I'm procrastinating (something I rarely do these days) and I was going to give in to peer pressure and do one of those "I got tagged on facebook now I'm supposed to make a list of 25 things about myself" things.

But I decided to blog instead, you know, because it's a less conventional outlet for narcissism.

I should be reading Dynamics of Faith by Paul Tillich, I've resolved to finish before I go to sleep tonight.

In my theology class we've moved from the topic of theological anthropology to biblical authority. Thank goodness, theological anthropology tends to be a bit of a downer, especially when it immediately follows my class on theodicy and tragedy.


Within the next week and a half I will know whether or not I've been admitted to Candler. Yikes.


Often I find myself wishing, Elisabeth, that you were taking my classes with me. It's like senior year when I'd encounter something in class and then I'd come home and ask your opinion on something random that occured to me over the course of the day then we'd walk and talk forever. Except, now there are things like that everyday. Especially, Schleiermacher and his ideas about language and my rather surprising response to the anthropology in feminist theology and pretty much everything about my theodicy class.

Thank goodness I will see you soon, seriously, we've got so much to talk about.


Today I ran 7 miles and it didn't kick my ass. It's the furthest I've run since the half-marathon in October (and the six weeks following where I binge ate and didn't exercise).

Then I came home and proceeded to eat lots of ice cream and a massive calzone (Eric is a fabulous cook). Oops. I'm weak. At least the beer and sugar that will be consumed when I go to Georgia in a couple of weeks won't be too much of a shock to my system.


Tomorrow is Saturday and I will not be setting an alarm. Also, I'm getting a haircut.


I'm off to read Tillich until I fall asleep. Goodnight.

I'm not a writer.  It's not something I've ever claimed to do particularly well.  What can I claim?  Few people can crank out an adequate paper on an assigned topic faster than me.  

But the reality is, that if I'm serious about the goals I've made for myself, I'm going to have to become a writer.  Ideally, a good one.  An intentional one.  

Maybe I should start by thoughtfully composing blog postings.  

Eh, probably not.  

This weekend I read everything I need to read for tomorrow, some of Thursday's reading, wrote a personal statement, wrote a "plan of study", edited my writing sample, edited my resume.  The only thing left to do for the transfer application to Emory is send transcripts.  

Yikes. 

With everything I wrote, about 12 pages worth when it was all said and done, I feel like I've poured my heart and soul out onto paper and sent it off to be judged.  

It seems that this weekend's activities- lots and lots of work, very little time wasted (Christa did talk me into a trip to the movies though!), is going to be the norm for the rest of the quarter.  

I guess it's a good thing that I'm a geek and I enjoy this stuff.

On Mutli-tasking.

Ted Vial, my brilliant and wonderful theology professor, gave us a course pack that has a spiral binding and text printed on only one side of the page. It lays flat on the treadmill so I can jog and read about how Schleiermacher's writing is an example of the expressivist impulse of romanticism.

Also, Schleiermacher's On Religion and I are going to take a bath right now.

Good Morning.

It's Saturday, and I got out of bed at 7am.

Today is all about reading theology and writing and editing and what not for class and for my Candler application.

Yesterday afternoon/evening I spent reading textbooks about the early church and Oedipus the King.

That's my life now. I guess it's a good thing I'm a geek and I love this stuff.

Happy New Year!

In keeping with the past couple of years, the first sentence of the first posting of each month this past year:

January-I just chatted, over the toaster, with the most precious man.
February-So, honestly, I was a little disappointed at the Lost premiere last night.
March-I was going to upload super cute pictures of Ryan and Sean and the Decker-Smith family (our new roommates!) but blogger is being lame.
April-I started my period this morning and I've had horrible cramps all day.
May- Today is Jessa's pottery show at the house. She is brilliant you should all go look at her stuff.
June-I went to the library yesterday... I felt the need to make use of it's services after they forced me to pay my fines by reporting me to a collection agency.
July-I seem to have been constantly busy since I got back.
August-The first week in September Steph is taking Sean and Ryan to Chicago.
September-The vacation took a much different shape than I initially anticipated, but was still glorious.
October-Holy smokes! My little sister is married.
nothing in November...
December-Wow. Two months since I blogged. When I slack off, I slack off big.


This year's resolutions:
no more caffeine, alcohol or sugar of any kind (at least for a few months, my acupuncturist says so)
run a half-marathon ten minutes faster than my first one
run a full marathon
make straight A's (real A's not A-'s) for the first time since high school


Today, in the spirit of turning over a new leaf, I was absurdly productive.

I cleaned my room, did my laundry- all of it and put it away, cooked two meals and froze enough food for the next week, attended to my finances (paid bills, made a deposit, etc.), went to the gym, and went to target.


My room look incredible. There are actually clothes in the closet and dresser drawers.