"Is it done yet?" "NO!"

today was the long day for me, and long it was, but not necissarily bad. i actually had quite a bit of fun here and there amongst my busy schedule. this morning in my biology class we had a change of pace. the lab was located at a park just outside of the bustling city. there we met and counted... not birds... not trees... not crickets... but grass... we counted... grass. yes, it was as unappealing as one would think, but honestly i enjoyed it much more than sitting in that smelly laboratory doing experiments with onions.

getting back on campus i found it quite difficult to park. see, the problem lies with the great quantity of commutors. there are a plethera, and due to the construction, there are alot less spaces. i've always thought it would be fiar to have a commuter parking lot... like the one out on 12th ave. way on the outskirts of campus. the reason being is not because i have a grudge against the commuters, but because it is common sense. i do not go to their respective houses or other places of dwelling and park in their driveway, and pembroke is my home. why therefore should they park in my driveway? after all, aren't we paying more money to the school for living here on campus? shouldn't that entitle us to some extra parking rights? i also have pondered whether or not the increasing freshman classes should be permitted to have cars their first year. this is a major city and therefore it is not 100% neccissary to have a vehicle unless you have classes off campus. in that case, you are not a freshman. the reason i say that is because my freshman year i made out quite fine without a car. i made friends with cars and they took care of me. now i, in turn, take care of others who have no mode of transportation. that's the way it works. but that's that. not that i'm angry or anything, but it was something to ponder.

once back in my room though, i hit the pillows for a few hours. while sleeping i had the most vivid dream. there was a huge tornado that hit campus, touching down on the soccer field. i was in wilson for some reason, but i was caught in a crisis because there was a pregnant woman having a baby in the room i was confined to. i went outside primarily because i heard through the thick wall a loud train sound. when i went to the doors, they blew open and i whitnessed the sky furling into a huge black funnel that curved and arched and then touched down on the field accross the quad. it was enormous and i hurried back in to tell the others. we all watched from the window in horror as the tornado simply leveld write-maddox and then hail and pembroke. we all knew people who were in there (and no, you didn't die this time ((if you even read my journal)) you were with me, and i need not mention your name as that would go against my journal code) but those people, friends, died. it was crazy. then the tornado changed tradjectory and started heading our way. we were in a very sturdy building, but if maddox was flattened, what chance had we? all i remember seeing before i woke up were trees being ripped out of the ground a football field distance away from me. honestly i've always enjoyed tornado dreams. they excite me. but this one seemed to have some sort of meaning i think. i whitnessed both new life given and life taken in one moment. also i grew closer to, and lost loved ones. what is more, i had no control over the situation. it was totally out of my hands. i shall ponder that dream a bit more before i let it pass into distant memmory.

after my nap i took a shower and headed off to math. there i received my test results which were less than par. i'm so discouraged in that class right now. i worked so hard to do well on that test, getting tutoring form several different people and reviewing in math lab after math lab, but to no avail. i can't give up though. i don't fold under pressure.

after math i was free until five o'clock music theory lab. this time i used efficiently, studying with my good brother Charles for my theory test tomorrow. he has helped me greatly and i'm greatly appreciative. class followed shortly there after and i, of course, went. that pretty much sums up my day of classes.

so what did i do after that? well, i had some good times. i came back and joined in the pembroke/heron twister tournament. it was exciting and action packed! i hadn't played twister in quite some time, but i did well. my rare agressive nature played quite handy in my tactic to achive victory. Jorge was my toughest competition (he also being successful in taekwondo and fighting tactics that require great balance and flexability). we had two tie matches, but it was by total chance that he landed first on the final bout. the trophy sits in my room. it is actually a soccer trophy with the engraving (computer generated) changed to "grand champion pembroke-heron hall twister tournament". i admit... that was more fun than i've had in quite some time. this was not the only tournament i whitnessed tonight though. i went to see Viking play in the ping pong tournament. he's amazing at ping pong. a true champion if i ever saw one. but out of the darkness arose a new threat... tenniss players. they came out of nowhere and stole the competition with their well refined tenniss eyes and elbows.

the remainder of the night i spent at a resturaunt diong fraternity business. i'm quite thrilled though as i was able to partake in crab leggs for the first time in five years. i missed them ever so much! but here i am now after a long day. and it is going to be a long night... and a long day tomorrow as well. i have to write a paper tonight, and study for two tests before i go to bed. then i will be taking the two tests consecutively tomorrow and turning in my paper directly after that. so in short, this weekend is going to be a well deserved break from the hustle and bustle of life. i suspect i shall continue my quest for greater quantities of sleep and i'm also going to try to get a motion passed to CLEAN MY ROOM! it is hideous in here right now! i've got stuff all over the floor and dishes that need to be washed as well as a TON of laundry!

i guess i'm just writing this journal though, so i can get motivated to write creatively. this always helps me get into a writting mood. but alas i must leave you now, but i shant leave you empty handed, but rather with this though. be mindful of the words you speak. take great value in them and cherish them for they reflect what is in your heart. if you utter one word and justify it by saying "it's just a word", think about that the next time someone close to you says "i love you." i doubt you will consider those to be "just words". until we chat again, peace and love