Consequences of not sleeping

Apparently lately there have been a lot of consequences in my life.

(Consequences for writers block a few days ago being an example)

For another example, here is my list of consequences linked to my inability to sleep this week.

1. Next to no working out - this makes me cranky and my muscles tight.
2. Not getting my homework done - I try so hard but the page keeps going in and out of focus.  Unfortunately now I am several hundred pages behind in reading and have not done what my thesis adviser insisted be done...by tomorrow.  Guess I'll be able to do it tonight since I probably won't be sleeping.
3. Being a tad bit antisocial - I'm cranky why would I want to be around people?
4. Eating badly - I'm to tired to make things so I pick up gross, fast, and angry food that I eat, even though it makes me sick.
5. Getting sick - No rest and bad food (among other things) have contributed to the state I am in this morning.  

Even though this was an incredibly tough week for me there were some definite positives.

1. I met a world-famous anthropologist - I helped pick him up from the airport and he was very kind and interesting.  Not one of those egomaniacs whose articles you read and sometimes run into.
2. I made it to all of my classes and all but one of my activities.
3. I got a new project at work (which adds majorly to the stress level, but which is a fantastic opportunity).
4. Rosie, my family's dog, loves me.  That sounds a bit silly but when you've had an incredibly rough week there is nothing better than the softest little thing running up to you, jumping in your arms and kissing your face.  She also loves to sit in my lap and just cuddle which is nice after a hard day.
5. The poster sale.  I got 4 new posters that I was going to stick in my kitchen, but I liked them so much I stuck them in my bedroom.  Maybe I'll post them someday - not today though.

So there you go.

There is good and bad to every day - and in this post every week.

So I try to keep on keeping on and count my blessings along the way.

September 11th

On September 11, 2001...

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock radio.

In the middle of the song the DJ said that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center.

Half asleep I didn't think it was real.

As my mom drove me to school that day I told her, but she didn't believe me.

I thought I had dreamt it.

As I walked into class every television was on and it was real.

I was in my freshman English class when I saw the south tower fall live.

I couldn't breathe.

I don't remember much else after that morning.

We were sent to all our classes, but I don't remember doing anything.

By lunch the principal of our school asked the teachers to turn of the television.

When I got home that evening we prayed as we watched rescue workers attempting to find survivors.

That was my September 11th.

Today I am grateful for the gospel that gives me perspective in the face of tragedy,

for my country,

and for the example of people who sacrifice themselves in an effort to save those around them.

That is what it is to be truly Christlike.

9/11 we will never forget.

Consequences of Writers Block

I love grad school.

I've said this before but I think it needs to be repeated...every day.

There are several reasons for this:

1. sometimes I need to remind myself how much I love grad school, especially when I am pulling all-nighters for weeks at a time.

2. I actually do love it.

Despite this love, everyday is not perfect.

For example:

today.

This morning I am trying to write a paper.

I have lots of (what I think) are fantastic ideas, but for some reason when I try to type them I just can't find the right words.

In other words: WRITERS BLOCK!

ugh.

I am not a fan.

So instead of writing my paper I thought I would play catch up.

Here is goes:

A few weeks ago we (the padre, the bug and I) dropped Stephie off at school and helped her apply to about 15 jobs.

It was a busy day.

Yes, we did it all in one day.

It was on this day that Bug and I became famous.

We had just dropped off the last application for Steph and a woman approached us.

She was doing a recording for a special artist presentation/video thing and needed two female voices to record a  written statement.

Well, Bug and I realized that there were two of us, and this woman was in definite need.

So we did it.

And now our voices are on some random video that will probably get an Oscar or something.

But....probably not.

It was fun though.

In other news:

I love my job.

I love both of them but ESPECIALLY job 1 (in publications).

Not as much as I love grad school.

But I really do love it a lot.

Let me explain...no, there is to much, let me sum up.

While this is the first time I have had this particular job, it is housed in the same location as another job that I had.

The Museum of Peoples and Cultures.

(which you should definitely check out for a good time)

Awesome things happen at that place, especially on the 2nd floor (where I work).

Like the traveling gnome, and other remarkable events.

For a review look here, here, here, and here.

This time, a toy dinosaur broke into the museum and left Lindsay a present.

and yes, the gnome is still wandering about the 2nd floor. 

:)

In conclusion:

Life is grand, work is groovy, and school is great.

I realized how blessed I was while I was studying on campus,

next to a water fall,

in my little corner of heaven.

As I was sitting there reading about the Romans and thinking about how beautiful it was that morning, 

suddenly light peaked through the leaves of the trees and warmed my face.

It was pure heaven for a minute there.

So happy.

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