So This is What it Feels Like

Well this weekend, for maybe the first time since I've been at school this semester, I felt like a college kid, not just a student. This semester has been ridiculous. Last week I had a test/quiz/paper/lap report or something due every day. And then this past week I had an Organic 2 test on Friday, so allll I've done lately is study. For this whole semester, I have been waking up, going to class, going to lunch, doing homework, working out, doing more homework, going to dinner, doing more homework, and going to bed, just to wake up, go to class, etc. the next day. Day in and day out.
Well, I have nothing due this week.
So this weekend, for the first time since spring break, I think, I took a break. I didn't touch my homework yesterday.
And Friday night, upon Virginia's request for her birthday, we went clubbing. It was fun. And funny.
I slept in Saturday morning, ran, went shopping, watched movies, ate good food, laughed, relaxed.
It was definitely much needed.
I know circumstantial changes don't make things better, so I try not to look forward to certain things (like days off, breaks, the summer, etc.) in hopes that they'll magically make everything better and make me happier, but sometimes it is very nice and needed just to relax and have fun, with nothing to worry about. So thank you, Jesus, for this weekend.

Also, I found a new band on my when I was studying. Discovery. I kind of hated their music when I started listening, but after a few songs, I was like "Okk, yeah. I like this." It's weird, techno-ish music, but it's conducive to my studying, so I like it.

So I'm Absentee

Well I'm in the process of applying for an absentee ballot for the upcoming election in November, and on the application, it says, "Remember to include a copy of your identification such as: (a) driver's license, (b) college or university photo identification card, (c) utility bill of voter with voter's name and address, or (d) valid Alabama fishing license."

The first three are reasonable. But a valid fishing license?
That's why you have to love Alabama.

So One Down

PCAT = done.
I'm still alive. Somehow.


Here's a picture that one of my friend's took at the Gauley. It was one of the biggest, and my favorite rapid.

So These are True

Well, I was thinking. And I have a few confessions. These are in no particular order.

(1) When my to-do list is overwhelming, I write down some really easy things on it, just so I can check at least one thing off and feel a little accomplished.

(2) Whenever I see a really dark piece of hair on my head, I pull it out, because I want blonde hair forever.

(3) Whenever I edit pictures of myself, I fill in my dimple.

(4) I love when people say "You've got to be sh*tting me" or describe something as a "sh*t show," but I'm not brave enough to say it myself.

(5) I don't like when people are everywhere, especially in the caf or at the gym, or when I am shopping.

(6) I've jumped in the fountains at Samford. Multiple times.

(7) Chick-flicks are by far my favorite type of movie.

(8) I pee in the shower every time I take a shower.

(9) I also pee in pools.

(10) I think pets are dumb.

So It's Next Week

Well I found these words the other day:

"Destiny has two ways of crushing us - By refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them. But he who only wills what God wills escapes both catastrophes. All things work together for his good." - Elisabeth Elliot

Suffering in our life "...is neither an accident nor a punishment from God but a means by which Christ is becoming known." -Mary Ann Getty.

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Also, I am taking the PCAT in 9 days, and so I've been studying so so much. I thought to myself, "Surely it'll be like the ACT, just bio and chem focused." But no. It is so hard. Ridiculous. So this week I've been reading through my PCAT study book. So many words. On Monday, my eyes were bloodshot because they had read so many words. :C


and

not to be confused with:

So Much Zeal

Welll. I was getting out of my car this night, and I decided to grab some things out of my car so it would be clean in the back seat. One of those things that I grabbed was my hammock from Mexico.

Now I have been reading all day. PCAT. Philippians 1:20-30 commentaries. Chemistry. Micro-bio lab. Words. Lots of words. So my brain is berrry tired.

So I saw my hammock in its bag, where it's been sitting for months. Maybe even years. And I said "I need to sit in that." So naturally I looked around my room for a few minutes, then my eyes rested upon my bed. Under my bed. But small problem: a dresser, several boxes, and a tiny bookshelf lived underneath it.

There was not stopping. I couldn't resist. The next thing I knew, my bed was on the other side of my room, and my dresser and desk moved around. All so my hammock could be under my bed and I could lay in it.

Bunk beds.


For the win.