a doggone night

Please tell me why it takes me 2+ hours to write the same philosophy paper for my Education class that takes my friend Fred an hour and a half to write, and my friend Anna 30- minutes.
And I thought I got it done super-speedy. Two hours is a grand record for me.
Sigh. In the wide words of my father, "Oil Well."

Tonight, I went to see "Hotel for Dogs" with the 11-year-old I mentor.
It was surprisingly less horrible than I thought it would be.
Plus, one of the main dogs was named Georgia. This pretty much made my night.
And Taylor didn't even beat me up tonight. She only kicked me a few times!
What a good night.

I am spending 2/3 of my weekend at home, and I am estatic! I didn't get to spend time with a lot of my friends over Christmas break, so I can't wait to hang out with the boys on Saturday. (I have no female friends in England. Sad, I know.)

I may as well mention that tomorrow is February 4th. I am not necessarily fond of February 4th. And no matter how much I'd like to deny the fact, it's on my mind.

Now off to study for Biology...alright!

Zap!

After going for a walk in the beautiful afternoon, and eating dinner with my friends, my stress was gone, and I was able to successfully call myself a nerd and spend my Saturday night studying at Hastings.

Superbowl night is fun with guys living above and below me. Or should I say, Superbowl night is loud with guys living above and below me. I left our Superbowl party about 30 mintutes after the game started. What can I say. I'm not an NFL person. Plus, I still have tons of studying to do tonight. But this video makes it all ok...

i will not stress. i will not stress.

I need to either run or throw up or cry right now.
I woke up at noon, and I've been "studying" since then, but I seem to have gotten nothing accomplished.
I have so many tests and presentations and projects due next week, and just thinking about how unprepared I am makes me feel sick.

I refuse to make myself vomit,
and apparently, my eyes only allow tears to fall from them once every eigtht months.
Looks like I'm headed to Thone Field.

Dear Dr. Brown,
Please tell me why I watched three people slip and fall on the sidewalks today, and yet we still had class.

Please tell me why the majority of our professors live out of town, and yet we still had class.

Please tell me why schools south of us, such as UA Morrilton and UALR recieved less ice than our area, and yet we still had class.

Please tell me why RUSSELLVILLE School District was closed today, and yet we still had class.

Please tell me why we still had class for the past two days, and yet you have not been here.

What does it take, man??

Dear residents of the third floor,
Seriously, is it that hard to clean the lent tray from the dryers?

what a hora-bile day!

Badminton is easily my new favorite sport.

Today, I learned how to dance the Hora, a traditional Jewish dance originating from Isreal.
I'm not going to lie...it's intense.
I bet Jesus danced the Hora...
I bet he looked a lot better than 20 breathless college students trying to stay connected at the shoulder for 3 long minutes, though. Haha.

Needless to say, after the intense workouts of the gym, the badmiton court, and the dance floor since 6:30 am, I slept from 1:30 to 4:00.
Was it worth it to miss the great weather? Quite possibly.
However, now I have tons to homework to catch up on...

My bible study group is reading through the book of Revelation, which is really cool, because I attended a conference on the End Times last month. I could write a whole entry on my views of this, and perhaps I will soon. But for now, I have to read the entire text of "This We Believe: Successful Schools for Young Adolescents." It's been making me laugh a lot, so far. I'll share a tidbit with you...
"A successful shcool for young adolescents is...a joyful community that promotes in-depth learning and ehances students' physical and emotional well being."
Can you find the oxymoron in this sentence?

a biography of automotives?

I have become insecure in my writing.

I spent 4 hours writing an autobiography today.

I'm not pleased with it.

Not because I'm not pleased with my life story, but because I had no guidelines,

and because I can't fit my life story on five pages double-spaced.

Blah blah blah. My professor will probably be satisfied with it, but I am not.



On another note, the Delta Zetas and trying to recruit me again.

What can I say? I'm a legacy. They want me.

I'm going to some shopping event at Maurices

a.) To please my roommate and

b.) To get a special DZ discount on clothing.



And when I get back, at who knows when, I still have to read/study/do homework.

Woo-hoo!