BOO!

I'm sad to say that after three and a half years of loyal service, my Chacos have finally bit it. Hard. The strap finally completely broke off, and there's a hole in the bottom of the right shoe. To get both shoes restrapped and resoled would be around $60, not to mention shipping and all that stuff. So, I decided it would be better just to replace them with new Chacos. Very sad.

I settled on a pattern this time instead of the black that I've been wearing. It took a while to find the proper size in the pattern I wanted, but backcountry.com did the trick. Here's a picture of what the new Chacos will look like. Very good stuff if you ask me.
Even though it means that I won't have the black Chacos anymore. Change is always a good thing though.

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!!

In Writing this week we workshopped a story that was about a devoutlty religious mother who has to come to terms with the fact that her teenage daughter is now pregnant out of wedlock. A grievous offense in the mother's eyes. Now really I promise that I have no problem with stories that are about crisis in religion on the personal level, nor do I have problems with religion in general. But really this woman's story almost pushed me over the edge.

First off she wrote it in third person and the tone of the entire story was very put upon and there was definitely more of the author in the story than should have been. She assured us that she wasn't modeling the mother off of herself, but it's been pretty obvious over the last few weeks how this woman feels about people who aren't Christian and don't lead the "exemplary" Christian existance. But then is there anyone that really does?

On campus' there is a group called Campus Crusade for Christ, and while I'm sure that they do wonderful things, the fact that it's got the word "crusade" in it makes me a little nervous. I always think that if I were to meet up with them in the quad I'd be assaulted with Bible's and urged to convert by rock music and other catchy ministry tools. A little frightening for someone going through what some would call a search for faith. I have faith, but which faith that is is debatable. I guess it's my very own.

Which is why I don't really care to much for groups that are very in your face about their faith. I don't like the idea that there is so much emphasis on the after life and what's going to happen when we die. I would like to think that my soul is going to be taken care of, besides what do any of us really know what happens after we die.

But why don't we struggle to make the world a better place? Why not work to have heaven on earth instead of relying that we will get our dues in the end. Let's fix things now instead of focusing on what's going to happen when we die.

Wee-ords from the Cosmos *doo, doo, doo*

I know I really shouldn't believe horoscopes, but how can I not when they're so applicable to my life?? Tell me that! Bam!

Virgo
August 23 - September 21
You are speeding along in your vehicle and suddenly there is a huge ramp in front of you, dear Virgo. You have the choice of avoiding the ramp, staying on the ground where you know that it is safe and clear, and being content with a very limited view of the world. Another choice, however, is to hit that ramp head-on and let it send you soaring up over the trees and beyond. Who knows where you might land? There is an incredible adventure waiting for you when you take that leap into the unknown.

PS- I had my cholesterol checked this week and it's 167. Plus my cardiac risk ratio is 3. Flippin' sweet.