Spill Your Dreams to Me and We Can Hide Away

"My church...is pretty bland at first glance. It is a cinder-block bunker situated across the street from a university and up the road from about a hundred other churches. It has the requisite plastic chairs, lame carpet, and bad coffee. In five years I've never had a good cup of coffee there. But I love it. I love the people. And I love the teaching-it's challenging and theologically significant. It's spiritual meat in a world of beer, milk, and philosophical cookies. It's a bubble that I am proud to be a part of, and I am being challenged there in ways that I never thought possible." -Ted Kluck

I love this quote. It resonates exactly with how I feel about my church(except I really enjoy beer, so not that part). The message was so good today, as it is most times. Sigh.

Unbeknownst to All Mankind

I have a completely irrational fear of throwing up in public places. For example, if I'm going to church, I try to not eat anything that has the possibility of making me sick. In class, I always think about possible exit strategies in case I feel the need to hurl chunks. Strange, yes. Irrational, yes. But it's there. It's not keeping me from doing anything, in fact, I just realized that I think about it probably more than most people do.

Moving on, there's a furry on campus. That's when I know that my college is diverse. There's only one, but he's a fox. I saw him running toward the bus, tail flopping.

Lindsey's addition to What Grinds My Gears.
You know what really grinds my gears? When adults today act like my generation has never heard of a cassette tape. They forgot that we had them too. I had a walkman for a long time before I raked(literally, raked leaves) up enough cash to by my first diskman. They ask, "Do you guys, well, you probably don't even remember, but do you guys remember something called a cassette tape?" YES. Yes I do.

High and Mighty

I want to have really strong arms. Strong enough to mix frosting better than I can now.

Cucumber Eyes.

A snuggie is only a robe put on backwards. My robe actually works even better than the snuggie because it has a belt to keep it in place.

TV

As you have probably noticed, television stardom is no longer limited to actors and actresses revolving around a heart wrenching, hilarious or fairly mundane plotline in order to get high ratings. No, nowadays the world is television's little oyster in coming up with reality shows about far too involved families vying for the most outrageous award in their D-list hall of fame.

Reality shows are one thing, but what I've noticed lately is these throwntogetherlastminute shows where girls with nicknames like "hotcat" and "olive martini" fight for the love of a man who, in all truthfulness is just a big tool. The bachelor started things off, and it ended up being popular for fair reasons because it was really the first of its kind. But then Flavor of Love came around with 50 looks 70 Flava. Again, whatever, it was pretty entertaining. But then he got THREE SEASONS. Then FIVE spin offs came from it, four of which are dating ones.

Even with those, fine, I just switch from vH1, but what really got me was the For the Love of Ray Jay. I didn't even know this show existed, much less that it's on the second season. The title credits are as far as I lasted, but they literally explain the entire show. Watch it.

PS The show Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew is about a bunch of sex addicts who live together for 21 days of rehab. The only thing is that they put together a bunch of models and musicians. They weren't even trying with this one.

I'll be your superhero

So since I was sick with 101 degree fever last week, I've become this sort of super smeller. I'm sure you're thinking, "WOW! I'd totally love that!" or, "That's the best super-power I've ever heard of." I know I know, but in all reality, it sucks.

I was just minding my own business, opening a bag of teddy grahams, popped one in my mouth, and all of a sudden it just tasted like fish. So goes this past week of food. Ketchup tasted like chemicals, egg salad tasted like straight sugar and pancakes frankly had no taste at all.

It reminds me of that one episode of Family Guy where they all get these awesome super powers and Meg ends up with just growing her fingernails long. Next time I get a cold, I'm hoping for x-ray vision.

You Are My Sweetest Downfall

This sums up a little conversation I had with Rachelle earlier.

I think I'm going to turn this in with my Operations Management case study.

This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had. Now, I never use this word, but the only way to descripe Friday night was epic. Eleanor's birthday was a blast.
It's really hard to leave every time mostly because I don't know when the next time I'll see everyone again. Laughing that hard just never happens when they're not around.

Summer housing hasn't turned out to be perfect yet. There's a time of about 2 and 1/2 weeks where I have absolutely nowhere to live/put stuff, so I've come up with some ideas:

1. Disguise myself as a couch and try to stay in my apartment right now.
2. Car sleeping. Never quite proves to be as comfortable as you think.
3. Put a moustache on and apply for married people summer apartments.
4. Make a fort.
5. Build a house.
6. Act nonchalant and sleep in the library. If they find me, I'll act just as appalled as they are that they found me.

We'll see how it plays out.