Procrastination

  Good news--I'm officially in the Capstone class for next semester.  I had been on the waiting list, but Dr. Varner gave me an instructor's permission paper thingy so I'm in!  I may not be so happy about this next semester, but we'll see.

  Amanda's idiot doctor (Dr. Melinda Steelmon--nobody use her) induced her yesterday for no good reason.  I suspect she wanted Thanksgiving off, which was Amanda's actual due date.  Amanda was in labor for 17 1/2 hours.  She wasn't dilating enough or fast enough, Caden wasn't very far down the birth canal, and things were generally going badly.  When Amanda started running a fever, they started giving her antibiotics, which hopefully made their way to Caden, but that also means Caden's digestion is going to be all messed the first couple of days.  Finally, at about midnight last night they just did a c-section.  I haven't talked to anyone since about 8:30 this morning, but as far as I know they're both doing fine.  I'm just so mad at her doctor.  That poor baby was just not ready yet and she just wanted it to happen on her time table.

*takes some deep breaths*

Campus Crusade for Christ was selling luscious chili, cornbread, and desserts for just 5 bucks today in the Student Union.  It was really good.  It's a fundraiser for the Winter Conference in Ft. Worth.

Tonight is the Twilight Premier!  BJ, Samuel, and I are going to the midnight premier with Renae.  That should be fun.  I don't have very high expectations for the movie, but everyone needs a chance to disengage their brain in a teenage romance flick every now and then.

Tomorrow night and Saturday will be Dickens on the Boulevard!  I'm so excited!  I'm going to freeze half to death, but I'll get to see Jesse and Emily and Melissa and lots of other people that I don't want to leave out!

I've been really bad about procrastinating school work this week.  There are a lot of other things going on in life that are distracting me, I've been highly emotional (read: in a bad mood) this week, I'm burned out on this semester anyway, and none of the assignments are terribly interesting.  So I've been doing a lot of trivial things and some good things (cleaning my desk, cleaning my room) and even sneaking in some pleasure reading and actually getting 8 hours of sleep occassionally.  I need to grow a backbone and just get the rotten semester over with.

Joshua hyperextended his right knee yesterday when he and Sirius collided head on.  He was on a crutch this morning and headed off to the chiropractor, but I had already left for school before they got back.

I need to go to Public Policy class now, which I really don't want to.  After that, I'm working 4-10, doing some shopping and then to the movie.  Hut, hut, hut!

Random Late Night Thoughts

I had no school Friday and will have no school next week, except for Monday. I thought about skipping Monday, but a couple different teachers seem to be expecting that, so have scheduled important things for Monday. I pretty much have them (things scheduled) done, so I'm only working on biology this week so I can take the CLEP Monday or Tuesday.

I'm at Stirling's right now. We went to Dickens on the Boulevard and had a blast. Stirling had never been before. Mama made Naomi a 1890s skirt that she wore with a hat with matching band, a matching necktie and one of my blouses. Mama is making a jacket that matches but didn't have time to finish it in time for tonight.

I was really tickled with how much I got done this weekend, before coming to Stirling's. I read everything I need read for Monday, wrote my persuasive speech outline, put away laundry, cleaned my desk, turned in a research paper, did some heavy duty research for the Perspectives group project, went to the doctor, worked out, packed up and came here with a real load off my mind. The only things I need to do school wise before Monday are writing a wrap-up of some of the reading and typing the speech outline I already wrote.

I'm really hoping to do some visiting during my break. Emily Bethea is in town and I've really missed her. There are several gals that I pass in the halls at school all the time but we never really get to visit so it would be fun to get together with them, too. That list would be Katie and Amy Sova, Sarah Lovin, and Sarah Hanback.

On the subject of friends, I really need to email Haley Williams, Charity Reed, Leslie Branson, and Lucy, and write Uncle Fred, Mercy Cepeda, and Matthew Sutherland.

And of course, I need to call Chera dear.

I got to see Ratatouille this week. It wasn't a Pixar masterpiece, like Monsters or Nemo, but it was very entertaining. Everything Pixar makes is good.

Mr. Orwig gave us some handouts from a different Hebrew text book that really cleared up some grammar questions we had. Mr. Orwig is not terribly happy with the curriculum for this class and will probably change it the next time round. Don't you love being the guinea pig?

I need to start thinking about books for next semester, a job (starting sometime in January), Christmas presents, and about not having to do anything during Christmas break.

I was really discouraged earlier this week with how much I have to do, particularly with how few CLEPs I've taken this semester. I just took a deep breath, looked at what I had done and what I needed to do and found out that it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. I'm feeling very confident about this biology CLEP, which I'll take sometime next week. After that is the Comp II test, which ought to be not-quite-a-breeze-but-definitely-easy. Also, I got several large projects for current classes turned in, went to the Missions tournament, and got a couple nights of good sleep and all of a sudden life looked a lot more manageable. Then, of course, it struck me that I should quit worrying so much about managing life when God can do a lot better job of it.

I have so many wonderful friends, close and far. I love you guys!

Sometimes I'm just overwhelmed with how lost some people are. You always have proof of lostness generally, but some people are just so desperate to get away from God. It's not like they're looking for God and got lost, but like they're buffalo stampeding off cliffs in order not to find God. Nothing seems to even dent the shell they've built around their souls. God's been working on my faith with this. Do I really believe that God can save anyone? Am I trying to reach people in my own strength? There's a convicting aspect, too. Is there anything in my life, visible or not to people around me, that quenches the Spirit or damages my witness?

OK, this has gotten a lot longer than I had planned. Bravo for reading it all the way to the end.

"Peazs are loyal to ze end!"

"There they are, officer!"

"Ze end." *walks off*