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Post-concert adrenaline rush

After a day of insanity, I should have so much to write about, but my mind is currently a jumbled mess of inexpressible feelings and thoughts. Does anyone else ever feel like that? When people ask how I'm doing, I often have to stop and think about it, and even then I'm not quite sure. I should just say "I don't know" in order to avoid abandoning my [seemingly more important] train of thought.

It's silly to constantly keep tabs on your emotional state. Emotions fluxuate quickly, and thinking about how you feel only prolongs the current emotion and disrupts your natural flow of thoughts, feelings, and actions. The affect itself becomes the focus, preventing a change of emotion in response to environmental and cognitive alterations. (Does that make any sense?)

My venting just turned into a psychology lecture. I love my major. :) Before studying abroad, I wasn't as thrilled with psychology, but last semester I didn't have any psych classes and I really missed them. The plethera of history classes made me want to vomit (ok, it wasn't THAT bad), but all the Classics majors around me were totally stoked to be learning about rocks and dead languages. What put me to sleep amazed them. I realized a simple concept through those Classics weirdos...psychology isn't interesting to everyone, and history is intriguing to some people. (I know it's obvious, but it helped me to realize that psychology actually is a good fit for me.) But in all seriousness, I'm not sure about the sanity of those Classics majors...they are a weird bunch. They admit it, too.

I prefer to study revelent concepts, and as a human being, psychology is an extremely relevent discipline. Even when it comes to math, statistics is probably my favorite area of study. Unlike calculus, it's relevent. (Disclaimer: Calculus is probably relevent in engineering.) Speaking of irrelevance... This semester I am cursed with two history classes (Church History and Modern Civilization). I hate them. I absolutely hate them. There are much better things I can do with my time than memorize names and dates.

Man, sometimes I surprise myself in these blog entries. I'm gonna stop now, before I say something I'll regret. Thanks for reading. Adios.

~Libby the Stone(bridge)r

Song of the day: "My Offering" - Nichole Nordeman

Facebook Stalkers Anonymous

Procrastination... It starts when I dread doing work. I welcome any and every distraction, and even while I study, my mind wanders until I get up and do something else. Somehow, every minor distraction seems worthwhile. That was the case yesterday, as I tried to read for my Church History class. Name and dates, nothing too interesting, and then..."Ooo, I should look up Bedford High School's facebook class of '02!" (I attended Bedford schools through third grade, after which my family moved to Bainbridge.)

I scrolled through "Beford '02" and vaguely recognized a few names, but I wasn't certain that I knew them. Then I came across my kindergarten crush, a name that I definitely remembered...

So I wrote:
"Hey, I know this is totally random, but I was looking through the Bedford class of 2002 because I went to Bedford through 3rd grade. Your name was the only one I recognized...probably because I used to chase you on the playground or something. Anywho, I hope you're having a nice life! Later, Libby"

And he responded:
"I can't believe you found me and I remember you distinctly. That's crazy. Kindergarten right? I guess you already know I am going to school right now. I live in Kent. I am engaged to a girl who I met at Akron. I am getting married January 7th! What about you?"

First of all, why are so many people getting married? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for my friends who are engaged. But when I think about the sheer number of people my age who are soon-to-be husbands and wives, it weirds me out. I can't be this old. I don't want to be. But anywho...

I was so bold in kindergarten. I chased this kid on the playground a lot, and one time on the bus I blocked the aisle and told him he had to sit with me! He was actually in my class for a few years. If my memory serves me right, he was always the fastest kid in the class, and I came in second. I think that inspired the playground chasing. I was one of those girls, the type that mothers shield their sons from for as long as possible... A playground chaser.

Well, thanks for tuning in. Leave a comment.

~Libster

Song of the day: "Worlds Apart" - Jars of Clay
Come to the Jars of Clay show on campus this Friday night!!!

The Superior Sport

This year my brother Brian is a freshman at GCC, and I've really enjoyed having him here! In the past three years, I had only played catch on campus a handful of times. I didn't know any girls at Grove City who would've been interested in playing catch, and I didn't want to ask guys. But now that my little brother's here, I can play catch all the time!!
(Playing catch is merely one of many benefits of having Brian here)

I love baseball. In my mind, it's in a league of it's own: no other sport can compare. While baseball can be boring to watch, this sport is so fun to play. Baseball involves a variety of skills. Throwing, catching, and batting barely scratch the surface... Smart base-running and fielding depend upon instantaneous judgments that require a deep understanding of what is going on in the game, and there's still so much more. Team sports in general should be distinguished from individual sports. Sure, a swim team is a team, but each swimmer's performance doesn't directly relate to and depend on his teammates'. Team sports involve an interdependence and comradery that individual sports do not. And from my experience, baseball is the best of the team sports. My brother Joe, on the other hand, asserts that football is just as great as baseball; he even goes so far as to say that it might be better. I can see how that might be true, but - being a girl - I've never played on a (real) football team, so I'm not in a position to make that judgment. Whatever the case may be, I'm loyal to the great American pastime.

What do you think?

~Libbz

Song of the day: "Stars" - Switchfoot

Yes, my friends, things have changed on Monkey Slippers! I miss the orangey-ness, but at least people can post comments now.