reminiscence

I have been thinking a lot of old friends lately, who probably think I have fallen off the face of the planet. I have decided when things in my life aren't worthy of your interest, worthy of note, or even worthy of giving you material to aide in your procrastination (hmm, who am I talking about?), that I shall give small blurbs and histories of so many of the friends that I miss. Of Jared the Gamer, and Myra the Cute. Of Molly the Pansy and Guru Don. Of Cat Fatty-Stinky-Penguinness, Kari Mushuness, and Alyssa who-I've-never-called-anything-but-Alyssa. Even my family, Jimmie, Mariah, Jensi and Dale. Of Zoey the Wonderful. Of so many of my dear friends from Church Camp each summer - Kelli, Missy, Peter, Amanda, the Ashleys, the Jessica's, all of the rest of the Eggars and the Woolbrights, and especially my Sumo Brothers, Patrick and Jesse (and many, many more - it's camp!). Of my NYLC homies. Of my Honor Band peeps (that's right Darcie). Of Tasha, and Kevin, and Brett. Of theVal. I've just got so many of you on my heart. Sarah the Short. Flynn and Sarah the Beautifuls. Colin the Smasher and Charlie the Smashed. Yeah, of so many friends, new and old, that I am so thankful for and blessed by. Ben the Bald and Nato the Talented. Andrea the Settler. Kimsath Or. And Julie the Elusive (who just popped out of the woodwork, or brickwork, as it were. Yay!). Emily the Huggable. Megs the-only-Meg. Jenny and Lisa and Eduardo and Hailey, my closest Anderson BS peeps. Yeah. L to the Ynette, and David of the Ozog clan. Zach Attack... man, I just miss so many people sometimes. Jon and Eric the Hardcores. I do love people. I could never write enough about all the people I miss. Hopefully though, I'll let each of you know in person, so you don't have to be limited to a small bit of publicity on this obscure website :) Cheers to all of you, who have made my life so flavorful and awesome.

So one of my professors keeps calling me Joseph, and I don't have the heart to tell him he's actually had my name wrong the entire semester. So now my fellow Religion major Gareth has decided to rename me Jonas. And he's persistent. I don't get it.

I dread schoolwork. I don't know how to feel about my presentation on The Passion of the Christ tomorrow in my Judaism class. I'm particularly thrilled about my 5-7 page paper on Moses Mendelssohn's interpretation of Judaism for my Modern Western Religious Thought class. I'm kind of excited about my 3-4 page Plato's Republic paper on a Christian kallipolis (Eutopia) which will then turn into a 9-12 page paper on the same topic. But the real kicker is the 15 page paper on Jewish intermarriage due at the end of the semester, at the same time as the 9-12 page kallipolis paper and the take home quiz in Modern Western. Sorry, I had to vent. And when I look at the next three semesters, I realize, this is only the beginning...

MY DAD AND SISTER JUST GOT AN ELK. EACH! My dad got a spike bull elk, and two days later, this morning at like 7:30, my little sister got her first cow elk! Hell yeah! Elk meat for Thanksgiving! Elk meat for Christmas! Elk meat for theBirch for me baby! Elk meat for the next epoch! Yeah! My sister has got to be bouncing off the walls with excitement! I am! Yeah sis!