cure for boredom...

Ahhh, back to work. I woke up late today, so thank goodness I'm just volunteering still. Honestly, what is wrong with me?? I got a good amount of sleep this weekend (kind of), and all throughout yesterday, I took about three naps. And then I get about 8 hours of sleep last night, and I'm still tired today!!

I know, why don't you complain some more, Jessica. Well, psh, I'm done.

Maybe I just need to go dancing.

Well, how about running, for now. Dancing Wednesday. And... shopping probably, too :)

Everyone should ask Emily why she has a bump on her head ;)

pins and needles

My foot is numb... whenever I bump it against the desk, it feels so strange. It's like million nerves sparking to life across all of my toes, even though I'm only bumping my little toe. It's ironic... we spend millions of dollars inventing new devices and take pride in our own design achievements... but in reality, the workings of the human body are infinitely more intricate and mysterious. Small thought of the day.

I'm going to try to keep my post away from boys today... although I already sort of defeated my attempt by mentioning that. Sigh.

Tis the celebrated eve of Jesus's birth. There are other things I could say about that, but maybe I'll have time for philosophising later. We'll see.

I'm tired from staying up until 3:30am... Good fondue party, though :) More on that later.

resolution

Today is one of those days that just makes you happy that you've given it a chance to happen. I found out my grades on Campus Connection, and an even split between A's and B's is something that I wasn't expecting to happen... very satisfied, to say the least. If you would've asked me last year if I would be satisfied with those grades, you would have gotten a much different story. Then again, I had no idea what sophomore year would be like... A B in OChem! And an A in Differential Equations?? Yay for surprises.

Work has also been pretty difficult, but today was fun. We cleaned out the mini-pharmacy in back, and then at about 10:15, five guys and a whole family came in. I failed miserably at taking blood pressures, but I'm getting better at the other vital stuff. If only my Spanish would kick in!! It will come eventually, I guess, but it's so hard to be at loss for words when you're trying to communicate to a patient.

This song seems to apply right now, since it's REALLY warm out today, among other factors that qualify the significance of it all.

And then last night i had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought they were just being rewarded

For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender

Now we can swim any day in november

100

Started work at the Migrant Health Clinic today, and it was absolutely incredible. We'll see how I feel about it a week from now ;) but for now, I'm totally psyched to be going back tomorrow morning. More on that later, I guess, as I'd rather talk about something else.

Here I am, 99 posts from where this all began some 15 months ago. What is so important about a number, a collection of lines written on a page to record some quantity, some significance that may have been lost so many times before, like the repeating of a Telephone conversation down a line of unattentive, reckless, dangerously ignorant children. What does it all matter? It's a number. Just a facade of something, really. What does it matter, when I say the number 100? I could be talking about the number of schoolchildren killed when a Nigerian jetliner crashed Saturday night (Dec. 10) during a lightning storm. Or the number of people (many children, as well) that drowned after a ferry capsized near Dhaka, Bangladesh in spring 2003. Or I could be talking about the amount of money it would take to buy a salt and pepper set I saw at a store in the Galleria today. Or the number of loaves of bread and jugs of water that exact amount would buy a village in Sierra Leone.

Ridiculous, this thing called vanity. Why should I be priding myself on having written 100 of these meaningless things, when I could have donated what it takes to provide this internet connection, this laptop, this excessive comfort of which we are so accustomed. I sit here crying, not because I am feeling the horror and pain in which others live day to day, nor that I understand what the hungry, homeless and unsheltered go through. The greatest affliction is in knowing that some continue to overconsume and continue to expect that the world will keep providing for them the way in which they have been taught that they "deserve." This is the greatest threat to civilization: ungratefulness.

Of those that have been given great things, great things will be expected. So get ready.

relief is spelled H-O-M-E

So, back again. I've been out and about with friends for two nights before I thought to update this thing; I don't know what the matter's with me. I woke up at 7:30 for 8:30 church service today. Then after lunch, I proceeded to take a two hour nap.... ohhh, it was beautiful. Cooking, sleeping, watching TV and movies, wasting time on Facebook...........

Thank goodness I still have to go out and get presents for family and friends, so I won't be too bored out of my mind. And... for any of you interested in celebrating Christmas cheer with some friends on Friday, we should have a fondue party! Cheesy Christmas sweaters, bread and cheese, chocolate plus any fruit/cookie imaginable/palatable... more on this later.

What has everyone else been doing? April?? Do you still exist? Madelyn, have you been having fun selling women's panties to transvestites? Well, I guess anyone that's reading this right now probably is bored out of his/her mind and has nothing interesting to share (haha, just kidding...) But seriously. (That was for Jordan, although he never reads this (; )

the sarcolemma of it all

Now that OChem is over I can worry about other things... like Anatomy! And updating my blog! And DiffEQ after I take my Anatomy final tomorrow! Oh, my heart just can't take the anticipation any more.

On to more studying, but here's one final thought...

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

Collide - Howie Day

ekk...

Okay, I'm ready to step outside the molecular world for now. Organic lab final tomorrow, and then Organic lecture final on Wednesday. My brain hurts. I've been reviewing pages and pages of just reactions for the past two hours. Now I should actually start doing the tests, since they always end up being a hell of a lot more difficult than the homework.

Here I go...

reflections on religion

I've always considered myself a Christian person. Up until this last year, I prayed before bed almost every night of my life. I started helping out with Sunday School when I was a freshman in high school, helping the pre-schoolers and kindergarteners with art projects, reading books, and helping them learn more about Jesus. When I was a junior, I helped out one of the adults at our church every week with the second and third graders. The next year, I taught fifth-graders with my little sis (oh man, what a crazy bunch!!)...

So, why is it that I feel contantly driven away from faith? Every time I see people dressed in long dresses or suits with flyers, I walk the other way in fear that they're going to stare at me in disgust as I refuse their offers for salvation and God's glory.

Maybe it also has to do with the fact that the Newman Center on campus is constantly pushing their events and beliefs into the souls of students.

It just makes me sad that the more I am surrounded by religion up here, the less I appreciate God's influence in my life. God doesn't live in these organizations for me. All that FOCUS, CRU, and every other flyer-pushing organization on campus represent to me is that everyone has an agenda and that no one takes the time to learn about what YOU're all about.

I don't really need anyone to tell me how wonderful God is. All I need is to get away from this place from awhile and realize what life and spirituality is all about.

a small comment

BOYS ARE DUMB.

That's all I have to say.