I can't smell it, feel it, or taste it, but it's officially here now. Happy first day of Autumn everyone. I hope it was grand.

Today Barry Hannah spoke in chapel. He writes. He has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize, therefore making him one of those fancy-pants authors. He wore suspenders, the pages from which he was reading were out of order, and he made light of the fact that quite a few of the people who attended chapel were just studying during it. At one point he used the *b* word. It was hilarious. Afterwards I heard two professors (English/writing profs) discussing how writers write for other writers. I think that's true. And I like it. And I want to be one of them.

I was thumbing through a recent-ish issue of Seventeen magazine the other day. I do this from time to time to see what girls are being told. Then I get really angry and it reminds me why I'm doing what I'm doing. Two adds in particular stood out to me. The first was a Diesel add. I think they were trying to sell shoes...but wow. There's got to be a better way. I don't really want to go into detail here but it is completely inappropriate, semi-pornographic, and makes me so freaking angry I want to hit them in the face.
The other intriguing add was for a Jansport backpack. There is a picture of the backpack and a caption that reads, "Nothing on this page will boost your self-esteem or help you find true love. It will, however, help you carry your stuff." I think in order to fully appreciate it you would have to read a couple of articles and see some more of the magazine. Only in the stark contrast is its true beauty realized.

I could smell it.
I could definitely feel it.
And at one point I'm pretty sure I tasted it.

Fall is almost here, my friends.

Oh gosh. Hi. Sorry.
-My life consists of class, work, and homework. It's a vicious cycle. Yesterday the longest face-to-face conversation I had was less than five minutes and that was pretty much a normal day. Though I haven't yet had a complete mental breakdown, I haven't exactly been handling it all that well either. I know what I need to do as far as rest and life are concerned, now it's just a matter of doing it. It's harder than I think it is.
-I think I have generalized anxiety disorder...but that's neither here nor there.
-Do you remember when you were little and teachers would put stickers on papers that said various lame phrases such as, "Great Job!" or "A+" or "Well done!" I think we should bring that back. I got "Well done" written on a paper and it made my day. It was one of those assignments that you turn in knowing you failed. (Or at least, I think that because I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder.) Then I have this other prof who writes threatening emails about how hard of a grader he is and how you will fail unless you write professionally...so again the dread of getting the paper back was overwhelming. But I got a 100 on one of my papers for him. He wrote, "I don't give 100s; They're earned. Great job." I almost cried. All of this is to encourage you to go buy stickers, or maybe just write it, or maybe just tell people if they're doing a good job. They'll think it's cool.
-In my Foundations and Practice of Youth Ministry class today we were discussing Postmodernism. I realize all that stuff is vague, overused and "trendy," but I like learning about it. Brent, we should discuss sometime.
-Last weekend I went to a rehearsal and two weddings, complete with receptions. I don't think I've ever been more exhausted in my life, but it was a blast. My boyfriend, commonly referred to as Goliath, went with me...or I went with him...Either way, it was an awesome weekend.
-The new Switchfoot cd comes out this week.
Alright friends, much as I would like to continue to write down all the obscure ramblings in my brain, I have a billion things to do. I miss you...well probably. Dave, from the comment on my last post, I don't miss you at all.