Chalk another one done.

My last full day of classes is done before spring break...I can't wait. I'm thinking about skiing next week...if there is enough snow that is...

I was completely bored in all of my classes...this is no longer out of the ordinary for me now. I handed in my paper on a not very interesting book...Separate from the World...and stayed at school until 1:00 to listen to the author tell about his book and old people debate. (Waste of time) But because I stayed for that extra little class, I don't have to do the essay on the mid-term for English. Maybe it wasn't wasted after all...more like invested. So far no one has posted on my "Question" post...maybe next week...

Late night...again.

Man...I am tired. This morning...I mean yesterday morning, I was supposed to help my pastor move his stuff to Ithaca...so I woke up early...too early, I was up at 7:30. I thought that was good since I needed to be at his house at 8:30 to leave...well I got an hour I will work on my art assignment...oops! Next thing I know my pastor is calling me wondering if I was planning on coming down cause it is 9:15! RATS! So I didn't go...and I wanted too...and was very angry at myself because of that. I spent most of the rest of the day working here at home on stuff around the house and papers.

One thing I learned today was the answer to a question I have had for about 3 months now, "Why arn't my cuts healing as fats as they used too?" I would get a cut and after a day or 2 the cut would be almost completely healed...I do not cover them with band aids, use antiseptics, or other types of medication like Neosporin; but I would have no sign of being cut in 3 days...like a non-mutant Wolverine. But the answer I have come to believe is the correct one is linked directly to the amount of sleep I get. People grow the most when they are sleeping; part of this growing is the growth of new skin cells.

I think this because I have a cut from almost 2 weeks ago when I went ice skating; the cut on my finger is still scabbed over...and not closed up yet. That is the conclusion I have come too. Like all my posts feel free to comment about what you think about this correctional experiment.

The past 2 days...

The Last 2 days have been pretty hectic for me, going to school, coming home, leaving again. But still pretty amazing. Anywaz...I'll start from the beginning-ish.

Friday, 7:30 a.m. start:
My alarm went off on this, until then wonderful day. I woke up and started about my typical Friday routine: devos, breakfast, art project that would be due later that same day...wait, WHAT? I totally forgot about my art project that I needed to get done. Great, I have 5 hours to do it! Except that it is about texture...so you have to do charcoal rubbings, which are VERY messy. I ended up taking up all that time doing that project only to NOT turning it in...I was kinda upset. But that just means I get another week to work on it...and 2 other art projects...and all my other school work...

Saturday:
I ended up not going to bed until early Saturday morning (don't remember what time), I usually don't get tired until about 12:30-ish anywaz...so no surpise there. But I woke up at 7:00 which was annoying cause i could have slept another hour or so. Most of the day (from 9:30 till 5:00) I helped my dad and brother sand the hardwood floors of our house. It was a lot of work...and we were using big power sanders. At 5:00 I started getting ready to go to a concert. "The Bridge" was playing and I could not wait to go see them. The concert was awesome...it really was. They are a great bunch of guys who love the Lord, and want to please Him with their music. I saw my friend's ("His Daughter's") dad there, he is a pastor and very cool guy, he has known Gary Murphee, the guitarist from the band, as I found out, since 1991. Pretty awesome. I got home kinda late...again...and ended up talking her till 12:30-ish...let me correct that...she talked to ME until that time, about going to the Resolve Tour. If you want more on that read her blog...I follow it so the link is easy to find.

School, Tests, and Family

Well today was fun...kinda. Woke up this morning just like every other Tuesday and Thursday to get ready for school at 6:00...but I didn't wake up till 10 till 7:00...and I leave at 7:00...Needless to say, I took a 3 min shower, printed off my paper, brushed my teeth, got a dollar fifty for a drink from the vending machine, and headed out the door with a sweatshirt in my hand...only to find...ITS COLD OUT HERE! And it was; the radio said that it was about 5 degrees Fahrenheit...well below freezing; and I have wet hair and am wearing a t-shirt and jeans in a frozen over truck. My first class was history and incredibly boring because the teacher puts a list of important people, dates, and places on the board and basically reads them of to us. Psychology I had a test in...It wasn't too bad. Kinda easy really, but it still was a test...and in psychology. But I got out of that class early because of the test and worked at the computer lab for 30 min before my English class started. That was not as fun as it had been, but those days come and go.

After getting out of my last class of the day I drove over to Walmart...my "favorite" store...to get some cough meds for my dad, cause he is REALLY sick; and I finally got more pencils, cause I have been out since my first art class of the year when I borrowed a broken mechanical pencil from my friend Brian. I came home to find Jeff exactly where I knew he would be...sitting in front of the XBox playing...you guessed it-Merc 2. But whatever, I had thing I needed to do, like work on my Calc homework and all that fun jazz.

We, me and Jeff, ended up ripping up some carpeting on the stairs leading up to the second floor, as well as the quarter round all the way around the hardwood floors on the main level...it took too long.

I drove my fam over to my grandparents house for dinner tonight where we spend 4 hours...it was fun...we ate dinner, watched some history channel, military channel, and I went down in the basement with my granpa. He had just bought a double barrel .22/.410 O/U that he wanted to show me cause it was the same as mine. I ended up reloading about 100 rounds of shotgun shells on his lil' reloader set he has...its like a 600 Jr. something. I don't know what it is called, but it isn't bad. He shoots lots of trap and skeet and reloads some of the shells, and I reload the rest!

Understand this from an EVOLUTIONARY standpoint...WHAT?!?!?

The title of this entry is what my psychology teacher kept saying...Give me a break! She says she supports science on evolution, but to calmly explain...THERE IS NO SUPPORT IN SCIENCE FOR EVOLUTION!!!! THAT'S WHY IT IS A THEORY!!!! I'm ok now. I did have fun in that class though, though I HATE it dearly...I did get to share my faith as well as stand up for Divine creation...God brought back a lot of stuff I didn't remember from Ken Ham's books, which was VERY helpful (Thank YOU, God!).

That was my high point of the day really, after school I went to Walmart and got some stuff for my mom, I also got some outrageously taxed and priced pop...we are talking a shelf price of 78 cents...that is ridiculous...it used to only cost 65 cents. I bought that so I wouldn't have to keep buying pop from school at $1.50 for a 20 oz., that my friends is a rip off!

I still can not connect to the college server from my house for some strange reason unbeknown to me. Really starting to make my angry...don't worry; I don't throw things...I hit stuff with a baseball bat...like garbage cans, and computers, and other stuff...(its from the movie Fireproof...good movie, watch it!)

After working on my paper again tonight, I picked up my guitar for the first time in 3 days. It really is a great feeling to strum some stuff out and listen to the music. I actually still have the guitar on my lap and in between typing and talking on the phone I pick it up and strum some more.