Bogged Down

This weekend wrapped up pretty well.  Pretty darn well.  Unfortunately I haven't been able to enjoy it at all because of my 311 midterm.  I've turned it in and it's still bothering me.  I rewrote it maybe 6 times.  I didn't find myself pressed for space (he said we should be) so that worries me more.  It was not hard to fit into three pages.  I know I missed a lot of points.  I just couldn't get it straight.  So many sources seemed to say different things about the same thing.  I thought it was going to be fun.  It wasn't.   This is probably my fault.  I probably wasn't prepared.  I know I wasn't.

Gal.  Today has been the worst day of the year yet perhaps.  My head is throbbing.  and I think I'm slightly feverish.

When I can get that midterm, and the midterm in 307 I have tomorrow out of my head, I remember this weekend pretty fondly.

This has not, so far, been the quarter of my emergence as an adult.  The first week was good.  And then...the last three weeks, even without facebook, just...were terrible failures.  If I'm looking just at productivity the curve between the last 20 days and today is a full 90 degree cliff.  and the place is just...terribly messy.  Worse than ever perhaps.  But I'm pretty lugubrious. about these things.  I could spend a whole 'nother day cleaning up around here though.  But I really can't afford to this week at least.  310 essay is due Saturday at midnight, and I haven't begun to think about that.  We start the Canterbury Tales (in middle English) on Thursday, and my objective based midterm for 311 is also Thursday.  I'm advised to memorize his Powerpoint lecture notes.  So that will be my Tuesday evening and Wednesday, interspersed with some reading on Korea.  (I hoped to write my paper on this weeks theme in 310, which is the Korean Peninsula...but I am already a day behind on these weeks reading...).

Easter.  Easter service good.  Easter evening.  a bit of a blur.  Saturday.  Beautiful.  "A Serious Man."  Terrible.  Good Friday service...interesting.  Intimate?

My hair is currently faux-hawked up.  I just went insane after spending 5 hours making zero progress on that 311 midterm and plastered my hair with that moose...stuff. (Mousse? I don't know.) 

Dave Snodgrass posted an article on the higher education "bubble" in America.  My gears are grinding for sure...how is it that higher education costs outpace inflation by 651 points?

I don't know what to do but keep trudging on for this quarter right now.  But.  The more I read about the future the less time I think I want to spend in school.  I guess that's a testament to me being more about appetite than passion after all.  I don't want to be an old dude settling down.  I want to spend more than half my twenties building a family more than anything.  I don't know how to accomplish that practically though.  and I don't exactly have someone waiting to build it with me either.

I'm losing sight of the Cross.  On the day after Easter.  Well.  I'm smiling now at least.

I've got a chance to wake up early tomorrow and make it a better day than today.  So.  15 minutes later.  and I actually feel...pretty good.

I'm pretty upset.  Because that camera dated all of my pictures wrong I deleted all of my pictures from Canada.  But I still have this...

Currently listening: "Misty...", Copeland, Count Basie, "You make my dreams come true,"  David Crowder...passing from the C's into the D's.

Oh this is fun!

Sort've.  I've posted about this piece at least 3 times before this, but I found a video of it with the sheet music scrolling past, which is awesome to watch.  It's the BYU recording, which is...more full. but less dramatic than the Polyphony one in my opinion.  Look at that 18 part swell...snap (forgive for maybe trying a little too hard to sound cool/smart/cultured).

Picking up the pieces...

"It is but a shadow and a thought that you love."

GC was good.  Great even. probably the best I've been too.

To be continued...face ripping...tangled/pride and prejudice.  (too remind myself).  I'm tired. and. not feeling this right now.  Tomorrow night though.  Get ready.

Stretchiness explained!

So I know a lot of you have seen my apparently abnormally stretchy skin.  I'm pretty sure I have this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ehlers-danlos

At least mildly.  I've got a lot of systems at least...starting with just the stretchy skin, which is picture perfect if you scroll through the page and look back at me. My join flexibility.  I wouldn't call myself double jointed really, but my legs and arms...they are pretty...extendable.  How I've sat/slept in the weirdest of positions.  My shoulders dislocating and relocating so many times, and so easily.  My hips feeling like they're going to dislocate. Easy bruising, paleness, crowded teeth, no earlobes! Velvety. Smooth. Skin.  On the slightly hypochondriac side of things: my early onset arthritis!  It even covers my lethargy and...interesting digestive history.  Ok.  I'm not letting it explain my lethargy.  I'm chalking that up to my poor sleep habits.

Good thing is, whether I'm right or not, I'll still live a normal life span.

Today is going to be a good day.  But even if I don't check everything off my list.  I stand upon grace.  Hallelujah.

Thursday.

"...Take me, have Your way.  Though I don't feel you I will believe.  Take me, Lord I pray.  Just have Your way with me."

I guess there's a song for every moment.  I've been feeling really lonely.  All week.  Progressively more so.  It's not due to a lack of good people around me though.

I still feel pretty lost at times.  Not very sure of what I'm doing.  I think that might be one of those things I'll have to do battle with all of my life.

The days go so fast.  Nowadays.  It seems.  Anyways.

I know that the creator of all things cares.  I know that I don't, and will not ever, understand everything I want to.

Looking out houses for next year with Jake, Matt, and Aaron.  All of whom...well.  They have something in common. 

 It's exciting thinking about having multiple bathrooms, possibly my own room, and above all things: a dishwasher.

It's late.  For me.  Goodnight.

Tree 63.  Eric Whitacre.  Yeah.