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I wrote this at like 4 AM last night, but forgot to actually post it.

I knew things were bad when I started listening to "Thats the way it is" by Celine Dion for inspiration, and put the word 'archaeology' in every time it says 'love'. Did you know that archaeology is going to conquer it all? I just need to keep on believing. I also need to stop sleeping, which will be a cinch due to the gallons of coffee I've been drinking. I kind of have that feeling that I get sometimes when I'm driving on the freeway--if I turn my steering wheel for one second, I could slam my car into a semi-truck and die or get seriously maimed for the rest of my life. I could just go to bed, not work, then fail out of school for slacking off for one day. I know this sounds like I'm discouraged or depressed or stressed, but I'm not sure why I just think its really funny. I guess its because I don't have the perfectionist's fear of failure, I think that utter failure is hilarious, so the potential for failure is also pretty funny. I get bummed over Cs, but 14%s just make me smile.

I just found out that I have TWENTY chapels left. That's just ridiculous. I swear I do this every semester.

I hate war. No Lizzy, I'm not becoming pacifist on you, but I'm so sick of reading about battles between Sumerian city-states that I could easily become one. It's just really confusing and boring. Not to mention depressing.

Uh, so I normally don't think these things are very funny, but I'm so delerious that this made me cry with laughter when I stumbled across it:
Gravity dosen't exist. Mr. T just pities everything to stay down. Birds and planes are exempt beacuse they are shaped like Ts.

"Their Redeemer is strong, the LORD of hosts is His name;
He will vigorously plead their case
So that He may bring rest to the earth,
But turmoil to the inhabitants of Babylon.
"A sword against the Chaldeans," declares the LORD,
"And against the inhabitants of Babylon
And against her officials and her wise men!
"They seize their bow and javelin;
They are cruel and have no mercy.
Their voice roars like the sea;
And they ride on horses,
Marshalled like a man for the battle
Against you, O daughter of Babylon."
--Jeremiah 50:34-36

I always thought that that was a little harsh, until I worked for 8 TRILLION YEARS on my area report on archaeology in the fertile cresent.

My heart going BOOM BOOM BOOM

I was glad to see that at 3 AM I think that a detailed account of my Self Defence class experiences count as 'bare bones information'.

I got asked on a GYRAD today!!!! I feel like a natural woman now. Except for the fact that I'm scared of Stewart and don't know how to dress for 'mafia'. I never thought I would get asked to anything, so it brightened up my day quite a bit.

So everyone on my floor is leaving for our floor retreat to a day spa right now. But noooooooooooo, I have to go to the hermanutics seminar. I know I didn't spell that right, and didn't spell it right in my email to Dr. Thoennes, but I spite its existence so much that I don't care to look it up. My grammar's going to Hell in a handbasket, so why not my spelling?

The hardest part of Karla leaving, besides the lack of someone to debrief with every night, is that she can't translate 'Mundo de Fieras', the best spanish novela ever, for me tonight. I didn't know that Spanish novelas are more like miniseries than like American soaps. They only last a few months, and have very tidy endings, unlike the decades-long storyarchs of GH and other American soaps. I feel a little like Jo and Prof. Behr (sp?) as Karla translates the conversations between Juan Cristobal and Paulina to me every night on our futon. Language barrier and all, I am in love with Juan Cristobal, who looks just like Sawyer from lost on our fuzzy reception.

I may hate LA, but the smog sure makes for beautiful sunsets. The sun is blood red right now, and lighting up the telephone poles and cables. OHMYGOODNESS!! I can see Dr. Thoennes' office from my room! I should make a really long can and string phone to string between our windows, so I can fulfill my dream of us becoming best friends! I can also see into Ignatius' old classroom, which makes me a little sad. I miss that room.

I think I'll stop taking my 'Karla's gone and I have no one to talk to' anxiety out on this blog and get to work on my archaeology paper of death. xp xp xp xp xp


Uh, I just heard on the news that Bary Bonds is thinking of leaving the Giants. I'm not sure what I would do with myself, it would be like Uncle Alan dying. Or Oprah going off the air. Or Mark giving up wheat thins. I'm not sure what to do with myself.

daily update

I felt bad to hear that people check my blog often even though I never post new ones, so I will try to be considerate of others and give them yet more reading material. I also want to revive the 'Daily Updates' I would send Lizzy during her first 2 years of college when I was still in high school. So here it goes, in the form of a recap of events of the week. I'll try to make future posts a little more interesting, but I'm breaking my 'no writing after midnight' rule, and this will just be bare bones information to catch Lizzy up on my life.

Sunday--
I flew home. It was pretty mundane except for the fact that I had no one to pick me up. While scary and a little lonely, it was strangely exhilerating. I was feeling kind of depressed that day, leaving home and all. I felt really old, tired, and worn out and didn't have the will to continue doing all the things I needed to do. Then, I got on the shuttle back to Biola and sat next to this guy named Paulo, who was coming back from Mexico City. "You have your whole life in your hands, don't throw it in the trash can!" he said to me almost right off the bat. He then told me "You have everything in front of you, go for your dreams!" and all of that other inspirational stuff, I felt like I was in a movie. As though he hadn't changed my life enough already, as I was getting out of the car he said "I hope you remember me, and the words that I have told you, Sarah. You have a wonderful future." Paulo is pretty much only second to Cap from Disneyland in 'brief encounters that changed my life".

Monday--
I don't really remember anything. I skipped self-defence, which was blissful until I realized that I needed to ask a girl in the class what our archaeology HW was, so I was therefore screwed. It felt OK because I got to have a long talk with Carolyn!

Tuesday--
I realized that apparently I am the only archaeology emphasis who doesn't spend their whole lives reading extra material on archaeology. I am also the only person who didn't know what Layer B was, and hasn't dug in 10 other countries. I have to finish a 5-7 page paper on Western Asian archaeology from the epipaleolithic to the broze age. xp Then I had Marine Mammals, where I found out that I got a 90% on the midterm that I didn't know 40% of the answers for! I have absurd multiple choice luck. As though life wasn't good enough, we got to learn about Sperm Whales, which I decided are to Marine Mammals what Gorillas are to primates.

Wednesday--
The only event I can remember at this time was the fact that I was paired up with 'albino boy' for self defense, in which we learned head locking techniques. Now, albino boy has the longest finger nails I've ever seen, pretty much. He also paints them black. They are definitely not fun to wrestle with. He told me that he's trying to get over a nail biting habit, and I wanted to tell him that he should start up a nail cutting habit. Dangerous nails aside, I also couldn't figure out how to do our moves properly, and kept on shoving Albino Boy's face into my boobs because I'm way too dense for that class. After Albino Boy got to read 'yeah, its pretty much my favorite bookstore ever' a couple dozen times, the professor called me up to demonstrate a move that I hadn't paid a lick of attention to. The whole class roared in laughter as I did all of these moves trying to defend myself against the assistent, when all I was supposed to do was block. I swear its the most dehumanizing class I've ever taken.