Writer's block. I have so many interesting things to discuss in this paper and for the life of me, no idea how to get them out of my mind. Better, I suppose, than having nothing at all to think of or say.

Alliteration, an apropos addition.

weak, weary, I wilt;
blundering, bumbling, being other than I am;
Sleep, which sometime shuts up sorrow's eyes,
restore my spirit, rekindle the fire, ready me to face the new day.

Yes.

Beauty.

Somehow, it seems the harder one strives to achieve this end, the more elusive it becomes. Subtle, gracious, and pleasing, though one cannot always explain what or why a thing delights the eyes. We spend ourselves in vain that we may hear this word in conjunction with our person, "beautiful". For what? For the sake of being a living work of art? A personification of some platonic form, "beauty"? To be lovely is to be loved, we are told, yet more accurate perhaps, to be lovely is to be desired. Who among us can escape the desire to be wanted, even by those we do not care for? Such vanity.

Stay thirsty, my friends!

Preface:I realize that what I'm about to write sounds excessively nerdy. (shrugs) It's true. 

I love my classes this semester. The readings are fascinating, and I can't wait to learn more about them from class. When the lectures end, I'm legitimately a bit disappointed. In my everyday existence, I try to associate things to what I'm studying. There is, I think, a great thirst in my nature to be learning, growing in knowledge. This is not at all to say that I have not done so these last nine months. But there is a unique academic environment that I have been away from and missed more than I imagined. To be fair, I have yet to complete any homework besides readings. I'm sure that by midterms, I'll be as jaded and complaining as ever. But there is a renewed desire to apply myself and glean all I can from my courses that I've never experienced to this degree. (Case in point: I was so happy today walking to my car, I remarked to one of my roommates that I must have a parking ticket on my vehicle. Upon arrival, my prophesy was confirmed. It was only a warning, but it was still quite amusing). There is also a fear in my mind that I'll become so enthralled with learning that it will become an idol (though I'm fairly certain that time may prove this not to be as much a concern as it may now seem). "Knowledge is power", or more accurately perhaps, properly applied knowledge is, but God is the source of knowledge (I could divert here, attempt to define knowledge,  truth, and other terms spinning on Ixion's wheel, but good American that I am, pragmatism reigns. God bless the USA). Knowing that our God is the wise God, and that his Word instructs us to be "wise as serpents, and innocent as doves", I press on to grow in the knowledge of him both through studying him and the world he made. 

*(yes, I know that title is the Dos Equis slogan. I'm a master bricoleur).

Ah, home.

Living off-campus is so wonderful. My roommates are sweet, the food is amazing, and the showers aren't cold. For now, that's about all that needs to be said.

Ever have that feeling?

You know, that nagging one that's telling you you're forgetting something important? Welcome to my last week.