ugh.

things i don't care about: bible in public life
david's reign over israel
lyman beecher's close-mindedness
whatever apocolypticism means

things i do care about:
finding a job in juneau
graduating
saying g'bye to people here
doing laundry

what i need to do today & tomorrow:
care about list A.

too bad for me!

one more one more. ayay.

cloistered nuns; whadya think?

check out this forthcoming documentary on 20/20 about cloistered nuns: http://abcnews.go.com/2020/Story?id=3160621&page=1

every once in a while, i wish i had t.v.

nuns, nuns, nuns. sometimes i think if i had been born in the 1930s or 40s, i'd be a nun. maybe that's why i feel such a kinship to reports like this. or maybe its just st. ben's in my skin!

update: finals

two down, two to go.

one week. shew.

shew.

seriously. people need to stop talking on the quiet, no-talking floor of the library. if you want to chat, go downstairs. the rest of us are wigging out. your joking, friendly-sounding laughter is not appreciated in these parts.

calm, i am not.

a confluence

may 17 is the ascension of christ day.

may 17 is world telecommunications day.

they even made stamps (see above).

that is hilarious. christ's ultimate communication with god (in form of bodily leap into heaven) and with humans (for some, the message christ left behind was: found my church!). all on the same day as the world will celebrate leaps in bounds in the ways we communicate with each other, including this little blog here.

i am dying of laughter. can't wait for may 17.

in other news, finals going fine. blegh. 10 more days. holy shoot, kate, stop blogging & get writing.

resolution!

yes!! ladies & gentlemen! i did it!

i told my roommate the tick-tocking was driving me crazy. and she just laughed, offered to put the thing away.

i feel so much better.

in a slight amount of pain from eating too many cookies today, but that'll pass.

(mint brussels are, bar none, the best cookie in the whole wide world, even if eating too many of them makes your stomach hurt).

being a chicken.

because i have the communication skills of an 8-mos old, i have reduced myself to earplugs for the ticking clock.

do i sound slightly crazy?

if i do, its because the clock drove me there.

its back to the library after this poor decision to study at home.

wonder if they'd let me put a stove in the library.