Fight the apathy!

It is about that time folks, the time when we are all ready to throw the books, papers, computers, and all other relics of academia out the window, right on top of the nearest unsuspecting passerby! Some of you have heard my own inner fantasies for the complete destruction of every paper mill in the nation... It's times like these that I get fired up to go hop that tanker ship to Bombay, or make off for a rusty old fishing boat, running somewhere off the Aleutians! 22 year old men weren't intended to live lives quagmired in never ending circles of perpetual paper pushing! (I'm sure that the female audience of this blog is also similarly disenchanted with the current state of affairs).

Oh, but we must learn to love it my fellow suffering souls! With a little push, that second wind is bound to hit us, and with it the euphoric, out of body experience of the Academian high (Also helped along dramatically by going with little sleep repetitively, and high dosages of caffeine) People, right now our job is to learn to think! That is beautiful. Everywhere else in society, this capacity is either implicitly expected in ones duties, or else completely neglected. Let us delve, penetrate, and illuminate the dark caverns of our minds, let truth dawn in the heart of the ignorant savage! And the next time I complain about school, feel free to rub this in my face:)

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
1 Corinthians 10:31

Whether we "eat or drink", or are simply racking our brains for the next exam! Wow, papers to glorify God- and I thought some of my profs had tough standards...

My academy roomate Alex and I, gettin' serious. This is one of the few pictures I have of me in the ol' uniform (and the ol' flat-top!)

Post traumatic stress disorder

So, I haven't posted in ages, and there is no real excuse for it other than a lack of motivation on my part. I'm perfectly happy to just lazily bum off of everyone else's blogs; yes I am a social leach:) However, it does take two to tango as they say, and while I am may not be at the top of the game when it comes to cuttin' the rug, I'll keep the rhythm and hope for the best!

I had a great time back home this weekend, with some pretty sweet bruises on my toes and shins reminding me that I am still alive, and of just why I love sock hockey. The weather was absolutely beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I raced World's Best Dog Sam down through the grass to the water, and looked out across the bay at World's Best Town Poulsbo, and thanked God for the blessings that I so constantly forget. It must be the spring in the air, but my limbs feel as though they are propelled with steel springs, my lungs breathing in the air in mighty gulps of pure sweet air! I don't know if it is just that I am finally old enough to appreciate it, or if this year is especially fragrant, but I can't believe the wonderful smorgasbord of tantalizing scents wafting about on the backs of the breezes. I might just have to pull a Ferdinand the Bull, and refuse to go to class, instead just reclining in a soft grassy field smelling the flowers... Sometimes oh so tempting!

Classes are even more insanely busy, if that is possible, but I think I am starting to derive some sort of perverse pleasure in the mastery of mind over body... Not that the mind is in that great of shape by the second sleepless night, but I think it all relates to some sort of feelings of control... Hmmm, just listen to me psycho analyze myself:) Really though, it is like the thrill seeking side of me just has to see how close I can get to that flame before I get totally burninated! Must be that Thanatos kicking in:) I think a change, a change, would do me good. In fact, I aim to turn over a new leaf, and am taking on the world of academics with a new and fresh resolve! So on that note, it is time for me to hit the hay. In closing, a quote from the most excellent Winston Churchill - "If you are going through Hell, keep going." Simple wisdom...