a vestige of thought...
Monday, March 17, 2008
Spring Break, part deux
Welcome to Mystic Seaport
This is Heather being seaweed caught in the anchor...
I think I was born to be a sailor
There are no words...
A whaling ship
Us in the bowels of the whaling ship.
"Is this where they put all the bad kids?"
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Spring Break, part eins
Saturday we drove another 8.5 hours or so and finally arrived at Courtney's house. We had another fantastic home-cooked meal (spaghetti and meatballs) and watched Meet the Robinsons. Heather and Court have been quoting that movie for weeks. It was great to finally see it. This morning we went to Courtney's church and then stopped at Mark Twain's house for a tour on the way back. It was pretty cool, although Heather and Karissa were definitely the most excited.
Four of us on the couch bed overnight in PA
Myself and my roommate
"Oh my gosh, we're going to Mark Twain's house!"
Us, in front of Mark Twain's house
The house itself
Friday, March 07, 2008
Then we shall continue to news of me, which I suppose is good, although not as exciting as Sam's. I am currently serving as the Unashamed class female chaplain. I love pretty much every bit of that job. Yet, when looking at my opportunities for campus involvement next year, I somehow decided that I wasn't going to run for chaplain again. I don't know why I decided this. However, a few weeks ago one of my fellow cabinet members asked me if I was going to run again. I opened my mouth to say 'no', but what came out was, "I think I need to pray about that." I stopped and thought, Huh. Maybe I ought to pray about that. So I did, and after a couple of weeks of prayer I feel that yes, I should run for class chaplain again. Whether or not I get the position will be in God's hands, but I feel a peace about applying for chaplain that I haven't had about anything else I've looked into for next year. That's exciting.
Secondly, my hair dryer gave up on life about a week and a half ago. It just stopped working. I happened to be going home last weekend, so I took the dryer with me and asked my amazing, handy-dandy father to take a look at it. He did some sort of miracle hair dryer surgery and made it work again. Or rather, he made it work when he turned it on. For whatever reason it still wouldn't work when I tried to use it when I got back to school. After borrowing hair dryers for a week, I gave a friend some money and asked her to pick me up a new dryer from Walmart this afternoon. She found me a cheap but wonderfully functioning hair dryer for a mere $11.10 (including tax). I opened it and plugged it in to make sure it worked. It did. Then I decided to try my old hair dryer before I threw it away, just for good measure. It worked too. In fact, I can't get it to not work. Apparently it just wanted a friend. Now I can't return the new hair dryer because I already opened it, and I don't want to throw away my old hair dryer because it still works. I guess I'll just hold on to the new one as a back up. I'm already feeling sort of attached...