Bonding over painful experiences

I've made an interesting observation: I always feel closest to my fellow classmates at the end of every semester. There's just something about the last few weeks of school where we all pull together to make it through that last stretch. I find myself joking with people whose names I don't even know. I find myself walking down the hall talking with a guy named Danny who is in my nutrition class and I know nothing else about him except those two facts. I find myself in the library rushing around with seven other people in my class as we frantically type, print, and ask each other what order the pages in our project are supposed to go, and then rushing to class as a unified group to turn it in with just a minute to spare.
I'm going to miss these days.

Ethical thought of the day

I think I may be changing my stance on capital punishment. Blackburn is very persuasive.

But don't worry, Justins, I'm still with ya on war.


I think everyone should take a Christian ethics class. It totally stretches your mind with a million possibilities and then forces you to choose only one. But at the end of it, you feel like you really stand for something. And you know why.

Terrible terrible news

Oh, the horror!

Effective yesterday, April 18, Subway has discontinued use of subway stamps.




My world is falling apart.

The regular, please

On Wednesday I was dubbed "a regular" at Subway. I guess that makes sense considering when I show up now, the owner automatically pulls out a footlong wheat roll and starts piling it with turkey. Today I asked him if I was getting predictable, and he just kind of smirked over the pickle jar (this guy never smiles, so this was a minor accomplishment on my part).

While we're on the subject of being a regular, the guys at the 7-11 by my house know all the kids in my family by name. And they know what we'll buy when we go in. Ice, bread, milk, some combination of those three. Once when I went in there, the guy asked me, "No milk today?" and I said, "Oh, thanks! I totally forgot!" Now, when your local 7-11 employees know your shopping list better than you, that means you frequent that particular store a little too much. They know us so well, that they commented on my new wheels the day after I got my truck. And somehow they even recognize my mom even though she never goes there-- just sends us. Sadly, we do not know their names, as 7-11 employees do not wear name tags. We simply refer to them as "the one with glasses" and "the older one."

Rabbit, rabbit

On the first of every month my brother and sister and I make sure that the first words out of our mouths are "Rabbit Rabbit." No one knows why or when this started-- I think it was something we saw on TV. Anyway, saying this phrase before saying anything else will bring you good luck for the rest of the month- it's been proven.

So we all have an unspoken agreement. Whoever wakes up first and remembers, says it to themself, then goes to another sibling, covers their mouth so they can't say anything else, and as they wake up, tells them "Quick! Say rabbit, rabbit!" Normally, this kind of awakening would get a scathing look, and the look does always appear... until the one being woken up realizes it is for their own good they are getting such a rude awakening. This is such an important ritual that my sister will actually ask me to to wake her up early during her spring vacation so she doesn't miss it.

This morning I threw back the covers on my sister's bed with glee and clamped my hand over her mouth until she mumbled, "rabbit, rabbit."

I am such an awesome big sister.