a little bit of this, a little bit of that

Soooo it's been a nice weekend. A good mix of the restful and the crazy after a pretty blah week. Friday night was filled with an open mic that included, but by no means was limited to, karate, ballerinos, meowing, and poetry. And after open mic a cameo appearance at the F*** Hallmark party. There's nothing quite like eating a few anti-valentine's day cards while eating some broken heart-shaped cookies. Saturday morning and even early afternoon consisted of a buttload ton of laundry and studying. Massive quantities of both. Somehow I've managed to accrue enough clothes to last me through the first five weeks of school. Though by Friday night, I was down to the last clean pair of boxers and orange socks. The orange socks are about the equivalent of the blinking fuel light on a car. They're dearly loved, but only make cameo appearances from time to time. After such rest, I spent from 7:30p.m. - 2:45a.m. at Dance Marathon. It's a fundraiser of sorts with tons of dancing, competitions, and fun.

Too much thinking lately. As much as I like thinking, the thoughts of late have been very jaded and closed. That never helps anything. First of all, I've been all to quick to see the bad spots in my life. The things that aren't quite as good as they could be. The friends who don't call. The interviews that don't pay off. The rain that doesn't clear. So, if you so desire, feel free and I would even encourage you to not let me do this. Point out the good things in my life. Tell me about the good things in yours (it helps, it doesn't just make me jealous, I promise).

A nice little surprise today. A friend of friends from Covenant who has transferred to Emory and came to All Souls. So I spent most of lunch talking with her, reminiscing, and seeing how her post-Covenant life has been. Here's a tribute to days gone by.
Friends from freshman year that you got to spend random amounts of time with in later years.
Roommates that have interests completely different from your own (notice the Jackie Chan t-shirt, yeah, he was obsessed) and the ensuing Your Momma Wednesdays and dance party Sunday nights in the room. The kinds of friends you can't help but spend lots and lots of time with. Camp, school, you can't get away, and yet you don't really want to.