| This year has been tough on my noggin. I don't know why I'm even writing this, because everyone that used to read my entries has long since passed into the Facebook afterlife. Oh well. I'm going to try to be light-hearted like I was when I was a tiny little girl, because I'm tired of feeling like an old, bitter hag after having my butt kicked repeatedly during my first year of college. Here's a warning to all the light-hearted and happy girls who are about to enter college for the first time: Your butt will be kicked.
I can't tell you how it will happen... but, expect it. If you really start thinking, that is. Questioning pretty much everything and becoming paranoid. For me, it was realizing that I'm basically just a bunch of tiny molecules bouncing off of each other, grouping together to form cells, which in turn group together to form tissues, which group together to form organs, which group together to form your entire body, and your brain... the means by which you percieve the world around you, and inside of you. I mean of course you know these things already, but now you really think about what they mean. After you pick a major-- I'm pretty sure that's when you become a savant, as you specialize your brain in one specific field of expertise until you feel like you're insane. That has yet to happen to me, but it will soon enough. I'm a little scared. |
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2004 (or 2005) Our first official picture together^ 
Michael's 20th birthday^
I think this one's kinda recent.
I love my 21 year old Mikey! |
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| If I decide I don't want to be a nurse... photomicrography seems pretty cool. |
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While standing in line to meet Phil Wickham, we turned around and saw Eisley standing behind us. WHAT?! |
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