Easter

Today was by far one of the most amazing days of my life. With a church full of people sitting down just before the service, we all rose within seconds of the first song. The worship was great, and the echo of the congregation's "How great is our God," sang loudly in my heart. I couldn't hear anything else in the world at that moment, with my best friends beside me. I was enjoying everything Easter has to offer, namely our eternal separation from God was no more. And to top all of that, Jesse Lollar, a true woman of God, publicly declared herself for Christ in front of the church, a courageous declaration of faith that is often acquiesced by Christians. Her baptism was completed with a splash in the water, and it was by far one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. And with a night of hanging out with friends, not doing homework, I find myself, once again, at the library blogging at some absurd hour. I don't have my academic life together at all. But, Easter is enough to let me know everything's alright.

Early Bird

The early bird cathces the worm, right? But if the early bird never sleeps, then he's bound to crash while flying high in the sky. Yep, that's me, and here's another sleepless night spent catching up on homework, thinking, and doing all the things I should really be doing during the day. My dilemma is that I have a midterm in T-minus three hours that I have yet to study for. Foundations of Math was never a good idea, especially with this deathly old professeur with one lung who thinks he needs a glass of water when he's coughing (was coffing) up enough phlegm to sink the Titanic. Ok, maybe that was uncalled for and in reality my atitude should be much more jovial in these cicumstances (see Lindsay I'm trying). I'll get my work done through the grace of God and will no doubt be in the same circumstances next week and if not before finals. But, this is college, and this is life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Spring Break

Its been a week and what do I have to show for it? I have two simple words: spring break. Those two words entail exotic locations or some winter paradise, beautiful girls, and of course some alcohol to ensure “very” social people or at least some great memory of drunken stupidity. But, this spring break was an actual break from the monotonous routine of college. I’m spending time with my grand parents in Crossville, TN. Crossville is halfway between Nashville and Knoxville so some say its in the middle of nowhere. Now, I’m in an all inclusive resort with a comfy bed, home cooked meals, and having nothing to do but count the threads on my pillow. My routine has been reduced to breakfast, lunch, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy, dinner, and sleep. In one night I’ve actually slept twelve hours, something which I could barely accomplished in a four night span at Emory. And for that, I’m completely relaxed, soaking up every lazy minute to slowly expunge for the remainder of my sleepless nights this semester.
You’d think I’d be able to make decisions within a week, but the only thing I’ve resolved is that non-bake cherry cheesecake is, in fact, delicious. My real dilemma is whether or not to join a fraternity, something I would least likely find myself doing. This decision is due by Tuesday, and I have no progress to show for it. I have right intentions to join, but little time and some great friends I’d miss. But, what to do?
For now, I’m off to the kitchen for a late night snack, by late I mean 11:36 pm. I’ll be back in A-town Saturday night after spending five hours to Montgomery and three hours to Atlanta. Hopefully, I’ll see everyone Sunday night, and we’ll all be ready to stay up through the night doing nothing important at all but wasting our lives with our friends. The friends that just make us laugh, mostly at ourselves.

Crossroads

Crossroads has come up often in my small group, and I thought I had passed them all, or at least the more difficult ones. I was wrong. My foolish pride has gotten the best of me, and so I'm stuck spending this night wondering which way leads on to way. If only I knew which way to go or could just see around the bend in the road, I could sleep much easier. I can't. Its just part of the human condition; we are no prophets. And when I thought I had it all together, so goes my world tumbling down, like children through carefully crafted dominoes.

The Error of My Ways

I have succombed to the power of blogging, and its obvious I don't have a weeks worth of information nor all the lessons I should have learned from my self-conducted experiment on myself. But, it is appropriate to tell the story of what happened and how long I held out. We'll start at Thursday and end...on Thursday. Ok so I didn't last a day. But I can't say I didn't try.

Thursday begins...

7:38 Woke up (slept a solid two hours the night before)

7:46 Shower (quite refreshing)

8:15 Checked mail and went to class (not exciting)

8:30-9:45 Math 250S (we use parentheses in math)

9:45-10:00 Walked to next class (I felt that this parentheses was necessary)

10:00-11:00 French 203 (class got out fifteen minutes early, hooray)

11:15-11:30 went to lunch at the DUC (I ate with Susan, who is hopefully gloating right now because she's so blogworthy)

11:40-12:30 checked e-mail, completed Campus Resource Information sheet for Orientation Leader homework, and filled out FAME application (most productive hour of the day)

12:35-1:50 PE 101 LD7 Lab (this week was on depression: I slept through it and am now sometimes called a heartless bastard)

1:50-2:10 quick nap (closed my eyes for maybe five minutes)

2:10-2:20 ten minutes at the post office for two stamps (wanted to take a pen and gouge my eyeball out with it, but other than that I was patient)

2:30-3:45 Film Studies 270S (I don't exactly remembered what happened during this class)

3:45-3:55 Dropped off FAME application (most productive ten minutes of the day)

4:00-4:25 Took entirely way too much time to return to Trimble Hall to do laundry (those stairs are rough)

4:25 Laundry commenced (this is just more filler)...

4:25 and onward ???????????????????????????????????

So I don't remember what happened from then until now, but I'm pretty sure its involved Harris Hall, Complex, some people who control my life, about sixteen hours of sleep in five days, and for some very strange reason elves. This could be a result of insanity or so that's what the elves told me. But really, this whole sleep and school work thing is not working out. I'm standing on the fulcrom of a broken see-saw with work and play at opposite ends. I'm not exactly breaking even or weighing in any more, but just stuck on a playground. And all I've got to say for myself is, "oh boy, is it fun!"

What a Waste of Time

Hello readers. I've decided I must examine my life to the second or at least as well as I can record it. I spend countless hours not sleeping and not doing homework which leaves left to do what? I'm not exactly sure. Where does my time go and what do I do with it? Well, I will once and for all unveil time's deceitful face and unravel its mysterious power over me. My next post will be a typical week in the life of Chris Saden. From Thursday morning to Thursday morning (just a second before the time the other Thursday morning began), you will have walked my week. And I (God willing) will finally find the truth about time. So in one week, you will have an amazing story filled with classes, classes, and wait, did I say classes. You should be excited. Nay, you must be excited because this is my last blog until one week, and just because I say so. If you get bored I'm sorry, things we'll get more interesting in one week. Until then, pine for more, pine.

Warning...

If you ever found yourself in these situations then you share my pain or laughter. If not then I say heed my warnings or be the one dying of laughter.

Sleep is a good thing. Or else you'll wake up to a teacher in an eight thirty class asking if your ok. Followed by you going up to the board to do a problem, realising you don't know crap about what you're doing.

Not every tall cylindrical can with a hole at the top is a trash can. Katie learned this the hard way while waiting in a music hall for a wind ensemble performance. She placed some trash in it and then realized it was not a trash receptacle. And yes, everyone, including me, laughed at her while she slowly backed behind me to not be seen. Next time Katie, just give me the cough drop wrapper.

Artwork laying around campus has chains on it for security purposes. I mistakenly thought the chains on the dinner table were symbolic of chaining the family together. I was clearly wrong, and now revoke my speaking privleges.