Conversations in the Arb until 3 in the morning are my favourite…..hands down.

And the summer rain is here….it’s best in the summer because of the
thunder and walking barefoot with no umbrella. Wish I could stay with
you all just a little bit longer . . . absence makes the heart grow
fonder, no? Time to finish packing. Until we meet again, farewell and
God bless.

Don’t forget.

I’m awake, you’re still sleeping
The sun will rise like yesterday
Everything that we are now
Is everything we can’t let go
Or its gone forever, far away
I hope tomorrow is like today
Don’t you go away tomorrow
I don’t think I could handle that
You’re probably dreaming that you’re flying on
Then you start to fall
But then you rise
and shine forever
Don’t go away

I hope tomorrow is like today

I can’t think of the words to say . . .

But since when has that not been a problem? Eh well. . . tangent.

The thought of 50 years of marriage makes me want to cry…with joy of
course. This coming December my grandparents will celebrate their 50th
anniversay (Lord-willing). I can only hope and pray that one of these
days I’ll be doing the same. 🙂

Yay! Finished with my first (and second to last) exam! I definitely
prefer the whole paper ordeal over the 2-hour examination. At least
when writing a paper I have time to fully organize my thoughts and
blahblahblah….my brain waves are slowly deteriorating. Good things
it’s almost over! Spring fever has hit pretty hard and I’m ready to be
outside and carefree! So close…. I haven’t actually counted the hours
(as Karen has….) mainly because considering my lack of mathematical
skill I would probably get it wrong anyhow and also because that is
simply another fact that my brain refuses to retain. Now…ask me about
Hadrian or Galba or especially Atticus and I will spew random factoids
like exactly how many sestercii he contributed as a gift to Brutus when
he was fleeing the uprising against him in Rome (it was 400,000). ….

ANYWAYS, that is not necessarily relevant at the moment . . .

Nice day outside. . . eh….burnout. Can’t write anymore for now. It will all facebuntur Latinam.

    Exactly one week and I’ll be home in the Southlands! That’s a nice thing to think about. Of course, this week will be very nice too once I finish my last (and only) two finals. And this stupid Atticus paper. What did I get myself into?!?! Ah well….only 6 more pages. HA. And that used to seem like a lot. Guess that was before I had to write 20 page papers.

    Anywho…

Hooray for Regina and Brannon [about to graduate]!!!! Not sure if we’re doing anything special for them . . . but we should. eh. Pre-planning was never my forte. Alrighty, well I’m off to church.

love from me.

   I think I may have been more productive in these past
couple days (as far as writing goes) than I have been all semester! I
guess it helps to have 6 papers due by Monday–that sort of forces you
to be prolific–but still…it’s nice to have such a sense of
accomplishment. All that’s left is 5 or 6 pages for this Latin research
paper.

And….

……there’s a bird outside my window right this very moment, hopping
around on those odd cement circles in the courtyard…..tangent.

     The weather today was so beautiful I didn’t
want it to end. The only thing you can do on days like this is thank
God and enjoy it to the fullest, which, for me, meant watching the
baseball game outside with Stacy. I made a dandelion crown for her and
I don’t even know if we won or not. It’s so great just to pretend like
you’re a child again . . . but then I had to go back inside and study.
It’s a shame how when you walk inside after being out in the sun, you
can’t see anything for a couple seconds because your eyes have to
adjust to the darkness of the inside. That is most likely metaphorical.
Of course that metaphor might wax a bit on the Romantic side (as in
Romantic era literature, i.e. Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley). haha Yes…I
was studying for English.

    Anywho . . . I am definitely going to watch Slipper and
the Rose later. Another childhood memory. Feel free to join me . . .

                                     — Lord Byron

post-scriptum: I had to memorize this at some point in my elementary education . . .you know for one of the ACSI speech competitions or whatever . . . those first lines have always stuck with me.