After having returned from the Montclair preparatory lesson for Sunday, I realized a few things. It'd be awesome if I could list them all down but that just takes more effort than I'm willing to offer.
One thing I did like though was the chapel itself. Now it was very, very similar to the South San Diego Chapel, but this had an actual corridor in the middle with the Secretary right at the western entrance. Ah. I can't even begin to explain how pretty it is. Of course, it's only less than 2 years old, but still.
Call me unrealistic, but someday, I wish to create structures that evoke such feelings of awe (same emotions I felt when I walked in). Oh high aspirations, why are you so unattainable?
Whatevs.
Wednesday, February 28
Tuesday, February 27
More Geek, Less Nerd
Apparently, the majority of the Deca-kids have played Gunbound.
After we graduate and the endless, event-less summer is spread out before us, we return to that game. We need to pwn once more.
But I think Eunice's converting to WOW.
And after reading why I just typed, I really want to laugh at how dorky we all really are.
After we graduate and the endless, event-less summer is spread out before us, we return to that game. We need to pwn once more.
But I think Eunice's converting to WOW.
And after reading why I just typed, I really want to laugh at how dorky we all really are.
Monday, February 26
Sunday, February 25
Exactly how it is.
I was browsing the PostSecret Blogspot:
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, February 25, 2007 8:25 AM
Re: From the film Garden State
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? Even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, February 25, 2007 8:25 AM
Re: From the film Garden State
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? Even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
Purpose Defeated
It's pretty sad how I attempt to wake up early on Sundays just to better myself and get things done.
But apparently the world is out to get me, for I always end up doing nothing. Nothing, at all. Talk about productivity. Is it really so much to ask for? I go to sleep fairly early last night in order to wake up bright and cheery the next morning, content with a full 9 hours of rest. BUT NO. My body, the world, and the cosmos saw it more befitting to let me forsake my needed research for something they felt was better: a few more hours of rest.
Oy. Really, now. The whole purpose of my setting my alarm clock has been defeated.
But apparently the world is out to get me, for I always end up doing nothing. Nothing, at all. Talk about productivity. Is it really so much to ask for? I go to sleep fairly early last night in order to wake up bright and cheery the next morning, content with a full 9 hours of rest. BUT NO. My body, the world, and the cosmos saw it more befitting to let me forsake my needed research for something they felt was better: a few more hours of rest.
Oy. Really, now. The whole purpose of my setting my alarm clock has been defeated.
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