Really and Truly Done

It feels weird. A little too weird.


I'm done. Finished with my undergraduate degree. Completely done. But something is still nagging me, telling me that something is going to go wrong, that I didn't pass this one class or pay this fine or write this paper. I'm sure I'm graduating without a hitch, but I'm still nervous about it, and I think I will be until the calligraphy-clad paper is in my hands.


On a completely different note, I think this semester ended quite well. The one and only Dr. Jerry Fliger took our Senior Seminar class out to eat in Atlanta. We went to "Fire of Brazil," and it was INCREDIBLE. The food was DELICIOUS, the company was great, and it was so much fun.

Afterwards we also went to play a game I had never heard of called "Whirly Ball," and I must say it is one of the most fun games I've ever heard. It is basically bumper cars plus lacrosse, and it was a blast!

Odds and Ends

The MPAA. I despise this organization full of unelected people who make decisions on how movies should be rated. And guess what they're going to be after next? Cigarette Smokers. That's right. Sorry screenwriters. If you're character is a smoker, you're going to have to change that. Forget your own storytelling and how the story is supposed to be, this group wants to dictate smoking as well. This makes me sick. Their arbitrary decisions on how movies need to be in order to get a certain rating based upon the ideas of a few people needs to stop. It's garbage.





And did you know the divorce rate isn't as bad as everyone thinks it is? There are multiple theories for the reasons for that, but it's still interesting.

Despite the fact of passing, this has been one crazy hectic day, and my long and sometimes brutal journey towards the light on the hill that we call "graduation," I still have a short but rocky route ahead of me. I still have random papers to complete, and hours to tally. Addresses to find, budgets to create, bills to pay, memories to reflect upon.


This has been a rough semester, mostly because of the amount of things to do. I've taken 18 hours of classes plus an internship, been planning for a wedding, and working two jobs. I don't know how it's happened, but I'm getting there. I've felt more antisocial than I've ever been, and I've been more antisocial than I thought I could ever handle. But I've survived. Who would have thought, but sometimes, just sometimesI enjoy it. I'm pretty shocked that I can even say that.

I'm still overwhelmed with work that I don't think it's quite hit me that I'm graduating. I don't know when I'm finally going to slow down long enough to realize it.

I PASSED

Holy crap I passed. I guess I overworry, or overreact. But I passed.

You'll probably see me much more lighthearted. :-D

Where There's Smoke, There's Arcade Fire

Last nights The National/Arcade Fire was a swell evening to combat this relatively crummy week I've had so far.

Mitch Hedberg, Jr.

This dude Demetri Martin is a pretty stinkin' funny guy.

If you have emusic, look him up.

What We Call The News.

This pretty much hits the nail on the head.

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A Week Observed

These past weeks have been some of the craziest of my life.

I can't believe it's almost finished and I'm probably going to graduate. Believe me, I've had my doubts. I doubted a whole lot.

This past Friday I had my orals for the School of Communication. I passed everything, except, ironically, the Mass Comm. part. Luckily, it's just three or four questions that I have to retake this Wednesday.

The same Friday I had a pretty hefty paper due for History of Theology.



And recently I've been feeling pretty sick. It seems this past week more times than not i've been taking some sort of medicine to combat this intense headache and neck ache. (I wonder why we can combine "head" and "ache" to create one word, but not "neck" and "ache")



I hate these posts where they're pretty much just comprised of complaints. Here's an old editorial I wrote a long time ago. Many of you probably know, that I do in fact own a cell phone now.

“Okay, so, who doesn’t own a cellphone?”

I would reluctantly have to raise my hand. It is true that I am one of the few still not in the droves of used airwaves and low signals. In the past I was fine with that. When cell phones became first introduced I laughed it away like other unnecessary commodities of living—much like automatic toilet flushers, peanut butter and jelly in the same jar, microwavable dinners, candle snuffers, instant coffee (which never really is that fast), and so on. I reduced cellular phones to nothing more than a fad and never thought I would ever think of needing one.

Now, of course, while working not only here in Toccoa but at a restaurant an hour away, and having school here at TFC, there are so many times where I need a phone, but have to go home or to work simply to use one. There is nothing more annoying than having to drive home to simply use the phone and nothing more.

For now, while I lack a cell phone, I have reverted to answering my wallet. If a phone rings nearby, or everyone around me is chatting on a phone, I pull out my wallet and “answer” it—in order to feel special, like one of the gang.

Yes, I am that pathetic.

Despite needing a cell phone, I still have my reservations. Although I did not see the movie, and neither did many of America, the movie Cellular has gotten me rethinking my needs for a cellular phone. What if, by some odd chance, I get a call from a lady who is about to be killed? I already have enough stress with school and work and life.

A much smaller problem I would have with it is the fact of just figuring the thing out. I have little knowledge of the actual methods of using a cell phone, and I am pretty illiterate when I try to borrow a friend’s phone. I even remember a similar circumstance where a friend rushed up to me to show off his new phone. It was one of those phones with a keyboard and one that plays all of those cool games and so on. He went on and on about all of the features. I finally get around to asking him how the phone works, and his simple response is, “Oh, uh, I don’t know.”

Another problem I would have is with the ringtones. There are so many different sound and songs that you can hear, telling you to answer the phone, but sometimes I fear that I would have difficulty answering, given the song that may be playing. If I had my ringtone to any song by Switchfoot, I fear that I would rather listen to the song than actually answer the phone. I would be too awed by the music, that any desire to see who was calling would escape me.

I guess all in all it is a very good idea to have a cellular phone handy in case of emergencies. I just have to get past all of my weakness to admit that I am more materialistic that I would like and need one.

Where am I going with this article? Ladies, please stop calling my wallet.

Nature and the Wreck

Hey guys.

If you can, be praying for Beth and my sister, Rebecca. Both were in a small car accident yesterday on their way to World Relief. This person rear-ended the crap out of them. Both are okay, just really banged up and sore. And the Honda is now missing a trunk. Only pictures can do justice.

But Beth and Rebecca have positive outlook on things; it was a bonding experience for them. :-)





Also, why do birds have weird names? I just noticed some incredibly strange bird names yesterday:

Red-breasted Nuthatch.
Crested Titmouse.



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Most Amazing Basketball Shot EVER

You have GOT to be kidding me...... this is incredible.