Darn you!

For 'taking the weekend off,' I got much more accomplished than I should have.

*I read Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince in it's entirety this weekend.

*I polished my experiment for Experimental Psychology. I am ready to test my subjects now (bwu ha Ha ha Ha...).

*I studied for my Abnormal Psychology test on Thursday.

*I got a large portion of my Dosages and Calculations homework for the next two weeks done.

*I went to church this morning.

Darn you William Carey University and your responsibility-enducing ways!

Late Night Shenanigans

The fire was excessively warm since the person stoking it was excessively drunk. At 3:00 AM, he was in good company. Most of the people sitting around the fire pit had glazed looks on their faces or were talking animatedly about the virtues of not using firearms after taking hallucinogenics.

I enjoy being the sober one at parties for many reasons. One is that it is a great opportunity to voyeur into human behavior unnoticed. I enjoy watching who hits on everyone, who tries to expound eloquently (or not so eloquently) to anyone they can corner, and who waits for the opportunity to shine. Always fun are the girls who brag about how drunk they are, the favored mating call of desperate college girls from coast to coast.

So when I saw the young, clean-cut, seemingly well-mannered husband stick is hand down his even younger wife's shirt and act as if he was hand-washing a sweater, I was caught off-guard. She, on the other hand, was not. She carried on conversation like ALL married couples went around fondling each other's nibbly bits in public. For a full five minutes he sloshed her boobies around while everyone continued being absorbed in their own alcohol-flooded worlds. I was flabbergasted. What in the hell was he trying to prove? And her! Just sitting there like he had done nothing more than give her a kiss on the cheek. What a deranged couple.

I did, for the most part, have a good time. I danced (poorly) to cliche 80's music, saw friendly acquaintances, schooled a few boys in air-hockey, and jumped in the USM fountain for the first time. I feel I am a little too old for such rites of passage, but I can't say I didn't enjoy the frivolity of it all.

Plug

If I could make music, I think this band is what it would sound like... you know, with a female lead...

Sympathetic Noose by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

I gotta feeling I can't lose,
I gotta sympathetice noose,
But I don't know how to be grateful,
Yeah I don't know how you're thankful,
I gotta feeling I can't lose,
I gotta sypmathetic noose,
Cos you don't know how to lean on,
Yeah I don't know how to be freed from,
You gotta keep your head up,
You gotta let yourself get through,
All you ever dream,
Makes you want to hide,
Least all your expectations,
Feel the hole inside,
All you ever dream,
It makes you want to hide,
Least all your expectations,
Feel the hole inside.

I gotta feeling in my boots,
I gotta make some sense of you,
Cos I don't know how to be careful,
Yeah I don't know how to be there for,
I gotta feeling I can't prove,
I gotta sympathetic noose,
Cos I don't know how you're grateful,
Yeah I don't know how to be thankful,
You gotta keep your head up,
You gotta let yourself get through,
All you ever dream,
Makes you want to hide,
Least all your expectations,
Feel the hole inside,
All you ever dream,
It makes you want to hide,
Least all your expectations,
Feel the hole inside

The Magic Paperclip

I'm going through withdrawals. I tried to satiate it by buying a 12-pack of coke, a rare treat. It didn't help (big surprise there). I miss him terribly. It's not that I'm lonely or bored or any of those things; I just miss him. It's tough being apart. It's worse right after we see each other than right before we see each other because at least before I have the anticipation to keep me company. When the memory of his warmth is so real I can feel him hugging me if I sit still long enough, it's hard not to wish I had the real thing again.
All I can do is stay positive, look to the future, and delve so deeply into my schoolwork that I don't have much time to think about it.

Springtime

Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. The flowers have already heralded its arrival here. The sweet aroma of wisteria has been drifting in through my open windows all afternoon, creating a wonderful freshness in my apartment.

My Obituary

Last night in my Counseling Psychology class we were asked to write an obituary for ourselves. We were then asked to read them out loud to the class. I've never had a problem imagining what I want my future to look like. I've also never had a problem bull-shitting and I think my obit turned out pretty well. I'd like to share it with you all.
Also, what would you like your obituary to say?

~~~~~~~
Eryn Duffee-Braun, mother of three, grandmother of six, died peacefully in her sleep on Sunday night at the age of 90.
Eryn was known for her humanitarian efforts and medical progress in the rural areas of Kenya and Nepal. She was a leader in her profession, lobbying for nursing advances while living in Washington DC and later becoming the President of the American Nursing Association, where she revolutionized nursing as a humanitarian effort.
Eryn served as a deacon in the Episcopal Church for twenty years and became a hospital chaplain when she was sixty-five. Her warmth, humor, and love for human-kind will be remembered by many.
~~~~~~~

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Sunday, Glorious Sunday

Mom, Dad, my brother Josh, my step-dad, five grandparents, an aunt and uncle all drove down here this morning for my confirmation service at church. It was a delight to be able to take communion with all of them. Their presence made an already special day extraordinary. Not only did they come to church with me, we all went out to lunch together. I feel that I was really blessed today. It was amazing. When I got to the restaurant (last), I saw everyone sitting at one table, all mixed among each other. They were talking and mingling and the whole scene was incredibly heart-warming.

My confirmation was a great experience. I have been an unofficial member of this church for over three years now. They have been unwavering in their receptiveness and support. My priest, Mother Bear, is a rock. This church is the force that makes Hattiesburg a home for me.

I must admit, I feel very empowered right now. My Lenten discipline is to be more proactive in my life and my spiritual journey and today was not only a ceremony to commemorate my joining the church but also a milestone where I took responsibility for the direction of my walk. I feel as if a million doors were opened for me today and I can't wait to see where they lead.

I would also like to share something with you all in this post. It's Brother Bono's acceptance speech at the NAACP awards ceremony. Say what you will about Bono's personality or the direction the NAACP has gone in; Bono has a fantastic message and the power to reach the whole world with that message. I am a firm believer in the One Campaign and in what he has to say here. He isn't saying anything new, but if he can make a difference, I hope he repeats it until every living person has heard it a hundred times.