"sup."

About this time every semester, when the reality of difficult classes sets in, I am befriended by an athlete boy who doesn't know how to study, or in this case, even take notes. (Note: I am not dogging athletes. I wish I was even ever-so-slightly althletic. All I'm saying is I'm noticing a pattern.)

This semester, it's a football player. For a minute there, he had me fooled. "This kid who doesn't even know me is hitting on me through facebook messages." But then I caught on: this tight-end is making freindly small talk because when the first test rolls around, he'll need a study-buddy. How am I so sure of this? I do the exact same thing.

However, I apparently give off the impression that I know what I'm doing in these classes.

If only they knew the truth...

another pointless, too-personal post

You know, I'm a very positive person. I like to look for the hope and beauty in all situations. I'm not a quitter, and I don't easily give up. However, the way I see it, there are a just some circumstances when a girl comes to realize that a relationship with a guy is unquestionably unattainable.

Circumstance #1: He is married.
(He's pretty attractive...so is the wallet portrait of his wife and baby.)

Circumstance #2: He is your blood relative.
(Your dad tells you about this stiking young lad about your age...that he met at your great aunt's funeral.)

Circumstance #3: He is pursuing a career in Preisthood, and has sworn to a life of celibacy.
(Face it. The prettiest girl in the world can't compete with God.)

And finally,

Circumstance #4: One of your best friends likes him, too.
("Would you look at that? Yet another thing we have in common!")


Well, that crush was fun while it lasted.

Dear Vikings, let's be friends.

I am enjoying every minute of this Cowboy defeat.

Every. Minute.

like a morning cloud

"What shall I do with you, O Ephriam?

What shall I do with you, O Judah?

Your love is like a morning cloud,

like dew that goes early away.

Therefore I have hewn them by the prophets;

I have slain them by the words of my mouth,

and my judgement goes forth as the light.

For I desire steadfast love and not sacrifice,

the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings."

Hosea 6:4-6

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Oh, if I could love you with a steadfast love.

dear laurie,

there are very few things left for me in this town.
you are one of them.
i hate that conversation is always cut off
by my driveway--
the drive home is never long enough.
sometimes i wish we could fall in love
like best friends do
in television shows and books and movies.
but no matter how appealing it seems,
i know that somewhere out there
lies an Amy for you
and a Friedrick for me.

advice for males

So, occasionally, when I'm bored, I kind of stalk Bradley Hathaway, because he's like, my soul brother or something.

Found this on his twitter:
"Are you like me and struggle with stanky armpits no matter what you do? Try shaving them. 70% satisfaction gauranteed or your money back."

So my hypothesis that guys smell bad because their deodorant can't properly work due to their hairy pits has been proven.