Dear Goknertap

This sucks.

I miss you. Please, skip camp and come visit me in Colorado. I mean, it isn't all that bad. My kids are super fun, even if they are both ganging up on me and crushing me in "Risk." Bailey and I played in her pool yesterday. The walls fill up with water and have holes that shoot out the cool blue liquid.

I wrote about seven pages yesterday. It was lovely.

I cleaned my room and went through my first box. You know that book I borrowed from Lauren? About ending global poverty? Well it's one of three books I'm reading right now, so I'm still in the introduction... But it really convicted me. I need to get rid of all my junk, you know? I don't understand how I could have accumulated so much junk over one year. And it wasn't even a year!

Isn't that interesting? It was barely nine months, but my life has moved on so much. I don't understand. Gok, how is it that we went so deep so fast in only nine months? Is it possible for me to do that with people here at home? I'm going back to school in three months, though, so is it even worth it? But these people were my life until last August. I still cry when I watch the Costa Rica dvd. So I guess, in some ways... they still are my life.

But you are my life now. Our emo-ness and crazy headbanging. 352 and 378 is my life. And so is Karin, and the craziness of Amanda and August. Kelliega cheers me up, always. With Kayti I can go on long walks, swear when a car tries to run us off the road. Sarah... ah Muktuk. What can be said? Krysta and Natalie and Katie and JJ. Seattle is my life. SPU is my life.

I never thought I would say it... I even miss Nick's whinning.

Jesus come quickly.

(I am your friend... I just don't have time for you)
sara

social darwinism (or, a letter)

Dear Dr. Davis

tomorrow I will be turning in to you something akin to a rough draft of my paper. I have to confess that I don't really know what to be writing about, and I don't know that I am doing a good job at making this argument. But tomorrow is Friday and after weeks of working on this paper, I am pretty exhausted. I'm ready to be done and if we are genetically predisposed to either laziness of a drive for good grades.... well usually I would fall within the latter, but tonight I am of the former. Take that Somit and Peterson.

This email isn't really important. I just wanted to give you a heads up. It's a pretty muddy paper, but I can't do anything about it. There is no one to edit it, and I have no energy left to put much more work into it. At this point, so long as I pass through the course, I will be okay with (mostly) whatever grade I recieve. I just want to be done.

sorry sorry

I haven't updated in a while. life has been crazy.

this time two weeks, and I will have been home for my second day.

tomorrow I am going camping (and probably going to cry).

next week I have test after test after paper after presentation due.

next week I finish and begin another year.

tonight I am doing laundry.

tonight I am laughing outloud.

(and I have been updating the wordpress blog)

alright. I think I've got it.

Don't worry. I'll still update the ole blog. but I really like Wordpress. I think it's a bit easier to navigate, and I like the way it looks, frankly. there are still things that need to be worked out, but I'm enjoying it thus far.

anyway. here it is. check it out. check it out.

ciao.
sara

Just so you all know...

I am looking into moving my blog to wordpress.com.

actually, I have the site set up, I'm just tweeking. So... be prepared.

but that doesn't mean I won't update here every so often. I just need a change. Ah, change is good.


wake up O sleeper.
rise up and Christ will shine on you.
wake up O sleeper
rise up and Christ will shine on you.