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top ten memories from the ilstu
(in no particular order)

• Waking up to find scattered beer cans, jungle juice cups, and a giant blow up alligator on the floor.
• Going to a private 21st birthday party for a girl we didn't know with Brittany and Jen.
• Camping through a tornado warning in Minnesota and then drinking from 9am till 4pm the next day while playing Frisbee in a Halloween costume.
• Finding Tommy outside of Stevenson bellowing "D. ROSEEEEEEEE" at two o'clock in the morning with a cup of jungle juice in hand.
• Getting invited to a fireworks display, only to stumble into a group prayer with Morelli and Neil completely drunk.
• Watching Tommy get a drinking ticket and then chasing after him with D. Rose as he begins to run after the cops yelling "Sir! I would like to request your badge number!"
• Buying 40 lbs of dry ice at a factory and spending the rest of the night playing with it.
• Watching Phil completely destroy our room on Sparks and Jager night.
• Any parties at the Frisbee house, less that one night I threw a piece of pizza at Jen's face.
• Watching Morelli moan by the front door as he tries to open it after a night of drinking.

honorable mentions

• Killing a bottle of Jager with Doobie on the first Tuesday of the semester. Bad choice.
• Dorm life in general
• Any Marie Dawson lecture with Lauer, Courtney, and D. Rose
• Jimmy's parties and the aftermath
• Late night chats with Mr. Tom Dechert and Morelli
• Going to Shoooooooooooop's amazing lectures and taking his six question open note & book tests.
• Winding up in a cornfield over two miles off campus.
• Falling off the top bunk in my sleep, rolling around in pain, and then passing out in Morelli's bed after he gets up to see if I'm alright. None of which I remember.
• Poetry sessions.
• Exposing myself during beer pong.
  
• On a scale of one to drunk, how drunk are you?
• Driving to Springfield at midnight to find a Sonic only to discover that it closes at 2am.
• Tunnel ball in the Batcave with Morelli and Neil
• Meeting a kid named Chad on the way to La Bambas with Courtney and Jen. Creepy.
• Excursions to nowhere in particular.
• Ruining all family meals in some way, shape, or form by playing with my food.

I'm sure there's more...

Halfway done with college. Time flies...

maktub

So I had an interesting thought the other day and I'm kind of sad that I didn't write it down.

Inspired after chats with Matt and a couple movies, I got to thinking. If you believe that someone created the universe (be it God, Allah, Brahman, Ha-Makom, or Curious George), and if you believe that this creator is responsible for all life in the universe, wouldn't we all just be manifestations of the original creator? Just as when we write, draw, or create, we make something which reflects our personalities. Similarly when we dream, the people that we encounter in our dream are all reflections of our self. If you want to take this a step further, assuming that there is a creator in the universe and he made human beings in his image, then we are all simply reflections of one another. If we are all made by the same hand, are we not all the same? In a physical sense we are very different, but everything which is in this world and out of it speaks one language because it has been created by one hand. Is there not some underlying force in this universe which mysteriously connects us all?
It's a comforting thought to me I guess, whether or not it's true is up for debate.

I have been trying lately to separate myself with thoughts about what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. This is a little scary and people might call this foolish or nearsighted, but I think right now I am happy in just being rather than thinking about what I will be. If that makes any sense at all. Hopefully it does.

In conclusion if you have read any of these posts and have not left an insightful comment, I will hunt you down because I am running out of things to write. Au revoir.