soul dance

Now forever Yours I'll stand
in love never to end-
to call You more than Lord;
Glorious friend.
So I'll throw my life upon all that You are
because I know You gave it all for me.
When all else fades my soul will dance with You
where the love lasts forever.

You can't be serious.

The jubliation is gone.
I just found out that I have to write another paper over Thanksgiving break for the same class that I've be a slave to for the past two weekends.
Grrrrrr.
So much for that feeling of relief.

Dear God,
I'm asking you again.
Either hook me up to marry this kid,
or stop showing me how awesome he is.
Actually, don't stop.
Because I like it.
I know you're laughing right now,
your hopeful daughter

Wait. I just got back from Chapel. And not only did we have an incredible potluck, we also had a message on giving thanks in all circumstances.
So I will do so.
I am thankful that I am 3/4 done with Comp II.
I am thankful that God has gifited me in the area of writing, even when I feel like I'm terrible.
I am thankful that though this class is dreadful, it is pretty interesting, and I'm doing pretty well.

I am thankful for the male gender.
I am thankful for my attraction to the male gender.
I am thankful for the boy you have recently brought into my life, although he is not the boy that I have put on a pedestal.
I am thankful for the boy that I have put on a pedestal, because he encourages me and makes me laugh, and will make a good husband to somebody someday, even if it isn't me.

The end.

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I'm so happy I could sprint across this campus.
AHHHH!
Writing for 6 straight hours will make you loopy.
The end of that 6th straight hour will make you enthusiastically jubilant.
I am twirling in circles around the room I haven't left all day.
Hooray!

Friends and Frustration

Nope.
The English Passion has not returned.
Because it is causing me to spend my Saturday night writing 3 essays and editing a paper,
I'm pretty sick of Composition II.
This is making me miserable.
I need Thanksgiving break.
Now.

On a more optimistic note, I got to see my best friend and another close friend today, both of whom I hadn't seen since July!
All the more increasing my need for Thanksgiving break.

I wish my homework would complete itself.
2 days. PTL.

I need a (Thanksgiving) Break

It's only 11:15, and I am way tired.
Which is not cool, because although I've been productive, I still have a lot to accompish tonight.

I'm starting to slightly fret about grades...

I have a roommate for Fall Semester of '09...
and this makes me really happy. :)

There's a boy...
and I'm still not sure how this makes me feel.
I didn't ask for it, but I'm not complaining either.
Being pursed is an odd feeling.
I'm not used to it, and I'm not sure how to react to it in my current situation.
Not to mention my still-remaining 9 months of temporary celibacy.
Huh.
Only two people really read this blog, and I know both of their reactions.
Sam is slightly excited for me and thinking, "Mmm. Man..."
Abby is thinking, "Georgia, you're a freak."
I have no room to argue with either reaction.

Wishing my life away...

I-40 beckons.
Best friends, family, Branson, and Christmas music call my name.

8 days of papers, tests, and group projects is WAY too long.

Dear favorite holiday,
Please hurry.

Where for art thou, English Passion?

One paper down, one to go!
I finally finished my paper on Romeo and Juliet, and for the first time all semester, I'm actually pretty pleased with my work. It's not superfantastic, but I think it's pretty good.

It's crazy how different college is from high school. In high school, I would get done with a big paper or an essay, proofread it, and think, "Dang I'm good!" Then, I would get the paper back with an A+, and repeat the same words again. I always loved my writing like a proud Momma loves her children.

Well, apparently that changed once I enrolled in Comp II. My professor is great, but sometimes I think she's impossible to please, and she hasn't yet given us any input on our work, or even given us back our old papers. About a month ago, I wrote a paper themed on insecurity of girls based on two short stories. I thought, "Man, I work at Brookhill. I'm an expert on insecurity. I'll knock this outta the water." Well, by the time I had sent in my second draft, I was sick of the stupid paper, and I still have no idea how I did on it.

For the past month or so, I've gotten so burnt out on English and writing, which is NOT cool, considering it's the backbone of my major. However, yesterday, my professor told me and two other people to see her after class, where she informed us that because we so darn good and put forth so much effort, we had been exempt from all further discussion question homework for the semester, and we would recieve 100% for that portion of our grade.
Sweet.
Maybe I'm not in such a rut after all.
I had no itention for this post to be so long.
I guess I'm just really enthusiastic to NOT be writing stylistically, or about how Romeo and Juliet are ignorant fools.
It's nice.

Well, now that I've written 6 pages on tragic young death, I'm off to write 10 pages about genocide in Africa...even more uplifting.

Oh sweet temptation,
you will make or break me.

Tradition?

Apparently it is my new tradition to only post on Sunday nights.

I could write about how one of my good friends won Tech Idol, or how Tech Homecoming festivities are pretty lame, or how camping on Mt. Nebo in freezing temperatures is fantastic, or about how I've finally found a church I really like, or about how crazy this week is going to be. But I won't talk about these things, because I'm listening to Shawn McDonald, and he's making me sleepy.

This is the earliest I've gone to bed in a long time. How cool.
And I don't feel gulity, because I was productive this afternoon.
Ohhh yeahhh.

Holy Shmoly

Life was not this crazy 24 hours ago.
I am suddenly in need of an all-nighter.
But, I have to drive home tomorrow night, and the combination of an all-nighter hangover with dark interstates and being alone for 2 hours in a motor vehicle does not sound like the safest situation.

So, I'll pull an all-nighter at home tomorrow night.
Wait, no, I have to drive back to Russellville the next morning.
See above paragraph, minus the dark part.

I see no possible solution.
Yay college.