As the croc says, "What a stoopid holiday."

As most people that know me know, I love Pearls Before Swine, a comic strip drawn by Stephan Pastis. The past two days, his way of celebrating Valentine's Day has been with the always-entertaining attempts by the crocodiles to kill Zebra. How does that work, you might ask.

Check it out for yourself.

But back to the holiday... it really is horrible, even for people who are involved with a "special someone". It's just ridiculous... there's too much pressure. It makes me feel sorry for men everywhere when the red and pink go up at WalMart just after Christmas stuff comes down every year.

Which brings me to my true source of bitterness: red and pink. Why does everything have to be red and pink, and why do I always have to feel horrible when I do something for someone on Valentine's Day and its not done in pink or red? What kind of holiday is that? It's color-related peer pressure and it's "stoopid".

So there!

Anyway, I'm in class right now. I just got back my first article for my magazine writing class and I did really well. I didn't know if the organization or the style in which I wrote it would fly, but my professor really liked it. And I managed to maintain my objectivity on a topic I'm pretty fired up about most of the time (which is true about my view on the Collegian just about every single day that I bother to actually read it).

I have to get going, though... and think of something creative to do. Or maybe I'll read until my next class starts in ten minutes.

All I know is that I hope I can get out of here early enough to get back to the dorm, iron my dress (because I'm being forced to wear one tonight), shave my legs, and obscure my natural beauty with makeup and a curling iron.

Right. I may not be single, but I agree with the croc.

"You Are Mine"

Everyone has their obsession -
consuming thoughts, consuming time.
They hold high their prized possession
that defines the meaning of their lives

You are mine.

There are objects of affection
that can mesmerize the soul.
There is always one addiction
that just cannot be controlled.

You are mine.

©2006 Mute Math

Five months

Funny how five months is a long time, but it's not. Kind of crazy, no? Back to the grindstone... promise. 'Night.

A stellar combination...

Mute Math and procrastinating. If only that got me good grades.

The concert last night was amazing - Mute Math has so much energy and they deliver a live show like no other band I've ever seen live. And the new album is incredible. "You Are Mine" is... what I hope to have ring true in my life regarding Christ.

I got to see Laura and my parents, as well, which was nice.

But now I'm back in the Fort with a paper and a story to write... not to mention a test to study for.

And no motivation. Definite lack of motivation.

Oh well... It's off to work I go.

Mood: Unmotivated Listening to:Mute Math, MuteMath
Reading: Interview Notes, old issue of the Collegian (blech!)

Guitar picks and obedience

There is such a simple beauty in obedience, especially when it's hard and especially when it's uncomfortable.

There is such a simple beauty in discipline, especially when there are other things we would rather be doing and especially when we hate routine.

There is such a simple beauty in crafting, especially when it works and even more so when it doesn't.

There is such a simple beauty in patience, especially when it is painful and especially when it takes more energy than we would like to give.

There is such a simple beauty in following the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come.

Mood: Peaceful Listening to: The stillness of my room
Reading: Lyrics that need revising (again)