Wesleyannes, if you graduated before Banks started being used as a first-year hall, this post may scare you.
I LOVE BANKS.
Seriously, I’ve decided Rosemary and whatever other spirits inhabit this hall will be my friends. We’ll be cool.
Except for when she makes it where the completely unclogged shower won’t drain–that’s a little irking.
But we’re straight.
For real though, I have no idea if this place is haunted but I love the folklore of it.
Having lived in many an “inhabited” place, this is nothing new.
I love freaking Mama out when she comes up to my room, watching her fight off the fear is quite hilarious. 🙂
So, without further adieu, here are some pictures of my room.
Anyway, today has been full of ups and downs.
Overall a good day, but I did have a moment.
See, it hurts my heart when I hear people who have such bright futures talking about partying themselves silly.
It’s taken away and taking away the bright futures of some people I consider/considered close.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel like a loner, I don’t drink, smoke, party, go clubbing, or even for the most part go out at all on nights before I have class. Yeah, I’m that girl. The nerd.
But hey, being a nerd got me out of high school early, and I believe it will serve me well in my future degree and eventual career.
I wanted to cry.
In the attempt to distract myself, I went through all of my old tweets.
For some reason, Twitter wouldn’t let me look before February 4, but I found this in my perusing.
And on top of the hilarity in the words themselves, he said it in his “cowboy” accent. 🙂
Seriously, I don’t consider myself a religious scholar, but out of the mouths of babes!
I have learned more about life, death, and grief from the people under ten that live in my house than any book I’ve ever read.
The youngest cray knows. He knew that making me laugh was the one sure way to brighten my day.
So, in the spirit of not getting tears all over my own metaphorical sweatpants, I sucked it up, and ended up having a pretty good evening.
I hope you all are lucky enough to have experienced to or to experience in the future the wisdom of a child.
I won’t throw out my liberal theological views, but I believe Jesus knew what he was talking about when he said to believe like a child–but that’s another post. 😉
I love you all, and I hope your day has been full of laughter.
PS-something or someone keeps making the fan make clacking noises whenever I type. Just going to leave you with that. 🙂