So I officially finished my first paper since the paper. And you know what? I feel worse about it now than I did before it was finished. No matter, 'cause Stuart is coming tomorrow!


I had a good day. I (almost) finished a paper. I got to listen to music. Things are quite well in this area of the neighborhood.


I'm a wretch. There's just no way around it. I will bounce checks. I will be late to everything. I will miss more than the allowable number of classes. I will have rumpled clothes. I will miss the back of my head when I do my hair. I will talk to people longer than they want to talk to me. I will fail at pretty much everything I try my hand.

I thought Jesus had taught me this lesson last year. Then I thought I had learned it last semester. Maybe not so much . . . 'cause I'm learning it again. Let me clarify that this is not me complaining. This is me being ok with not being perfect. There is something comforting that comes with the realization that you will never be on top of things, or even in the middle of things. It makes it alot easier to hand them over to Jesus/Daddy/Holy Spirit.
The Vanderbilt Hustler had an article about Wilco today! Sure, it was about Summer Teeth, a CD I have never heard, but it was still exciting to see Jeff Tweedy's name in print (not to say that I would not be excited about the other members' names being in print) in the same publication as sorority advertisements. I wish I had a lot of money so I could go buy a lot of CDs.

CDs I Desire to Purchase:

Radiohead, "OK Computer"
Radiohead, "Kid A"
Jeffrey Foucault, "Miles From the Lightning"
Darrell Scott, "Family Tree"
David Grier, "I've Got the House to Myself"

There are more, to be sure, but those are all that come to mind right now. Just a reminder, my birthday is a scant 190 days away . . .


Jesus, You Are
Jesus, You Were
Jesus, You Will Always Be

If Jesus knows the resolution and he's not worried, maybe I should do the same.


Somehow I neglected to post yesterday, which is tragic because I had a really really really great day.

Today, I didn't really do anything.

I am trying to decide what exactly I want to say on my blog in the future. I don't want to just post the summation of the day, but I don't want to talk about all the things that go on inside my head either. The first is boring and the second is kinda self-glorifying.


Jessica Simpson is probably the most fortunate girl in the entire world. I hope my husband puts up with me half as much as Nick Lachey does with her. I would have punched her a long time ago.


God gave David some hopeless complaining time, so here's mine:

"Alas! Why does man boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent in the brute; it only renders them more necessary beings. If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows, and a chance word or scene that the word may convey to us."

Jesus gives invasive freedom. I'm a waitin' for an invasion . . .

(If you can name the book that the quote came from, I'll send you something in the mail.)


I posted earlier today but somehow it didn't make to the blog.

Here's what I think I said:

I had a very good day. It's windy and freezing, but I don't mind. It's like someone is praying for me or somethin' . . .


I have completed my first scholastic assignment of the semester and it feels dang good. PTL the Lord.
A neutral day, today was.

I am trying so hard to think of something to say. Hmm . . .

Here are the things I thought of after twenty minutes of watching VHI Goes Inside: South Park: thank the Lord I have friends


Go look at this.


Ugh. I feel like I've been run over by a big ole truck all day. A truck with those chains for snow. I pray it gets better. Right now I just want to go home. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Good things groans are translated by Jesus. Or is it the Holy Spirit? Either way . . .


I have recently been introduced to itunes. It's like Christmas everyday.

First day of classes today wasn't so bad. I am feeling more hopeful about the semester.

Things Currently in My Refridgerator:

String Cheese
Oregano-Lemon-Garlic Hummus
Yogurt Drinks
Bottled Water
Fruit Cups
V8 Splash


I am terrified of school. I already feel tired all the time, like I did before. And then there's the paper.

I think Jesus intends to deal with me this semester. Change is long overdue. I know I'll be glad once its done, but right now it just weighs real heavy on my heart.


Good Gahlie Miss Mollie, I woke up at 7:30 today. For no reason at all.

Snowing, snowing, it is snowing. It is pretty but I think that topic has been beaten to death so I will go no further.

I don't know what to do with myself. I am unfamiliar with the television before 12:00. I have no pre-established television routine for this portion of the day. So far I have scrambled me some eggs and tried to avoid birthing mother shows.

Deep thoughts. Deep thoughts. I desperately need to change my ways of thinking. There's my thought.


Boys. I know some.


I'm not going to keep track of my sleep. It's clear I'm still sleeping way too much.

I still don't know. I still don't know. I still don't know.


Went to Bed Saturday: 2:00 Woke Up Sunday: 9:30 No Naps Sunday

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.


Went to Bed Yesterday: 3:00 Woke Up Today: 1:15 No Naps Today

If, by chance, you are wandering Winston-Salem and stumble into Las Estrellas, keep on stumblin' buddy.


I have a webshots account now. Go see yourself.
Went to Bed Friday: ? Woke Up Saturday: ? Naps?
Went to Bed Saturday: ? Woke Up Sunday: 10:10 3 Hour Nap Sunday
Went to Bed Sunday: ? Woke Up Monday: ?
Went to Bed Monday: ? Woke Up Tuesday: ? Naps?
Went to Bed Tuesday: 3:30 Woke Up Wednesday: 10:30 No Nap Wednesday
Went to Bed Wednesday: 4:00 Woke Up Thursday: 12:30 One Hour Nap Thursday
Went to Bed Thursday: 2:00 Woke Up Friday: 12:56

I haven't said anything in a whole week. It's hard to keep routines when my mommy is home all day. That's pretty sad, that my schedule is thrown just because I have to accomodate a single person. This does not bode well for marriage . . . or any other activity that involves greater than one (1) persons.

I have offically decided to go back to school second semester. I don't have any where to live yet. Maybe this means I'll get to live off campus.

I have also offically decided that I really really really like new Wilco. Old Wilco is still undecided, but new Wilco is hot. I mean so hot right now. If I had a dog, I would buy it this.

Thorlos are great, but as I was falling down the stairs this morning I began to feel that they could perhaps be improved by little rubber grippies.