Overgeneralization...

...it's one of those errors that we talked about in Critical Thinking. Not that I was listening. Overly. I was too busy freaking out the guy next to me. That happens a lot. Not my lack of listening, but my freaking people out. It's a gift. Or a curse, however you want to look at it. I'm just overwhelming.

Aaanyways, I have come to a realization. Athlete's are people too. That sounds terrible, but lemme 'splain. When I came to school I was told over and over, "Stay away from the athletes. Never date an athlete. They're only here for one thing. They don't care about anything but sports."

Surprise! It's not true! Over the past eight months I have encountered variaties of people. And some of the nerdy, normal, and boring people are much worse than some of the athletes. There are some in every crowd. But the more I've gotten to know people, the more I've lost sight of stereotypes. Some of the biggest God-lovers I know are big, buff football players. They have so much more knowledge and insight than most other people I know. It's quite awesome.

I had more, but I got distracted by Land Before Time. Sooo...yeah. Ciao!

To infinity and beyond!

Iiiit's Easter break. Yay! There are approxamately 53 people left on this campus. That I've seen. There's probably another 18 or so in hiding. And by in hiding I mean they haven't left their dorms all weekend. Which is what Roommate and I almost did today. We left to eat and go on a walk. She also took out the trash. With all of that, we've been out the door a combined total of 1 hour and 41 minutes. Give or take.

Yesterday, however, was quiiite exciting. Roommate went ninja, 3rd floor Friend was a pirate, and I was a super hero. I had men's Batman swimming trunks, rainboots, a black mask, and a blue towel cape. And it was awesome. We started our adventures by walking 3 blocks to a men's dorm and hanging out in the lobby. Then we decided it would be a good idea to go to Wendy's. So we did. Some little girls stared at us, and their father told us we were scary. We also had Random Maupin Man with us, he was dressed normally and documented the whole thing for us. The worker lady just looked at us and preceeded to give us student discounts. Then we went and hung out on one of the school signs by the highway, where we got very strange looks. T'was a rather good time.

I have no conclusion, I just thought I'd share our awesomeness with the world. As you were.

Read and React

I love alliteration. I was told that titles should always be capitalized. There you have it. Last week stunk. In just about every way, shape, and form. I honestly spent just about the whole time wallowing in the depths of dispair. I also contemplated quitting my major and becoming a librarian? Why? Because surely even I could handle a job like that. On second thought, I'd probably just catch the library on fire. I KNEW I should have just become an NFL referee. Speaking of which, boys like you a whole lot more when you agree to play Fantasy Football with them. Just saying. They probably won't like me as much once I start beating them. Assuming that there's a season this year. :( Ok, that was waaay off topic. All this to say that once I actually stopped to pray about the project I was working on (redoing for the fourth time, actually) it went fairly well. And I felt a whole lot better about myself and my life. But why didn't I do that in the first place? Because I had never had problems with this before. Because it had never been a big deal. Because I thought I was awesome and could handle it. Because I didn't think God would really be that interested in my temporary, stressed-out, college student problems. Then I was reminded, I'm kind of supposed to talk to Him about this stuff all the time. Because He does care, and He does have time. He is God, after all. Maybe if instead of freaking out, planning to run away to Brazil, or dragging my friends down with my negativity, I should just let Him take care of it. You'd think I'd know this by now. Apparently not. Which is a disappointment. But I guess...live and learn.

*Insert witty song title pertaining to topic*

College days is next weekend. Roommate and I are hosting a potential victim. I mean student. Student. Should be a good time. Although she insists that I take my awesome cemetary pictures off of our door ahead of time so as to avoid freaking out said student from the get go. I don't understand. I'm an expert, leave me to my trade. Welcome Week "training" was this morning. We didn't really train, they just told us how we shouldn't say anything negative about the school so as to coerce unsuspecting freshmen. That's kind of a paraphrase, but it was something to that effect. My fellow group leaders seem to be legit, thankfully. Roommate and I were afraid that we would get stuck with poopy co-workers, because that's usually what happens to us in group projects, class assignments, etc. I have nothing profound to say today. I just thought that on the off chance that someone reads this blog I should probably update it so as to retain interest. Over and out.

Real life?

When I and my friend graduated high school we were all pretty freaked out about starting "real life" out in the "real world." Ha. Now I'm sorry I wasted the energy on it, because it's just going to happen all over again in a few years. College is not real life. College is nice, safe, and tidy. College comes with premade food options three times a day. College comes with maintenance crews. College comes with security patrols. During the day our biggest worries are surviving classes. In the afternoons we are concerned with do we get naps, and just how long can we stay in the faculty parking lot before we get caught? In the evenings the biggest problem is Ihop or movie, and going to bed before three A.M. Somehow I don't think this is real life. Which is totally fine with me. If I could afford it I'd be tempted to become a "professional student." Because with real life comes difficulties and good byes. On a large scale. I realized as soon as I entered college that there will be nothing but weddings and good byes for the next several years (those two things aren't connected BTW). A few friends left last semester, and a few even better friends are leaving after this one. Sometimes I wonder what the point of the relationships is if they are never going to last. But I'm starting to realize that all these encounters make us who we are. Even the brief ones. Each person has something unique to bring to the table, a different take on life. It is these perspectives that keep life interesting. And I like interesting, so I guess I won't become a hermit after all.