Currently Listening Potter's Field By 12 Stones see related

So I've been at Liberty for a month now, and there are almost three whole months left.  Only a month and I've already made a general schedule of my exam week. Okay well not general; it's a detailed hour by hour schedule that I did on Microsoft Excel.  And it's color coded!!  I've gone so far as to schedule in study time and eating. I also have church in the schedule and cleaning and packing.  I've also already decided when I'm able to do my white glove check before I leave.  Man, I need a life.  Well, see I'm OCD, about grammar and about keeping an update detailed schedule, and a lot of other things.  I understand that it is commonplace to leave out commas in emails and IMs and even here, but I can't resist the urge to be grammatically correct.  People who had 9th grade English with me would call me Mrs. Ball, and strive to keep red pens out of my reach.  It's a good thing I'm not teaching English, or I, too, would be said to "bleed" all over my students' papers.  Anyway it can be a good thing since I write.  It really annoys me--I've heard this from my friends as well--to read published books with horrible grammar and spelling errors.  I'm the proof-er for a lot of people I know.  I strive to keep my writing as error-free as possible. 

My mom's ocd as well, but she swears I'm worse.  Her reasoning is because I'm really picky on the way my clothes are folded.  I have a lot of tank tops that I don't like to hang or rather can't because I don't have enough hangers.  I fold them in half, then in half again, and in half once more.  In the end I have eight tank tops folded the exact same way looking quite identical.  I will then re-fold them if mom folds them differently.  Also they have to be right side out and the first fold keeps the front on top. . .

So I wasted your time again.  This is time you will never have to use ever again. Think about it, the minutes you have just spent to read this will never be available to you ever again.  You are now two minutes or so closer to your death.  You could have used this time for homework or studying for a test or reading an important announcement on the LU Splash page or whatever your school uses to give announcements.  You could have been talking to a long lost friend or comforting a hurting room-mate.  You could have been falling in love with the random guy or girl that you just ran into.  You could have been witnessing to someone or I don't know, anything but reading Anna's random thought of the day.  How does this make you feel?  Depressed, mournful, upset at me for keeping you from more important things?  If it is the latter, remember I never forced you to read this.

The main purpose of starting this entry was to talk about how ready I am for this semester to be over with.  I also wish I could just skip the next twenty-four hours.  First, I could skip hall-meeting.  I wouldn't have to do my group project tomorrow morning; I could also forget about convo with Falwell.  There would be no work or Parenting class.  This time tomorrow I would be sitting in TRBC sanctuary listening to Ergun Caner preach Campus Church.  I had a THEO I test yesterday, and I just took a THEO II test and quiz an hour ago.  Why am I taking both THEO in the same semester? I want to get them out of the way as quickly as possible.  I am so ready to be done with school forever.  I told my mom earlier today that I don't have a problem with working eight hours a day; I'm just tired of working four hours a day and then going to class for another four hours.

If you chose to read to this point, you also have no life.  Join the club.  A person with a life would seriously have stopped reading during my spew about wasting your time.  A person with a life would have realized, "hey, I have more important thigns to do. I can check my messages on Facebook or create a new group called 'Jerry is a Boo-Bah.' "  If you wanted to create that group, I'm sorry.  I've already done that.  Since I know you have no life, you should join.  People with a life really wouldn't find the statement all that funny because people with a life wouldn't know or care what a Boo-Bah is.