Our air conditioning's broken and it's 87.2 degrees in here. Yuck. I went to Goodwill's 50%-off sale yesterday and get four denim jackets, about which I am quite excited. i've wanted one of those for fourteen years and never owned one.
Beginning a week from Tuesday, i get to start spending 12 hours a week in school and at least 35 hours doing homework. Oy.
Everything happens on Tuesday nights, and the one thing I'd kind of rather not be doing—MATH 114—is the one I am stuck in.
I'll be taking the bus to school for the first couple of weeks, because I can't take the test in the next eight days. This is exciting and slightly less daunting than driving myself. Adventure! I've been on a train, I've been on a plane, I've been on a number of different horses, and now I'll get to ride a real bus. (And not sleep through the entire experience, which is what I did the one other time I rode the bus.)
I seriously like this audiobook idea people have been suggesting. You can multitask with an audiobook (well, i can multitask with a paper-and-ink book, too, but according to some people, piano lessons and leisure reading aren't meant to go together). I should visit the Kalamazoo library.
We found our long-lost Anberlin CD today! Blueprints for the Black Market. It's been missing for six years, but nobody cared much because I'm the only who likes Anberlin, as of last year. I looked up their Wikipedia article, and apparently they're originally from Kalamazoo. Who knew? (Rhyme. Sorry.)
I am a hobbit. Without the hairy feet and with a much slower metabolism.
Do lots of people get married every year? Or is it just that an unusual amount of "I-Do"-ers seem to be concentrated around my social circles (and those are pretty small circles) this summer? Four people in my church have gotten married in the last two months, and my cousin's engaged (which is slightly creepy, since my life experience with him has been limited mostly to a llama-y poem about how my eyes resemble frying pans and how i have a quick temper).
One would think that if I can effortlessly recall my 14-digit library card number, I would be able to remember the seven digits of my cell phone number. But alas, even after six weeks of owning a phone, I don't.
I get to do lots of cleaning this week. The whole house + my room. Pfft.
I practiced all week and have come to the conclusion that parallel parking is actually easier than angle parking or reverse straight parking. Three years and six weeks of stress, wasted. Ah. At least I won't have it to squander on school, because my stress is already creeping its prickly fingers out the top of my stress-o-meter there; I don't mind not having any stress to spare. But— "...[The Lord] said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you; my power is made perfect in your weaknesses.'" (2 Corinthians 12;9. Yes, I did steal that from my pastor's message this morning.) God is perfectly capable of stuffing those creepy stress fingers down where they belong, which is not in the bottom of my stomach.
Wow, this turned out a much ramblier post than I thought it would be. Much ado about [almost] nothing.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck
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