This IS Decaf... Right?

WRONG! I did not just drink decaf but cafinated coffee. That means that I'm about to get very paranoid and fidgity. I already chewed through my cup and it's two in the morning. To put it short: Bad idea. But really it was all along a good groove. I had a very evenful, yet bizzare day, but that's the way I like it. It started with a few dozen hits of the snooze button followed by a nice relaxing shower. Internship went well, but that was about the last of normal that I was going to see for the rest of the day. I left internship and went to accounting class... only I went thirty minutes earlier that I should have and ended up walking in on the wrong class. The class size was about 40, and they all, including the professor, looked at me. You'd better believe I was a bit lacking for words in that eternal silence until someone spoke up the obvious. "You're in the wrong class." The rest of the class chuckled as I looked at my watch with bewilderment. I had to make a decision right then and there as they burned me with their eyes. I could either turn and walk away and look like a moron, or I could confirm my moronhood to the class BEFORE I turned and walked away. I chose the latter. I confidently stated that "The professor paid me to come in at about this time and tell all of you what a wonderful job you were doing, to keep up the good work, and that this was indeed his favorite class." I then looked at the professor and loudly whispered "I'll be expecting a check in the mail." and THEN I walked off... It was only after I left that the reality set in. I AM a moron.

So I went back to my room and had lunch and played my guitar. An hour later I went to my class and the professor was well into his lecture. I was thirty minutes late apparently, but atleast I was in the right class. I don't know what happened. Has my mind been that consumed? I was worried there for a second that maybe I had underwent one of those silent strokes and part of my memory was erased. I sat for the rest of the class and regained composure and self awareness before my next class. By this time I had talked to a few of my friends as to what was on my mind and they had some pretty good advice. They're all for me taking positive forward action, so maybe I will. All I needed was some fresh music and a decent drive to confirm it. Driving with loud music makes me feel at peace for some reason. Not too sure why. But when I got to Cool Springs for my class, I pulled off the exit ramp and at the top there was a car just broken down on the side of the road with a Belmont sticker on the back. I decided to stop and help em out and as it turned out, she was headed to my class. She suspected that she ran out of gas, but was hopeless in that she didn't have a spare tank to fill up at a station, so she was afraid she was going to have it towed.

Here is where the miracle happened

It just so turns out that I have a very odd water bottle. It holds about a gallon of liquid, It is cubicle and red, and it has a long black spout at the end. It is, infact, a gas tank. And where, shouldst I wonder, is this gas tank at the present? Well in the back seat of my car of course! So I got it out, we drove to the gas station, filled it up, put it in her car, and she drove off. I gave it to her as a keep-sake. But wow! I was looking at it this morning and I thought to myself... "Should I take it out? ... Nah, I'm too lazy." God works in mysterious ways.

So after my next class I went to hang out with my fraternity brothers for a while. It turns out that tomorrow is the second year aniversary for when the Magnificent Seven (my pledge class) was initiated. I feel really old right now. We looked at freshman pictures and I really do look alot older. Only a year left I guess. Makes me kinda sad, but kinda happy at the same time. But alas, this is where I drank the strond cafinated coffee, which is why I am still awake.

Oh, and in health class today I found out three new things about myself

a.) I am a very highly stressed individual (nah, ya think?!?)
b.) According to my habbits, I am set to live atleast to age 84.
c.) If I want to gain weight, I have to eat over 2070 calories a day... ... ... If you know me at all you know that last one is bull. I eat probably around 4000 calories of food a day... and I don't gain CRAP! and THAT... makes me frown.

But alas, I do feel quite joyous as of now. I'm listening to classical and typing as fast as I can in hopes to calm down just a bit before I try and sleep. If there's anything I hate, it's lying in bed tossing and turning and not falling asleep right away. That is BORING!

To you all I pray for the best. Wrap up in this cold weather we're having (it's about time) And keep your thoughts on higher things. I'll leave you with this poem.

But Grace is desert's shallow pool
That quench the wise man and the fool
Though wisdom only stops to think
The foolish man will stop to drink

Peace and love