Cookie Jar, eat your heart out.

I just made approximately 125 cookies.
I also can't help but wonder what it would be like to keep them all for myself.

Mr. Mastadon Farm

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I can see their dead weight, just dropping like stones, or small loaves of bread, past my window all the time. But unless I get up, walk across the room, and peer down below, I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight. All these birds, just falling from the ledge like stones.

Now due to a construct in my mind that makes their falling, and their flight, symbolic of my entire existence, it becomes important for me to get up and see their last second curves toward flight. It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their ascent.

-Psev

There was a floor under all that

I cleaned the floor by the door to my apartment yesterday for the first time in a year and a half.
My whole apartment smells like pine-sol now.

Complete protection from the weirdos around campus

Several friends of mine, including Bro and Kettle Head, have an ongoing dialogue regarding the eventuality of a zombie outbreak.  Sure, it might sound ridiculous, but you can never be too prepared.

Last week, Kettle Head got me my very own copy of the Zombie Survival Guide.

This week, marked the beginning of a recurring game on our campus:  Humans vs. Zombies.  

It essentially consists of a bunch of college kids (with somewhat limited social skills) running around with nerf guns and bandanas, shooting each other with said nerf guns, and trying to steal said bandanas.  

For all intents and purposes, it looks like a campus wide version of capture the flag, with modifications.  It looks like it has the potential to be fun, but it lasts for weeks at a time.

I do not play this game.  I have however been caught in the crossfire from the ensuing battles. Because of this, I find the game to be obnoxious and intrusive.  

Hopefully this book has some pointers to help me survive the upcoming weeks.

That exam kicked my ass!

Who hasn't said that before?

This Thursday was the first time that I actually

left an exam and was in physical pain.

I literally got beat up by a physics exam.

Ok, so it was technically the sprints I had to do during the

exam, and not the exam itself that ultimately

lead to my suffering.

I owe a shout out to the cafeteria worker who went out behind the

union and dug through the dumpster to find my formula sheet.

... sick!

At the rate I'm going, I'm NEVER getting married!
... and I'm becoming increasingly at peace with that.
Perhaps not happy, but comfortable with it.

Why am I inclined to think that there's something wrong with this perspective?
Correction: why am I LED to believe that there is something wrong with it?
Spoken or unspoken, where does this social expectation come from?

"Popeye's chicken is freakin awesome!"

Eileen and Larry drove down and took me out to dinner tonight.
On a whim I decided to try the pecan chicken.
Why did I never know how awesome that stuff is?

"The rat got dead so we put her in a box..."

Hazel died last night.
It was not quick and painless.
Peanut still hates me.

Send donations to the Wood Co. Humane Society

Don't wanna end up a cartoon in cartooon graveyard.

I judge people.
Don't we all?
I'm talking about first impressions. Even seeing someone from afar. Is it possible to look at someone without the biases acquired from irrelevant experiences brought to mind by a person's walk, talk, hair, clothes, size, whatever?
I judge people constantly.
I'm ok with it.
I'm not ok with accepting those initial perceptions as fact about a person. I like to think that anyone gets a fair shot with me if they want it. Even a shot at redemption if it's needed. I think that this is where I failed. I'm sorry.

James 2:1-7