Flippin Awesome.

I'm not entirely sure I understand, but I do know that it's a stroke of adorable genius.
This video makes me smile.

This or That?

Biola or California State University Blah Blah Blah?

English Writing Major or Film Screen Writing Major?

Financial Independence or debt and a Christian Education?

Should I even bother with continuing Greek when I don't have the time to put my heart into it now?

I hate having questions.

mmm, turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I hope everyone experiences at least one moment today of total, sincere and unselfish thankfulness.

I hope that for myself as well. I live in a world of luxury and I take everything for granted.

God bless.

Contract?

Biola is famous for it's contract. In case you aren't familiar with it, I'll fill you in:

While registered for my classes at Biola, or living on campus, I am not allowed to:
-Smoke tobacco products
-Drink alcoholic beverages
-Engage in sexual immorality
-Do illegal drugs
-Dance at campus events

Now, I have no qualms with the illegal drugs bit (after all, it is illegal)and the sexual immorality (as it's more than obvious in the bible that God hates sexual immorality) but tobacco, alcohol, and dancing seem a bit like pushing it.

To address alcohol and tobacco (because there are so many problems wrong with the no dancing rule that I'm not even going to go there), the problem with these substances is not use, but addiction. But there are those of us who can have a glass of wine at dinner (just like Jesus did) and be fine. No lure of addiction. There are those of us who smoke as a social recreation--who are not addicted in the least, but enjoy it for it's stress relief and relaxation aspects.

I enjoy smoking cigars. I don't even dip into the cigarettes because it weirds me out that you're inhaling the nicotine, but every few months I'll smoke a cigar and relax and enjoy it. There is no addiction, the health risks are so incredibly minimal that they aren't even worth mentioning, and it's inexpensive. But I'm not allowed to do this. Because I go to Biola. I am almost legalistically bound to refuse this behavior that I see as perfectly fine. Not sinful at all. But, I'm allowed to indulge in my addiction, in fact, almost encouraged considering that they sell the stuff on campus--coffee. I am severely addicted to coffee (probably a mental addiction, but the physical aspect is there too). I drink it in excess, and I waste money on it and simply cannot function without it.

But nobody cares that I'm addicted to coffee. It's coffee. It's a mundane, everyday substance that everyone loves. Why would it matter? It's not as if it were alcohol or tobacco. But I'm still addicted, and so it is still sinful.

How backwards is it that Biola coddles my addiction and denies me a sinless hobby?
How backwards is it that I cannot use something like alcohol--grabbing a drink with a bunch of unbelieving friends--as a ministry opportunity?

Just food for thought.

I hate Biola Internet.

So, my internet hasn't worked for two weeks. TWO WEEKS.

I've kidnapped my roommate, Liz's computer for the moment. It's the only way I can get on the internet.

This whole 'no-internet' thing could not have come at a worse time in the semester. It's suddenly impossible to check my calendar on first class (my dad was right--I should have used outlook), it came at a time where I had papers to do, and sparknotes to read... It seems like I can't get anything done without the internet. And--to make it worse, I don't have a printer on my computer. SO, if I want to write a paper, I need to use Liz's computer or be lucky enough to get one of the few computers in the library. Can't use mine because I can't print stuff from it. Can't use mine because I can't even email my papers to another computer.

Suddenly my computer's only purpose is freecell.

Oh, and Spider Solitaire. Can't forget that!

I don't know how long it will be out of commission, but I'm hoping that my dad will fix it this weekend. He's good with computers like that. If he doesn't fix it, then I'm basically screwed for these last few weeks of class.

Yeah, I'm stressed.