This semester ended like a firework doused with water. I just sort of fizzled and went out. My brain and body are exhausted, and I am well in need of a break. My last final was a sad affair. I couldn’t push myself any more so I stared off into space for two hours, fumbled my way through the essays and went home. For consolation, Brenton took me out to eat at Chick-fil-a. On the way home we stopped at the book barn and spent our book budget for the year.
Last night was fun. We went to Papacitas with a bunch of people. Afterwards we went to walmart and got sidetracked at the what-a-burger car show. After looking around there, we found our way to walmart. We picked up what we needed and came back to campus. From there we moved our stuff to the village center and watched Independence Day.
This post is sort of rambling, so i will add a few quotes to help you understand my last few weeks at school…
“After Mid-terms, I had to sacrifice the Bible for Chisholm.”
David Eaton
Stan: “”What else would you do with a sheep:
Me: “Well, What I’m thinking of involved cool whip and a weed eater…”
The comment that left Bear Speechless
“Can’t you see Bud Austin in a maid uniform going from door to door knocking and saying ‘housekeeping’?”
fyi “housekeeping” is best said in a very high pitched voice with a foreign accent.
me in an conversation about housing retreats in Thomas hall over the summer
“Cara, we would make a horrible married couple. I’m too stubborn for you, and you’re too slow for me.”
Cara and me discussing the qualities of potential mates
“God is Freaky”
Lily
me: Oh, so you’re that kind of girl.
someone else: a very manly type girl
“Ricky, I think we have thoroughly determined that I am not a man.”
Me to Ricky after I fell on my butt in a ‘man contest’
