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| - It's Over To all my adoring fans:
The following dialogue went down at 1:05 pm on Saturday afternoon.
Jordan: I'm sorry. Sonia made me do it.
Sonia: Whatever. You just wanted to be trendy.
Jordan: True. I'm a follower. And the crowd is going to blogger. So I am following. But I'm leaving a link... does that make it okay? That's what Sonia did.... And apparently nobody's yelled at her yet....
Sonia: I want to go buy a newt.
(See previous 'ADD' entry and you'll understand)
Anyway, so I've converted. Sorry, your leader has left the xanga cult. But I'll still keep it up here, so you xanga peoples can get on quick. And I have a link to ya'll on my blog site too. So it's still convenient for everyone.
Here's the link
See ya'll later.
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| To everybody who is suddenly very worried about me:
I'm fine, really. This is just something that's getting me down for a little bit, but it's really not even a big deal in the long run. Nobody died, or will die, or lost their salvation or anything horrendous like that. It's just not something I can talk about because it doesn't have to do with just me. When I re-read my entry, I noticed how many tense and pronoun changes I made (Dr. White would be horrified, but perhaps Sonia, my fellow Grammarite, is the only one who will understand why...)
But don't worry-- I really am fine. I just have some stuff I have to deal with. | | |
| So this week was defintely not one of my favorites. You know the saying, "Ignorance is bliss"? It's too true. On Sunday night I found out something that I really didn't want to know, something that I wasn't even supposed to find out about, and I discovered it by random chance in a really hard way. I won't go into details here because it doesn't just concern me, but it hit me pretty hard, and I think I've been kind of out of it all week.
Is it bad to just ignore things and not deal with them. Or does it just make them worse over time when something else happens? I guess it's my own fault, for trying to pretend something away, deluding myself to believe what I wanted to. And then when something that should be minor at this point in time happens, all the stuff that's in hiding comes out and everyone wonders why you're suddenly so upset over something they perceive as not a big deal.
Why do guys always have to be right? Why can't they just open their eyes to another view once in awhile, instead of beating down everything you say with logic and sensibility. Why can't they understand that girls don't think like that all the time, especially when they're upset. I know, not all guys are like this, but it seems this week I've only encountered the ones who seem to have it out for me.
So to sum up, this week pretty much stunk. And no matter how much I try to get away from it, it keeps following. If I try to ignore it all again, it's just going to re-surface the next time something happens, but if I try to deal with it now, a certain person will just be upset with me for being upset. I have a feeling this friendship is going to be tested, and I honestly don't know if it's going to survive. And that's the thing that makes me most mad.
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| It has been said that I don't write in this enough, so to make everyone happy, I'll stick in my obligatory theology journal to make up for it. Sorry, they don't get too personal, but I'm trying. Here's this week's exciting edition of:
THE THEOLOGY PAPERS
Week 6
Well, once again this journal thing was in the back recesses of my brain. Ifve even written DO YOUR JOURNAL in my CHC planner on every Thursday for the next two months, and I still canft remember. Luckily Bethany reminded me a few minutes ago during the intramural ultimate frizbee game. So here I am once again, trying to delve into my mind and come up with something worth reading that has happened to me lately.
I was really excited to get Dr. Jfs newest book at chapel on Wednesday. I havenft
Really had a set plan for my devos since camp ended, so the fact that this book is set up like a devotional is great. I read the intro today and the whole thing was about life being meaningless. When read all by itself, the verse is pretty much a downer. Life is meaningless. Meaningless! Solomon was really trying to get the point across. The rest of the chapter went on to explain that wefve all felt that sense of pointlessness in life, where nothing seems to make sense and nothing satisfies. Thatfs actually a lot like how I feel right now, and I wrote about it a little bit in my personal journal. Donft get me wrong, I know life has meaning and purposec Ifm just going through one of those dry spells right now.
But I really am excited about this book. I think this month of reading it will be good for me.
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| Blame it on ADD
Being an English major is fun. Sonia and I discussed this yesterday or the day before, and we came to the conclusion that even with all the reading and nonsense grammatical demands, being part of the English clique is definitely worth it. I seriously think we have the best group at school, but I'm sure everyone says that. Classes are definitely interesting with the selection of students we have in there. Sometimes, though, those English Lit classes drag on. Nothing against Dr. White, but he goes off on tangents sometimes. And I mean tangents. He'll start off talking about something literature-ish and within a minute he'll have covered eight other topics that have absolutely nothing to do with the reading, the class, or even English Lit. Sonia blames this for her ADD in the class. Thanks to camp this summer, and our first hand observations of ADD children and the medications they take, we have concluded that we ourselves, as well as a fellow classmate, Brandon Ide, have the disorder and it becomes most apparent in English Lit. Usually Sonia deals with her ADD by asking random questions and getting dissed by Dr. White. But there was a time last week when I thought she had completely lost it. She had brought this little football to class and for awhile she was using it like a stress ball. Then her ADD got out of control and she built a half pipe for which to roll her football down... over and over again, until finally it fell on the floor and rolled beneath Stephanie's chair. There it stayed until the end of class, and poor ADD- stricken Sonia was forced to amuse herself elsewhere. Meanwhile, Brandon, who had been moved across the room early on in the class for exhibiting his own ADD, was busy creating a master essay on the effects of being ostracized from one's friends. (By the way, the title of this Xanga entry is inspired by aforementioned essay). He hung his masterpiece on the English bulletin board in the Admin building, but Dr. White took it down. Maybe Sonia and I can steal it and post it on one of our sites.
My own ADD experiences are not quite as fun as the others. I think I've managed to control my ADD by giving off the appearance of paying attention, while my mind wanders out the window, out the door, to the other side of the room, to what Sonia is currently doodling in my planner, to my plans for immediately following the class. Once I hit that point, I'm gone, and by the time class is over I am well into next week.
Sometimes I wonder about us....
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