Confession: I don't know the difference between "then" and "than"

Jason Upton is the man.

Since 3:30 I have been doing math. In case you don't get the impact of this statement: that is three and a half hours. Three and a half hours. My brain is mush.

Hillsong would be the man, if it were a man.

From God Above. Listen to this. It's amazing. It's still awesome with a brain made of mush. It's happy music with a hint of dancing. It makes my angry-math mood into an un-angry-math mood.

Only a week and a half left of classes, then a week of exams. It's going to suck, but it'll be over. Despite my anxiety with my current classes, I'm excited about next semester. I'm not taking any fun classes, but it's the start of something new and I'm ready for the start of anything new.

Recently, I've seriously considered running away to the circus.

I've decided the summer is going to be amazing. Working with the summer theatre program at school, working at Caribou, road trips and camp counselor. I have a depressing math class to take, too, but I'll get over it.

Amongst all the homework, tests, quizzes and papers I have to have done fairly soon, I also have to write a 500 word essay on why Catawba wants me at their school. Since my math skills are seriously lacking, I guess I'll just write the essay on my sparkling personality and an unnatural love for cheese.


And why can't 51 yr. olds have kids?
--Carmen