Day 183- Easter. All Day.

Got up smokin' early this morning, which for me is about anytime before about 8.  Regardless, the first thought that entered my mind was "Easter.  Coffee."  

Needless to say, I was so excited that I think I forgot to soap myself in the shower, but I put on deodorant, so while it may not have done the full deed, I did not receive any negative comments.

Anyway.  Drank coffee.  Read the newspaper.  Life was awesome.  Thank you Jesus for comin' outta that grave.

First service was early, at church by 8.  A good Sunday.  I got to see some old friends and reconnect a bit.  

Next mission: clean the house.  Not to say that it was dirty, but the last thing I needed to hear today was my mother (whom I had previously been made aware I was picking up from the airport) griping about a dirty house.  So I cleaned. And did laundry.  Fun.  

Got Starbucks on the way to get my mother, because I knew I might as well get a shot of caffeine into my system.  This kicked in about an hour later, while I was sitting in the international arrivals section of the airport reading "Mein Kampf" laughing at the nonsense it contained.  I, as a result, was darned close to being SuperSon when my mother and sister arrived on the plane back from France an hour later than scheduled.  Mom had lost her bag. I took the steps necessary in tracking down it's whereabouts.  I carried things, I bought them coffee, and just tried to be nice and not talk about anything that was too involved.  Like Hitler's transition to anti-semitism.

Just got back from a friend's house where a brew and a game were in order, where I tasted the much-discussed Anchor Porter, which I recommend HIGHLY. I lost the game though.  When I saw what the board looked like, I just stopped caring and knew I didn't have a chance.  

It's been a long day, and I'm tired.  

  

I shall eat some of my parents food and retire for the evening.  

182= 100 Posts This Year!

I guess that means I've missed 82 days, but I don't care.  Not enough to make 82 extra entries anyway.

I have no idea what I'm going to do today.  I've received a few propositions in regard to evening activity, but I have yet to reconcile to actual events to unfold.  Food is on the agenda.  I have been thinking of pitching a trip to the Rhinelander to the fellas, but the time has yet to come when I decide to do actually anything about it.

Yesterday was Good Friday.  I guess it's good for us in some sense of the word, and I suppose it allowed God to have a direct relationship with man, but boy is it sobering.  That a perfect God would take human form and live in the muck and mire of this world, then die a brutal death by the hands of those he came to save just blows my mind.

Here's this - I chew on this every time I think of the crucifixion-  If I were in the crowd in front of Pilot (spelled wrong but bear with me) knowing then what I know now (this being that Jesus was God incarnate, the Savior, who came to take all of my sins from me and sacrifice himself so that I could have a one-on-one relationship with the Father [which I take for granted sometimes]) what would my action be.  I could run and hide like most of the disciples did.  I could yell "Crucify!" along with the majority.  I could merely be silently supportive of the actions of the crowd.  If I protested for Christ's innocence. and somehow he was set free, our right to eternal life-after-death hangs in the balance.  

I still don't know what I would do.  

I want to put something else down here, though I'm not sure I have anything to say on the subject that actually makes sense.  But I'm gonna go for it anyway.  George Strait is playing.  

I had a history professor- two, actually- that talked about anti-semitism and judeophobia this quarter (if you want to know the difference, I'll tell you sometime.) One strongly held that judeophobia's roots were religious in nature, that Christian Europe blamed Jews for Christ's death.  This may have some validity to it.  I tend to think it was economic due to the slight Marxist in me, but I didn't live in the time of the Crusades and before so I'm really not any authority of the subject.  However.  I hereby renounce this notion that the Jews and Jews alone killed Christ as wholly bogus.  We're all sinful.  Christ came-and died- to save US.  EVERY. HUMAN.  In that, we're all responsible for his death.  If I'm spitting bologna, let me know. 

Ok.  Change of topics.  An exciting opportunity came up for my summer which as most of you know was entirely up in the air.  I will let you know when I've got a better idea of what it's gonna look like. 

I am thinking of braving the non-farm grown eggs in the fridge to satisfy my hunger needs at this moment.  I backed away earlier, but it may have to happen.  The last I ate was about 10:30 last night (I made it 24 hours, though I had hoped to make it longer,) so I'm a little hungry.  

Let me know if an event is unfolding this evening.  

181. Writing from the 'Couve.

The 'Couve.  Oh my.  It's a love-hate relationship really.  

Drove in last night and went straight to the Mooch for an Oregon Burrito.  And my, was it glorious.  I had a pretty fun ride down, too, which isn't the norm, and I think what made it awesome was that no one complained.  One of my passengers had been up for over 36-straight hours working on art projects, and the other passenger was a girl whom I had never met, but was super nice and talked most of the way.

Now, I'm sitting in my kitchen wanting coffee.  Again.  You'd think I'd be over this.

I now must embark on a mission to get a present for my sister's birthday.  Which is today, and that I had forgotten about.  

If anyone wants to climb some rocks, go on a hike, or go out for a brew, coffee or some-such activity, give me a call.  The latter two I can't do tonight, though.  

