Mid-terms a few weeks late

What my professors didn't realize is that they all said, "I'm gonna be nice to you guys and leave the mid-term for later in the semester, since I know you're swamped this week." I had one test mid-term week. I have five this week.

Sigh. Thanks guys.

Eye Contact

I get out of class at 1 and slide through the rain to my dorm room. About twenty yards in front of me a girl and a guy walk side by side, pushing one another back and forth; play fighting. Nearly the whole time I watch them they alternately glance up at me and make eye contact. He boots her off the sidewalk and looks up at me. Then she pushes him back and laughs, looking straight into my eyes. Then they both look up for as if for confirmation from me. Except, I have no idea why. Push, shove, eye contact. Chuckle, giggle, eye contact. Push, eye contact. I pass them. Eye contact.

What the heck? I'm thinking. Why do they keep looking at me? I'm not even involved in the game. They don't know me. I don't know them. Maybe it has to do with me smiling at them? Or maybe it has to do with the fact that they are newly "together" and very aware of the fact.

Whatever it is, it's got me thinking about how much eye contact confirms things for us. To know what someone is really saying or thinking, it's almost mandatory to make eye contact to understand them. But I didn't have a clue what was going on with them.

Still don't.

Weird stuff.

Red Liquid Donor as of Today

I have to brag somewhere, so I'm gonna brag here: I gave blood today. :) And I feel fantastic! No dizziness, no jumping or twitching when the needle went in--none of that. A real pro. heh. Just like 98% of people who give blood are: real pros. But, in a non-joking tone, I'm really happy I did it and plan to do it as often as I can. The only thing I wish is that I could see the person going to recieve my blood. Talking with them, or even just hearing their story would be incredible. Ah well, guess I'll just have to make up a story in my head.

Baby Boy

Kate and Phil's little beebee boy! Have you noticed the nose? I'm pretty sure that's a brain nose. ;) Can't wait to meet the little man.

Second Week, First Year

Second week, first day, done with classes, tired from the weekend, lot on my mind; two things:

Sentence from a confession statement at the Lutherine church our choir performed at:

"Remind us of that love whenever we doubt our own worth..."

Song:

Day 1

The first day I've had classes. All's well so far. Not a whole lot of homework worries. Think I'll enjoy my classes. Is it just me, though, or is it slightly easy to get discouraged and down? It must be this dorm room. I swear, the walls are driving me insane with their white bleakness.

Back to school again. Four more months of hard work, home work and cafeteria food. But! It's all a part of the experience, and that experience is well worth the macaroni and meatloaf dinners.

Audrey gave me a Justin Bieber poster as a joke gift for Christmas. I taped it to the side of my closet, but every time I come out of the bathroom, Bieber is crouched down, looking straight at me with a sort of pensive/longing look. Kinda freaking me out.

Before she left, my roommate gave me a calender for the new year--the monthly pictures are of Hawaii's many sunsets, crystal bay's and greenery. This room isn't even close to a warm paradise. Portland is cold, cold, cold tonight. Brr.

Happy New Year! 2011 Is such an odd looking number, but I think it's going to be a fantabulous year--oddness included.