If I don't make it through this week (which is a distinct possibility), the person who comes up with the most creative thing to do with my shattered body gets to keep my stuff.  Isn't it amazing how everything, I mean EVERYTHING school related comes up at the same time?  Thankfully, listening to Roy Moore speak today helped me out with my paper (which is due later in the day than I thought it would be, yay).

Going church shopping here in Ttown has forced me to think about how much I miss my old church.  Not the one I was playing guitar with this past year, but the one before that.  A lot of you know at least the basics of that story.  I desperately wish things had worked out differently, but I have to remember how blessed I was despite, cancel that, through the circumstances.  Soli Deo Gloria

Timing has definitely worked out for this weekend to completely wipe away the suck of this week.  BCM formal is Friday night.  On a side note, mad love goes out to those who supported and/or attended my speaking role in freshman week at BCM.  As I was saying, fun times ahead to help me get through my mountains of work.  Kara is getting to come into town, so we'll be hanging out a bunch.  w00t.

On a very light note (get ready for corniness), we decorated 203 for Christmas the other night.  O dear, it's freakin' amazing.  Live tree, wreath made from a VW hubcap, yard snowman, idle no wake sign, and the final count of lights including the tree and icicles: 1501.  I think I got a tan from hanging out there.

In the wise words of one Davis "Bubba" Storey, "I could kill me some Christmas right now."