Sick of blogging.

I'm over it, and I'm only halfway. And I missed yesterday. Not a good sign.

By the time I get home for Thanksgiving, it will have been over three months since I've seen my parents, and over three and a half since I've been home. This is the longest I've been away from home in my life (I think), and I can't think of a time when I've gone three solid months without seeing anyone in my family (unless you count my two handsome cousins).

So, I'm excited to go home and lay around for a few days. And eat some pie.

Although it would be way better if Upsa were going to be there.

Oh, the irony.

If you were having a sleepover and you and your friends were playing Truth or Dare, and you were dared to go into Target and steal something in order to be in the In Crowd...Could you do it?

Cuz that's what I did tonight.

On accident.

We weren't having a sleepover, and we weren't playing Truth or Dare. We were just in Target. And I wanted a jacket. So... I walked out of the store without paying for it.

I got all the way back to campus before I realized it.

The weird thing is, it was so easy. Do people steal stuff from Target all the time? I could take whatever I wanted, as long as it didn't have the little plastic security thing on it.

And also, something I would be terrified to do on purpose, I did on accident.

Life is so weird sometimes.

I Love to Burp

It's 9:30 and all my homework is done! Almost. How strange.

I promise that tomorrow I will blog about something interesting and introspective and intelligent and enticing and entertaining and... interior?

The Asbury Soccer team won the conference championship and they get to advance to the next round but I'm sad because my friends are leaving again, for Mississippi (or Alabama). It's a catch-22, really. If only all the games could be home games.

My throat hurts. And I'm achy. I hope I have swine flu.

You heard me. That's how stressful school is right now. I would rather be quarantined in my room and be likened to a pig than have to go to classes and do everything required of me.

We're listening to "Under the Sea" and Anna was paying attention to the names of the fish that Sebastian talks about, and she asked a very good question:

"What's a sturgeon?"

Well, my friends, it seems that a sturgeon is (ahem) "the common name used for some 26 species of fish in the family Acipenseridae, including the genera Acipenser, Huso, Scaphirhynchus and Pseudoscaphirhynchus."

In other words, it is a terrifying-looking fish that I would not want to encounter at ALL if I was snorkeling. According to the song, he and the ray "get the urge an' start to play." As for myself (and for the sake of the rhyme scheme), I would get the urge to swim away.

"If you forget to blog one day,

blog twice the next day."

Isn't that how the old adage goes?

I really don't have time to say anything except that I'm not giving up on NoBluPhoMer (as someone once called it) just because I missed one silly day. Who cares about November 11 anyway? I'm just kidding. I love the Armed Forces. And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.

I have an Econ test in 45 minutes. So a toodleoo until after that.

Group Naps

Ever since Deej and I rearranged our beds, we have had several group naps.

Naps are an essential part of the college experience.

Being with people is very important for the soul.

Combining the two is just plain therapeutic.

Waking up to the faces of your friends after an hour-long snoozle, and steamrolling them until they all wake up, and then saying, "HEY, let's watch a movie since we don't have any homework or anything else to do!" That's just a perfect afternoon.

Not that it will ever happen, since I am quite overwhelmed with schoolwork and other things right now. But, one day it will. Right?

Also, if any of the Dixie Chicks are reading this, your music consistently makes me feel better. Long Time Gone (do you italicize song titles? I'm mad at myself for not knowing) chases away my college blues every single time.

That's probably not what I should say. I'm probably supposed to say that when I feel bad I listen to It Is Well, or some Jeff and Kibbie hits like All Around The World (which I recently and proudly discovered I know every word to) and All My Praise, but that would be a lie. There is a time and place for those. But Heartbreak Town, Easy Silence and There's Your Trouble are my feel-good music.

I want to to go to sleep.

This day failed as a valuable part of my life. I could have gone without it and been very happy. Even for a Monday, it was pretty rough.

I have nothing redeeming to say, except that there is only an hour left in this day. And I have really good friends who know how to make me feel better.

So there.

Oh, and we're having a sleepover tonight. Those are fun. College is fun.

Except for today.

Day Eight

I really wanted to give you guys a good blog to keep you coming back, something inspirational, something hilarious, something thought-provoking. But alas, I have a story due for Fiction Writing tomorrow, and it has sucked all the proverbial juices out of my creativity.

It's true though, that even if this class hasn't improved my actual creativity, it has definitely increased my ability to channel what little creativity I have.

I feel like the only thing I talk about on my blog is not having anything to blog about, and this class. Let's change the subject.

I do not recommend going to a small christian school if you were sick of drama in high school. Sometimes, I still feel like I'm surrounded by sixteen-year-olds.

And now I bring you a segment called:

Random Pictures From My Phone

Last night, my roommate and I rearranged our room at one am. Unfortunately, the way we put our beds didn't leave us enough room for us to actually sit at our desks. But it didn't stop my studious roommate from doing homework...

Just kidding. That picture was staged. Gotcha! We moved them into a more feng shui position. That's not how I wanted to spell that, believe me.

I tried to convince Jenelle to buy this attractive shirt at Goodwill...
She said no. She had the perfect belt to go with it, too! She may or may not have used the handicapped fitting room.

This is my friend Taylor. She's from Georgia so we get along. She hurt her ankle and had to ride one of these things around Wal-Mart.

It was funny.

My friends and I did a photo shoot. Needless to say, this picture is not from my phone.

The ginkgo tree at the Seminary is perfect for taking girly posed pictures. And my friends are perfect for taking pictures in general. So it works out.

Fall Variety Show

I'm sitting in Akers Auditorium right now, waiting for my turn to rehearse for the show tonight. Right now the only screamo band at Asbury is doing their run-through, and it's really funny to see them in all their glory, shredding their guitars and banging all sorts of cymbals and making all sorts of yelling noises In front of... the organ pipes. Yeah, you can perform scary punk music at Asbury, but you sure can't look cool doing it.

I think a girl is about to lip-sync to High School Musical. That's more like it, Asbury.

I'll let you know how the show goes. It's James and I together, so how bad can it go?

Oh gosh.