forget the fun stuff. Ultimate Frisbee, hiking, and of course, spoons. Yay spoons! Yay Matt for being a good sport! For the man who has everything -- a calendar to remind him when payments ar

**Disclaimer: This blog is true.** It was brought to my attention last night that I haven't written in awhile. With that -- well, here I am. There's one problem here. I'm not having a good month. When I'm in a bad mood, I have a much harder time coming up with material. By all means, it's my blog, and I could just sit here and complain for awhile, but I don't see where that would get me exactly. Things have reached the critical stress level here at Tech ... It's starting to get to some people. I've never really noticed it before, but I think reaching year three has definitely aided in opening my eyes. School's got a few less kicks and giggles once you hit a certain point, and I hit that point a month and a half ago, traveling around Mach 5. (There were no other survivors.) A large mass of dressed up students were viewed exiting the chemistry building recently post-presentations, only to reappear an hour later wearing their scrubby clothes