Melancholy:

I'd think that word accurate describes me. Definition 2 from dictionary.com says: sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness. I would hope that most of the other definitions don't fit me. Maybe I take myself too seriously. Maybe that's why I surround myself with people who are good at not taking things seriously. I need them.

Whirlwind:

Party weekend.

Friday night was the U street excursion with Cheryl, Jonathan, and Farrell. Notes to self: DO bring hot dates to lovecafe because the cakes there are delicious. DON'T take hot dates to Ben's Chili Bowl unless they're into spicy foods and me dripping chili everywhere like a slob.

Saturday night was chilling with old people who actually have real lives and real jobs. It was neat to hear from some genuine persons. Oh and also the food was finger lickin' good.

Sunday night was a classic game of A's 2 A's and some wine tasting with the old crew. Everything about that night felt so familiar and very right.

Today was a pretty darn nice day. Since it was so nice out, I set out to play bocce ball with some peeps out on the mall. Then we lounged around for a bit and I think I picked up a tad bit of sun. Following that, I went to dinner where I unexpectedly received my awesome t-shirt blanket. It needs to get colder soon, or maybe we'll have another outdoor movie night. And finally, this whirlwind of a weekend wrapped up with my first time at a bar. I found a beer that I actually was fond of, which may be a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, as I write this I can think of 50 more things I'd like to do on weekend nights before this year ends. Party on, dude.

Magic:

I just read this and it stood out to me so much that I thought it would be appropiate to share.

"The older you get, the harder it is to believe in magic. The older you get, the more you understand there is no Wizard of Oz, just a schmuck behind a curtain. I pictured my pastor as a salesman or a magician, trying to trick the congregation into believing Jesus could make us new. And, honestly, I felt as though he was trying to convince himself, as though he only half believed what he was saying. It's not that Christian spirituality seemed like a complete con, it's just that it had some of those elements.
"The message, however, was appealing to me. God said he would make me new. I can't pretend for a second I didn't want to be made new, that I didn't want to start again. I did."

- Donald Miller "Blue Like Jazz"

Aha:

Case in point. 50 stitches is a lot of stitches.

Home:

Some days just feel right. And I thank Jesus for them, because they make life worth living. I love the fact that I can spend an afternoon with a friend and not stop laughing the entire time. Also I find my core self being challenged constantly just from being around someone who lives life to the fullest.

That may just be it. I desire to be around people who will never let my life be boring.

Singing:

When I was a kid, I could sing better than those kids who sing with Jack Johnson on his Curious George album.

Likes:

When people ask me what I like to do in my spare time I usually answer, "rock climbing and hanging out with friends," but the words "hanging out" don't do it justice.

On the most superficial level, it's watching a couple of movies while snacking on scrumptuous brownies. On the next level it's the random people showing up and the constant friendly banter. Dig a little deeper and you'll find the constant hilariousness of strange, random, and inappropiate comments and actions. And then if you stay long enough, every little event becomes a commotion that inscribes you into the memory of the house. Most importantly, though, is the seeing and talking with those I love dearly, and just sitting together to share life with those I care for.

That's what hanging out really is. That's what I like to do.

Saved:

I'm like such like a Hillary-Faye.

Goodbyes:

People are moving on with their lives and it feels so strange.

Crazy House is as crazy as ever.

Today, my performance at the climbing wall was just embarassing.

I'm glad it's almost the weekend.

For the longest time, I used to say "for all intensive purposes"... my professor who has an English accent is the only person I know who says "for all intents and purposes" clearly.

Harmony:

Sing with me a new song.

Sunday:

I wrote some stuff about the volleyball tournament I watched today, but I lost it. So instead, here's a video of the tournament a few years back. My friend plays of the Hip Sing B team, FYI.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4141277950699485380&q=volleyball&hl=en

Thursday:

A potpourri of events today.

1. The professor for my 9:30 class didn't show. It's probably not a good thing to miss the first day of class, especially if you're teaching it.

2. Lunch in the Union, which is always nice... but I miss the South Campus Dining Hall lunches.

3. I watched the longest tennis match of my life. Agassi won, which is awesome, in a 5 set match. It was pretty ridic.

4. I now only know of two people who don't have cell phones. No, make that three since J Molinatto doesn't have one because he isn't allowed to have one at work.

5. I spent several hours of my evening trying to mod the software on my cellie, though if I'd read some forums I would have immediately known that Verizon blocks out all of the mods and that's why I was getting all these errors.

Somehow the day seemed almost wasted. Now I'm not sure if any of my Thursdays are going to be any fun.