And That's The Bell

The numbers have been crunched, compounded, and computed. I aced my finals! Wahoo for the strong finish! and lots and lots and lots of prayer.

Wikipedia. Better Than Cliff’s Notes

So the other day I ended up spending what was supposed to be a five or ten minute stint, which turned into over two and a half hours reading wiki-style. “Wiki-style” reading involves reading an article and then opening up new pages from the hyperlinks on those pages.  I was trying to figure out if certain books, of a trashy early gothic fiction type would be “kosher” to read.  Yes.  I know.  Totally contradictory in terms, but whatevs. After several instances of telling myself that I needed to go to bed, I finally decided to listen. Whilst I was winding down the massive amount of tabs, I realized something.  I now don’t need to read any of these books since in most cases the plot summary or synopsis was sufficient to tell the tale.  So what I’m really trying to say is that I sped read about thirty books in that short time span, skipping most all of the really weird crap and just giving me the good story line which was all I wanted in the first place. Yeah.  I cheated, but at least I can say I won’t be “scared for life” by my own mental pictures. Yeah if you hadn't guessed by now that I'm completely nutso from that statement alone...I'm at a loss.

The Proverbial Emotional B%b

Yesterday evening I went to the ballet to see a good friend perform in the Nutcracker. I was even the picture perfect model of eccentricity. IE the person I usually point out to anyone else I'm with, as in "she's a little bit crazy" it was great. I had gloves and a fur coat and everything silly. My only regret is not having taken a picture of the outfit in its entirety. Although my friend told me that she thought the outfit was awesome. This leads me to another little tangent about how much I love wearing slightly eccentric clothing, not in the "I look like I'm on crack" or "I just pulled this out of the dumpster" although some might argue otherwise (haha). In any event I thoroughly enjoyed their performance despite a few minor idiosyncrasies I happened to notice. In fact I enjoyed the performance so fully that I found myself tearing up twice during a particularly favorite act of mine and wishing I had had the foresight to wear waterproof mascara. Tears did not actually flow forth from my ocular cavities, but I was a little surprised at how moved I was by the performance. Definitely unexpected, but not bad at all. Truly a wonderful moment and night, which inspired reflection and thanks--one of many such moments experienced this past semester--for the wonderful creation that is the human body.

Truth is Truth No Matter Where it Comes From

I recently read this book and at first I thought it was weird and hokey, "but then I pondered, as I so often do" about the possible deeper meanings involved. My friends it was an amazing testimony builder and the more I thought about different parts of the book, the more parallels I was able to draw. I highly recommend it, I read it in a couple of hours ie 1 maybe 2.