"Confession does not create a relationship with God, it simply nourishes it. If you are a believer, admission of sins does not alter your position before God, but it does enhance your peace with God." —Max Lucado
Hard to Believe.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
School is over. I am now a college senior.
I thought if I said it enough, maybe I'd believe it.
Mooney Final and Car Ad.
DONE WITH MY MOONEY FINAL! PRAISE THE LORD!
That was seriously the final I was stressing about the most. I even had a dream about it last night. I dreamt that Dr. Mooney felt super gracious and decided to give us the dates on our timeline and all we had to do was fill in the authors and their works. I told a couple guys in my class about my dream.
When we got to class, Dr. Mooney was holding the stack of finals. He begins passing them out, starting at the front of the class. Immediately after Paul gets his, he turns, looks at me, and declares, "Liz, you're a prophet." [Insert excitement here.] "Oh my gosh! My dream came true?" I yelled. "What dream are you talking about, Mousa?" Dr Mooney says. Then it clicks with him as well as the rest of the class who had all received their finals by then.
Dr. Mooney was gracious. He gave us some dates, some authors, and some of their works. We just had to fill in the blanks. TOTAL relief. I missed about 4 and a half of them, I think. Whatever. It's over. And I'm relieved.
Now I just gotta revise my paper when he gets my rough draft to me!
On a different note, I finished my car ad. It wasn't as epic as I imagined in my head, but I think it's cute. What do you think? (Just click it and it'll show up a little bigger.)
Obama. And Wanda.
So, I had the most random dream EVER. It honestly makes no sense.
I dreamt I was totally hanging out with Obama. There were these big buckets of money—just coins. And I was like, "Let me count them! I bet I can count them super fast and get into the Guinness Book of World Records!" And Obama was like, "I bet I can beat you!" So we both started this crazy race to see who can count coins the fastest. SO WEIRD.
On a different note, Wanda is the cutest woman in the whole world! Yvonne and I are totally her buddies! She loves us. Anyways, the other day, she was like, "What size shirts do you girls wear?" So we told her. Today, when we walked into the caf, she was like, "Girls, wait right here." She walks away and comes back with two bags all pretty with tissue paper and everything!
She got us Wanda's shirts! She's soooooo cute! I can't believe she gave us gifts! I love Wanda!
Photo of us in our Wanda's shirts WITH Wanda coming soon.
Chipotle Issues - Part 2
I get to Chipotle, stand in the terribly long and slow line, finally get to order. Mind you, ALL I wanted was a lemonade. No food. Not after the overpriced guacamole issue. I order a small soda, walk over to the machine, and attempt to get a lemonade. Water comes out. I dump it out and try again, as if that would really do anything. Still, just water.
I resort to getting a Dr. Pepper. (Insert frustration here.)
But, I forgive Chipotle. Do you know why? Only because the company made it worth it. I had fun, despite my lack of lemonade. So thank you Allison, Nick, Davey, Josh, Peter, and guy whose name I can't remember. lol. (Names have been arranged in clockwise order of seating to assure that there was no preference.)
Nikon. Polaroid. Argus.
I just ordered it. My Nikkor 55-200mm lens for my Nikon.
Man, I am SO stinkin excited!
I didn't take enough pictures this semester. I regret that. But I will fix that this summer. You'll see. Geez, I'm gonna carry around way too many cameras everywhere I go.
I still need to go on my polaroid shoot.
And, if I win the bid on that Vintage Argus, I will be an even happier camper! Whoop! =]
The Carrot Battle.
Carrots are the infamous allergy.
I thought I was the lone soldier of the carrot war in this world. Then I found out Andrew was allergic to them too!
Today, we decided to be brave and march right into the front lines of battle. After all, we do like carrots. At our graphic design dinner, we each ate one.
Now, we are dealing with the battle wounds. Andrew is suffering from a crazy cough and a bloody nose, while I am suffering from a developing stomachache and a slight inability to breathe (wishing my allergy inhaler was here at cbu rather than at home 50 miles away).
Don't worry. We will survive! We are tough soldiers!
Dwindling Stress and Epic Car Ads.
Just when I thought the stress was dwindling (who could I fool? stress doesn't dwindle!) I learned that I have yet another paper...8-10 pages long...due next Wednesday! ahhhh! I have soooooo much to doooooo! The only thing I am actually excited about is my car ad for one of my graphic design classes. Wait for it, wait for it. It's going to be epic.
The end.
Countdowns.
If you know me even the least bit, you should know that I am very fond of countdowns. And since that is the case, I will share my current ones with you...
17 days until the last day of school.
59 days til I go up to Norcal to visit Yvonne!
99 days til Jr. High Summer Camp!
113 days til England!
Notice, the countdown to the last day of school does not have an exclamation point at the end. And that is due to the fact that I cannot fathom actually being able to finish all the work that I have to do before that day. I know I keep venting about school, and for that I apologize. Please pray for me. Thanks friends.
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