Anyway.

Cheers.

 

179

Yesterday was interesting. I was basically moving all day long, which was good, because I hadn't really moved since Friday. I kicked my day off at about 10 with turning in my War and Peace final, then went straight to the rock wall. I was wiped out after about a half hour, but I made a friend who felt like pushing me, so I kept going. Two hours later, I was wiped out for sure. I went to lunch, then realized it was sunny and went on a hike. On the way back down, I randomly met some friends and we walked around looking for things to boulder. We didn't get any done, since all the rocks were wet, which makes things difficult. As a result, we slipped around like crazy while looking for spots.

I must here mention the Curse of the First Aid. My friend had Allison brought her first aid kit with her. I laughed at her prepared-ness, considering I always figured if I was gonna hurt myself hiking, it would be beyond what first aid could take care of. Turns out there's a tendency for those who make fun of Allison's first aid kit to need that first aid kit shortly after they make fun of it.

I laughed this off.

I did not expect to go blitzing up a path and not notice the dead branch sticking out into the trail until I hit it with my face. I felt the branch "boing" and I doubled over backwards. No one saw me fall, which was a bummer, but they heard all heard it. I sat up and thought I had destroyed my teeth. But no. It was my nose that was bleeding profusely. Allison had also been trained in first aid, so the bleeding stopped eventually while I laughed at my misfortune. Meanwhile, my lip has swollen up and bruised on the inside.

I arrived back on campus, and having missed dinner, made some Mac and Cheese. I won't go into details, but due to events which unfolded inbetween my returning and my dinner, I became increasingly irritated and grumpy. I've found out that a great way to relieve myself of tension and anger without blogging and saying something dumb is to take it out on something else, and preferably, while certainly not purposely, hurt myself in the process. Simply put, this keeps me from hurting others verbally. I'd say it's worth the pain in order to keep others from hurting. The result was a return trip to the rock wall, where I climbed until my climber's elbow began to return, not just in my right arm, but also in my left. Sweet. I was hurting and feeling good.

The group of the four of us walked down to Haggan for food and due to the lack of anything better to do.

My day ended at about 2:00 AM. I was glad it was over.

Today, I have just been studying all day. Due to my arms and the fact that I got a cramp while sitting down studying, I've decided to take the day off from climbing. At least that's the plan. We'll see how long it is before I crack and need physical activity. Actually, I'm gonna go skateboard right now.

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So glad that today is over. It's all downhill from here.

That's it. I thought I had more to say. But I don't.

Day 175

Today and yesterday were a little rough. I did have a ton of fun last night, but otherwise I've just done a lot of school work. I've seen four (really terrible) movies. I've read probably half a book that I was supposed to read a while ago (oops), finished up a 12 pager, started an 8-12 pager, and tried to think of how I'm going to approach an in-class written final on Monday. I went on a walk to Fairhaven this afternoon, but I should have been hiking. I then turned around and prompty went to haul and stack wood at Mark's place. Anything to not study. I now have the excuse of not studying and say that my brain has shut down, as clearly evident in my cerebral flatulance. To make things seem a little bit better, I did come back and do some more writing before giving up about six minutes ago.

I don't know what the rest of my night has in store for me. We'll find out. Right now it's looking like I might have a beer and turn on a war movie or play guitar. I really want to watch We Were Soldiers or WindTalkers right now, but I don't own either of those films, and I'm the only one around here who watches war movies.

In response to a comment by Mr Simon a few days ago, yes, I do intend to return to drinking coffee. I still love the stuff. However, I realize that it plays an important role in my life, and you have no idea how hard it is to get through Dead and Finals weeks and not have any significant amounts of caffeine enter my blood stream, especially when you're used to it in the quantities that I am. As a result it's a significant cutback: one mug in the morning, and that's it for the rest of the day. There's a comfort to it too, because it's soooo nice to hang out at the kitchen table or school desk and have a cup of coffee to sip at while reading the morning paper or chat with a friend.

I seriously CAN NOT wait until I can have coffee again. I am SO excited.

It's only 10:33 now.

The night is still young.

Day 173

My hands hurt. I went climbing twice today, which I probably shouldn't have done. But I feel better now, so that's good. I was able to get one of my papers done, which is good, but this weekend is going to be a pain in the butt for me. Forecast to be rainy and cold, I will likely be in my room and in the library for most of it, poring over papers, watching movies for class that I didn't watch when I was supposed to, and attempting to stay awake without the normally present aid of immense amounts of coffee (ONE MORE WEEK!)

Working on papers, climbing, and trying not to go crazy have been my primary concerns in the past week. I rolled out of bed this morning just as my first class got started, quickly texted my friend and told her I wouldn't be there. Luckily it wasn't a lecture day, so I'm feeling a little bit better about that. It was a much needed change of pace, though, and gave me plenty of extra time to work on my paper. I think I mentioned I finished it too. YAY!

Watched a movie with a friend, so that was nice.

Didn't do much else.

Nothing deep to talk about today.

Sorry.