Thursday, March 30, 2006

Torn

I've pretty much officially checked out of school now. It's bad. And I thought senioritis in high school was bad. I'm definitely on the senior slide now that the thesis is turned in and I shouldn't be. I still have a lot of work, aka my social work senior portfolio, to finish. I've pretty much convinced myself that it's not going to be that bad and that I don't need to stress about it. Instead, I should be out having fun all nights of the week because soon I'll be gone and never see these people. Ahh, the conflict between spending time with friends and doing schoolwork. I wish it wasn't so torturesome!

I want school to end, but I don't. I don't really want to start working. Being in the "real world." That frightens me. But then again I want all the papers to be over with!! No more journals, process recordings, annotations! Make them go away!!

Do I have to graduate?? I don't want to grow up!!/Will graduation ever get here?? I want out!!

Sunday, March 26, 2006

The Rain in Spain

Really does stay mainly on the plain! Or at least that's what Anali told us.

So I'm finally getting around to posting my pictures from Spain. They are on facebook or you can see them in a yahoo photo album. I'm too lazy to put up descriptions and all that in the yahoo photo album so you might be better just looking at the album on facebook.

I started typing this yesterday, but one of my roommates decided to use my computer and close my browser so it all went away. Here's a quick recap of everything since once again, I'm too lazy to do anything.

Art museums: Went to the three major ones. Saw Picasso (Guernica!), Dali, Van Gogh, Monet, and many, many more.

Other tourist-y places: Royal Palace (way cool) and a really old monastery about an hour outside of Madrid (also way cool and very cold!!).

Food: ate lots (of course!) Felt the need to eat dessert at every meal because, hey, when are we going to be in Spain again??
Favorite meals - eating outside at this little cafe while drinking some really good sangria.
our two dinners, in a row, at a way awesome vegetarian restaurant
Least favorite meals - the Kosher food they gave me on the plane.
Favorite desserts - flan at the little outdoor cafe, tirimisu at the vegetarian restaurant, ice cream brownie sundae at way awesome ice cream shop.
Least favorite desserts - ha, like I have least favorite desserts....

Hostel: Very nice and cheap! Much better than the one I stayed at in NYC in the fall. Laura and I had our own room, two twin beds, and our own bathroom. Well, we had a shower and a sink - the toilet was in the hall. Still, it was a great arrangement. No complaints here.

Random stuff we did: sat in a coffee shop for three hours, went to a pilates class at Anali's school (I'm horrible, imagine that...), almost got pickpocketed TWICE (we thwarted those attempts though! Ha!), went shopping A LOT (I swear, it's Spain's national hobby or something).

Also, if at all possible, NEVER fly through the Paris airport. Now I see why my dad hates it so much. We missed our connecting flight on the way there, along with everyone else in that airport. A good half, at least, of the people on our flight to Madrid had missed the previous flight because the airport is so horrible. Even if your plane gets there on time, it's almost impossible to make it to your next flight. Unless you did what we did on the way back and play the "rude American" game where you run through the airport pushing people out of your way. We HAD to make the flight to Houston - there were no others that day. And we made it to the plane 15 minutes before it was supposed to leave. It was a miracle I tell you.

So that's pretty much our trip. It was a lot of fun, but tiring. It was good to return and sleep in my own bed again.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Done

The thesis is turned in. All 84 pages of it. Were the cord that I'll wear and the asterick that will be by my name in the bulletin worth it? I'll let you know after I defend the sucker in April. But for now, let the celebrating begin!! I'm off to Cricket's.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Home

And I'm back. We got home yesterday evening without any flight problems. Thank goodness we made the connecting flight in Paris!! The trip was great, pictures to come soon. Actually, it will probably be post Wednesday before I get those up since I'm supposed to be working on the thesis straight until then. A full report of the trip will come after I get that thing turned in too.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Out of Commission

I'm leaving for Spain in less than one hour. See ya in a week.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Pictures

Pictures from our spelunking adventure.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

I Love to Play with Fire...

but seriously, who doesn't know that about me already??

The fire ban was lifted for our area so that meant that we got to have a fire on our camping trip this weekend! I was beyond excited. What's camping without fire??

Turns out that I didn't miss anything by not running in the bearathon this weekend. The spelunking expedition today was more hardcore than running. It was insane. You had to climb down this little tiny hole just to enter the cave and from then on, there were two, maybe three, places in the entire area where you could fully stand up. Most of the time we were crawling on our hands and knees through tight, enclosed spaces. Some of the time we couldn't even crawl, we had to lay on our stomachs and pull ourselves through the guano because the ceiling was that low. It was seriously hardcore and I thought about turning around and chickening out at the very beginning, but I'm glad I stuck it out. Although I'm bruised and sore now. But, the good news is that since I had done all that training for the half marathon, I'm in shape and I'm not sore because I'm out of shape, but just because I'm beat up from all the rocks and whatnot.

Since we were pretty much crawling/dragging ourselves through the entire cave, when we were actually able to stand up and relax it was beyond great. We were so freakin happy for the chance to stretch and not be so intimate with the bats that were two inches from us as we crawled through some of the tighter areas. At one point near the very back of the cave we could almost walk it - we were still somewhat hunched over, but we were almost able to stand up. We kept saying that it would be so great if the entire cave was like this. It would have rocked if we could have walked the entire time, or nearly walked. But then again, if we were able to do that, then we would not have appreciated walking, or almost walking, nearly as much. It wouldn't have been anything special. We would have taken it for granted. Like everything else in life.

Last night around the campfire we talked about suffering, as Lent has just started and Jesus sufferred so greatly for us. I was thinking about it, and compared to many people, I haven't sufferred at all. My life really hasn't been too bad in the grand scheme of things. I mean, sure, there have been rough times. Times I wish never happened. But when I look at others and what they have gone through, my life hasn't been that bad. Then today when we were in the cave I got to thinking about suffering some more. If we were suffering when we were crawling around, bruising and scraping our bodies, how much did we appreciate it when that ended? We were ecstatic for the chance to relax, stand, stretch, not be two inches from the cave walls on all sides of our bodies. The suffering made it worth so much more. We appreciated it more than we would have than if the entire cave was walkable.

The great times in life make the hard times worth it. No matter what we must go through, there will eventually be sunlight coming down through the hole at the exit of the cave. And that light will make the entire trip worth it.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Afghanistan, Crawford, and Waco

So, guess who made a surprise visit to Afghanistan today?

Hint: it wasn't me.

Our very own President Bush!

Now guess who had lunch with him, the first lady, President Karzai, and the King!

Hint: someone I'm related to and who is Afghanistan.

Mi padre!

My dad wasn't supposed to have lunch with them, but Pres. Karzai saw him in the hall on the way to lunch and pulled him in as his "guest." So my dad dined with Bush and talked about me. I guess they were talking about Texas and so he had to mention that he has a daughter in Texas, going to Baylor (but no plugs for the library, sorry...). Bush told him that once he is retired to Crawford that my dad should come visit him at the ranch while he's visiting me at school. Minor detail - I'm graduating in May! There will be no visiting of me going on in Waco (most likely) post May. Although my dad is trying to convince me to stick around here a while longer. Hmm, probably not going to happen, sorry dad...

(I would like to point out that I kept all my political views out of this post. Which, if you know me, is very hard. But now I'm afraid that the government is watching me. I need to be on my best behavior.)