Monday Came Around

Sure enough.  Like clockwork.  It was clockwork in fact.  No metaphor needed.

Anyways, welcome back from a...hectic...weekend.

My American authors midterm was very manageable thankfully.  It was one of those beloved "test what you know, not what you don't know" exams, where I was able to sort through a several questions and pick the few I thought I could answer best.  I was quite thankful for this seeing as how I had not had the opportunity to cover all the material I would have liked, and was able to dance around the questions I was not as prepared to answer.

I am going to bed quite early today.  Taking advantage of the fact there is no core, so I can finally get back to what I am wanting to call my regular sleeping hours of 10 or 11ish til 6 am.  I'm going 9 to 11ish til 6am today.

The sun made a glorious appearance for a couple of hours today.  At one point I even felt almost uncomfortably warm sitting next to a window in the library. 

I have just finished, and am still doing some tinkering with my guitar.  I learned the intro tab to "My Savior My God" by Mr. Aaron Schust.  Not-so-surprisingly easy.  Music is another thing I hope to find more time to invest in.  It is sickening to think there's a possibility I spent all that time practicing for nothing besides memories.

We went over some Nietzche today in 313 (and handed in our midterms.  I'm going to say...B+, hopefully A- on that one).  There was one passage where he was describing the absolute insignificance of anything anyone has ever done, or any collective has ever strove for, and here he is...writing...which to me...seems like a pretty...I dunno.  This might come off as a little bit simple of me, but him bothering to write about it makes my irony sensors resonate a bit.  Then there's all that explanation of writing, art, etc being a redemptive illusion that remedies our case of the meaninglessnesses...which.  I guess makes sense.  His proclamation that God is dead (or at least that Mr. Kant banished him from the public sphere) is.  disconcerting.  I'm pretty bought into liberalism and the idea of God not belonging in the sphere of rational inquiry, but...the...incredible...frank/terse/matter-of-factness in the professor's voice when he is saying that God...doesn't exist, isn't allowed in public life, is confined to the box of our personal lives.... made me shiver a little.  I mean.  God is...everything.  and.  Here I am realizing that, I've bought into this too.  I can't use God, faith, to argue anything to anyone in public.  He's not allowed.  Should he be?  I don't know.  I mean.  pffffffffft.........

Parris (East Asia professor) forgot our essays at home.  I was so looking forward to reading the allegedly illegibly inscriptions she says she's scrawled in my margins...seriously.  Bummer.  Well.  Wednesdays will also come around.

I am very nearly finished with all of chapter one in Philippians.  A day or so away from getting through it without glancing at a note card on a regular basis, but the pieces are all in my mind floating around.

Some combination of a grandma, grandpa, sister, and parent is supposed to be visiting me this Saturday morning.  Jake will be gone, and quite possibly Matt as well this weekend though.  Which suits me just as fine as anything I suppose.  (You'll be missed of course...)  Oh we are going to have the most FUN trip to Costco of my life.

I think I'd really much prefer to go to class everyday...

A lot of life feels up in the air right now (more than usual I suppose).  Time to pluck everything out of that air and put it back on the shelf.

Wednesdays I'm going to get down to the Political Science office and finally (try) to declare my second major.  I'm...pleased.

Eye contact.  Confidence.  The only failure is in not trying.  (perfect) practice makes perfect.  All that classic stuff.  It's all still very true.

Sleep walkin', sleep sleep walkin'

Today's Soundtrack:  Edison Glass: Time if Fiction, House of Heroes: Say no more.