Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away.....

If you didn't know, housing numbers are being assigned on FRIDAY! While this is balla shot calla, it really drives home the point that Freshman year is only three and a half weeks away from being over. Wow. It's hard to believe that I am already through year one of my college career. I can remember how far off college used to seem, and it's a quarter over?? You gotta be joking! You might say, "Well Nathan, you still have three years left." This is true, but let's analyze this: First, I'm practically a sophomore. That means I'm at the half-way point. So since I'm a 'sophomore' that basically means that I'm almost a junior, which means that next year is practically my senior year, and there I am walking the stage to get my degree in Psychology! If that just blew your mind, I understand. But that is exactly how it's gonna feel three years from now. We are gonna look back and think, "Crap! I was hauling my furniture up the stairs to Mabee or Gardner yesterday! And now I have a crazy wife and a kid on the way and years and years of debt to pay off!"

Maybe I'm over reacting :) But real-talk, where has this year gone?? I need more time! An extra month! Sure summer's great, but I have things I need to do! I've started making new friends, and it kind of hit me that I only have like three weeks with these people until everyone moves away for three months, and who knows what's gonna happen next year. 3rd North just installed the most thug life sound system into the common room. I need more than three weeks with it! I can't believe how fast this year's gone by. If I could, I would kill time. But then I'd be a murdera. Hmmm that sounds familiar....

But since we are on the subject of the future, why not indulge a little, eh? Next year! Next year is already looking to be pretty epic. No curfew?? Fawkt. Nicer dorms? Fawkt. OXFORD, ENGLAND?? FAWKT! Let's talk about Oxford. Bloody 'ell! Pretty good, eh?? I'm working on my accent. I'd say it's almost perfect! Study Abroad will definitely be the experience of a lifetime. I can't really imagine anything better than spending an entire semester overseas. I can't wait to dine on the local delicacies, travel to exotic places, kick it C.S. Lewis and Tolkien style in the pubs. I think it will be beneficial to me, because I will legitimately leave home for college. I really hope I grow spiritually there, and that I can just let loose a little. Within the rules of course :) The only problem is going to be the flight over there and back... If you don't already know, I hate flying. Loath it. Despise it. I would compare it to having your best friend date your sister behind your back, cheat on her with your current girlfriend, and then running off with your mother afterwards. Then multiply that by ten. Ok, maybe it's not THAT bad, but flying really does scare me! It seems like an awful way to die... And I know they say that you are more likely to die in a car crash than an airplane, and that airplanes are the safest way to travel, blah blah blah, beh beh, blah blah blah, comin out yo mouth wichya blah blah blahs. Tell that to all the DEAD people in those airplane crashes that practically happen everyday! That's what I thought! You can zip your lips like a padlock. Maybe if the news would report on all of the flights that landed safely, I would feel better. But no. The news always has to look at the glass half empty, and because of these misery-loving anchors and their misery-loving viewers, poor Nathan is terrified of planes :( Sad day. BUT if I survive the flight, I'm in for a fantastic semester! I can't wait!

I need to do homework. I have a 23 page paper due in 3 weeks. Shoot me now! Or put me on a plane! Same result...

I hate to end on a negative note, so let me think of something funny...

I got it! So the other night, the Children of the Mist (my intramural team) played some vball. Before the game started, the captains met at the net to talk to the ref. I am our team's captain, so I went forth to fulfill my noble duties. The ref gave us the run-down, and then asked us to play paper, rock, scissors to see who would get ball first. Let's pause here to go over some details. The team we were playing was legit. A little too legit. We are not legit. In fact we suck. But we're cool with that. But this team was good, and they knew they were good. They had that swagger about them. Their captain was staring at me, no smile, cut-off shirt, obvi trying to look like a bad A. So I decide to play a mind game with him. Right before we started paper, rock, scissors, I looked up at him and said, "I'm going paper." We did the one, two, three, shoot, and as I promised, I went paper. This idiot went rock! I said, "I told you I was going paper!!" And then the ref said, "Yah he did say he was going to do that..." I laughed and went over to my team. We then preceded to get our butts handed to us.

But I won Rock, Paper, Scissors!

Good night :)