I have spent a lot more time lately, listening to Bob Dylan songs. Like, I think I just remembered that we were in love last year, or that at the very least I was in love with him. His music would play in my car and I would really hope that I could hop in a time machine and make him fall in love with me. I would've grown out my hair real pretty, just for him. And I like to think that he would make the best coffee, and always smell like the perfect amount of cigarette smoke. But anyways, I am really loving "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright". There is something beautiful about it that I can't put my finger on. Even as a cover song. I look forward to most Bob Dylan covers, ironically, because no one can really ever do it like him, so they are never boring. It's like listening to a completely different song.

The main point of even writing on here was that I got a new job. God is so good to me, down to answering prayers on the exact day I say them. He knows my heart and where the best place is for me. I am so thrilled to see what happens through this job, how he is glorified, the people I meet, the hours I get to have. I am blessed beyond measure, in every aspect of my life. This year has been a crazy one for me..a lot of changes, good, and bad. But I am able to rest in knowing there is a plan in all of it. I am happy, I am blessed, I am so encouraged right now.

sometimes i forget to live at my own house, and that forgetfulness lasts for something close to a week. but that is alright i guess.

i got to spend yesterday in anticipation of a storm. i skipped my first class because of sleeping, then realized my second one was canceled. THEN when i was about to go to the train, they called me to tell me that the school was closing down. all in all that was nice; i was sent to run errands, and a tree branch fell on top of my car, but there was no visible damage--just audible damage. one day i will find out what all that noise when into destroying. for right now i don't feel the need to stay outdoors long enough to figure it out.

anyways the terrible storm i anticipated never really came, except for two moments when collin was driving around town with the indie backstreet boys (good one, moriah), and me in the car, and in those five or ten minute 'moments' i thought,
yeah, this is bad, and if we crash, what will we tell colorado?
but we all ended up alright, and shivering, inside of living rooms and parking lots, alternating back and forth. i am grateful for all of the people God has put in my life.

i think if i had ample amounts of free time i would always want to watch nature shows on the discovery channel. last night philip and i made it through life: birds, reptiles, and mammals, while everyone else dozed in and out. there are some crazy things in the world.

i like seeing people from my classes last semester, walking around the campus and still looking flustered. sometimes their hair has grown out, but usually they look the same but with new outfits. i always hope that their semester is going well, and that they aren't taking a theory class.

the thing i like about this time in the year is that my hair is finally as long as i want it to be. i also like drinking a lot of tea, and that my classes are almost done. i am sleepy all the time; not tired, but sleepy: loopy, livin' in a dream world. i sometimes don't know what day it is, but luckily i get reminder calls for appointments, but no reminder calls for where my car keys are.

i wrote what i think was my best paper of the semester last night. i really hope my professor agrees with me. we are starting paradise lost after thanksgiving, and i am actually excited about it.

days seem long lately. public transportation. hours of working under flourescents. waiting for the heat to kick in in the mazda. nights of poor sleep. eighty minute classes. missing people, and missing moments. sinus headache. strange movies to be watched. text messages too late at night. roland barthes theory. editing photos. all of a sudden i am down to about one real meal a day, which is weird because i am just not hungry anymore. maybe it was watching food, inc. i've taken to getting chips and salsa as often as i work though, so that gives me something to look forward to. but still, what i am not saying in all of this is that i am unhappy.

thursday thursday. there is a lot on my mind. i want to take a nap and wake up in a different state, where the air is warmer, and there are miles of fields.

"Yes, I think it's an emotion...like joy, or spicy food."
-Veronica Palmer, Better Off Ted

I spent most of all day yesterday in bed, watching that show, which was half great, but also half awful, because of feeling so sick all day. I was able to get up for half an hour at some point and go to the orthodontist, which was encouraging because he is a Christian, and is always asking me about how things are going at the Rock. I also stopped off at the library for foreign film, so that is what I will be doing with the rest of my sick day.

I think what I always write about is school, which is getting old, so let me just say this: that next semester is going to be sixteen credit hours of no life. But I will be getting done sooner, I suppose, so that is a blessing.

Still so much I want to say, but I can't really put it into words. These next few months will be an adventure, in life, in relationship, in art, and in all of the beautiful (and probably hard) things God is teaching me.


Spencer is watching a movie in the other room (he is sick, too), and it keeps singing: "We've got the treasure hunting fever...for LOVE." What does that even mean?

various things i am missing today:

sometimes my mind draws a blank, and i can't write.

except this blank has followed me all the way from spring, so that is weird. i miss having interesting words to mesh together.


days are getting dark real early. i think i would like to live in infinite amounts of summer.

i finally got a good grade on a paper i wrote for my medieval lit. class, so now i feel alright about school. except that i finish one big project, and get a bigger one immediately after. i guess that's what i get for being an english major. my whole life feels like classes now, because of all the procrastinating i did last weekend.


anyways. spencer has started doing this great thing, where, when you are leaving, he will run out the door after you, possibly two or three times, and tell you a joke that he forgot to earlier. it's actually really cute.