Tornado

Current news:

Sitting in my dorm hall with the rest of my hallmates.
Tornado warnings are in our area--one is on the ground a few miles away.

My door is open so we can watch the TV.

In other news,

studying for finals has commenced!

p.s. pray this doesn't hit Harding!

This is your brain on: finals + God + guys.

Oh boy, my cup is overflowing.
And by cup, I mean brain.
I have had so much on my mind the past few days.

1. Finals

I have been a
paper writing-note-card-making-study-guide-filling-out-machine.
Ok, so I haven't actually done any of those yet (except for the papers)
Which is why I am stressed.
I know what I will be doing this weekend.

2. God

I started reading a book--Captivated. It is so good! It's about unveiling the mystery of a woman's soul. What it means to be a woman bearing the image of God. True to it's title, I am very captivated. I pray that my cup overflows His love and that I can truly learn what it means to be a woman of God.

3. Guys

Well, not guys. A guy. He constantly invades my mind whenever I need to get something done. Or focus. Or while I'm in class. Sometimes when I sleep. Why? I don't know. It's not like he is some amazing guy. I take that back. He is. To me. Not to everyone. This is the wishy-washy feelings I've had towards him for several months. None of it matters anyways.
Girl likes boy, boy forgets girl exists, boy has a girlfriend, girl sits in her dorm room & cries.

Told ya, LOTS on my mind.
Words of wisdom?
PLEASE!

Music.

A few days ago in Bible class we were discussing music and why everyone loves music.
Some common reasons were:

• It sets a mood
• It can take you back to a place/period in time
• Entertainment purposes
• Worship purposes
• It's a common interest for most people

There were a lot more! For me, music is all of those things. Here are a few songs I've been listening to a lot!

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Beautiful, Beautiful (Dented Fender Sessions) - Francesa Battistelli
Stay - Michelle Featherstone
If I Die Young - The Band Perry
Divine Romance - Phil Wickman
It Don't Matter to the Sun - Rosie Thomas

I have a very eclectic taste in music. All of those songs are different genres!

I'm excited to know,
What are you listening to?

Unresponsive.

grace - noun, verb, graced, grac·ing.
–noun
1. elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action.
2. the freely given, unmerited favor and love of god.

A big question struggle of mine lately is how to show Gods love and grace to others. I think this has been on my mind for one reason- my suitemate. It really is no lie that we don't get along. I was reading her latest blog entry last night and (I could be wrong) it seemed like she was talking about me. How she views me, anyways. Not how I see myself to be.
This is an exert:

"I know that God sees my good, and God sees when bad happens. To those who believe they do good, but clearly do bad... all that I really have to say, is that I may not see it at times, others may not see it at times, but there is always one who sees it no matter what."

She said various other things that all pointed to how I know she sees me.
It hurts me- to the point of tears. I don't know what to do. I passed her in the hallway a few days ago and said "Hey!" and she just looked at the floor and mumbled something. "Hi," maybe.

I tried to make conversation with her in the bathroom about her favorite song, told her "happy birthday" and several other things. I am trying to show love towards her, but it's so hard when you get no response. Is she not looking past the trivial drama (SpaghettiO's) like I am? I am able to laugh about it- hence the 'I Steal SpaghettiO's' blog post.

That's when this all came to me. As soon as I thought, "It's so hard when I get no response," I thought of God and his wonderful grace.
The freely given, unmerited favor and love of God.

She (suitemate) may be unresponsive, she may always think I'm fake, she may always have a hatred towards me, but I will love her anyways, because God loves me, even on days when I am
unresponsive.

Weekend Wrap-Up

Friday: There was a torrential downpour, my windshield wipers literally snapped in half and flew off my car, I almost died when I couldn't see the semi trailer beside me, but somehow landed safely in the grass on the side of the road. Oh, and this was all while going up-hill.

Saturday: I went to visit the newest member of our family.
Paxton Lucas Ballard.
10 pounds, 7 ounces. No lie.

Sunday: Drinking lots of Diet Dr. Pepper and mentally preparing myself for the week of studying ahead. Finals soon.

p.s. excuse my appearance. Rough morning!
p.s.s. what did you do this weekend?

Body Defilement

As promised,
a detailed description of my very first (and last!) piercing.

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It was spontaneous.
Beth and I were eating quesadillas and salad when Shelby texted me.

"We should get piercings tonight!" The text read.

I laughed and did a classic eye-roll. Yeah right.

It was a mistake to read said text to Beth, who has an addiction to having needles stuck in her body. Once word was out, I knew we had to go.

I agreed to tag along but refused to have anything done. They squealed about getting their belly-buttons pierced, and off into the warm spring night we went.

Our destination: Primal Urge Tatooz (classy, yes?)

They practically skipped inside, eager to deflile their bodies (joke) and I followed suit. Once inside, it got interesting. I spotted the nose rings and drooled over the shiny diamond studs.

"Should I get my nose pierced?" I asked my piercing-junkie friends.

"Yes!" They exclaimed.

I made little argument.
I signed a paper, showed some ID, and the three of us followed our piercer to a "back room." (Sketch, right?)

Beth and Shelby got their belly-buttons pierced. My turn -my nose- was last. I'm sure I did this purposefully, but that wasn't in the forefront of my mind. I was in fact thinking,

"my parents are going to shoot me dead."

However, I'm a brave (legal adult) soul, so I hopped up on the table and let her disinfect my freckled nose. She then took a marker and made a little dot on my nose. I examined it in the mirror. "A little lower," I requested, to which she complied.

She then took medal clamps and squeezed my nose. I was starting to get nervous.

"Does it hurt?" I asked her. She gave me a smile. Of comfort or humor I'll never know, but I chose to believe comfort.

"Just close your eyes," were here instructions.

Who was I to disobey a woman holding a needle up to my face?

My eyes fluttered closed and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I felt a sting as the needle intruded my skin.

I think I may have kicked her in the knee. Even so, she encouraged me and said I was doing great, and I cheered myself on inside my head. It was all over very fast and I was surprised at how little it hurt.

I am a really tough girl with a high pain tolerance. I knew I could do this without crying. When I said this in front of the piercer, she said that you can't not shed a tear when you get your nose pierced. I don't know specefics, but something about nerves was said.

So of course we had to get a picture of my tear. (And cute nose ring.)

It was, by far, the most defiant thing I have ever done in my entire life. Why did I do this?
It's college.

One Purpose, One Body, One Love.

Christ's love was shown throughout the entire community today for
Bisons For Christ.
(Yes, I know the plural form of "bison" is bison. Talk to Harding University.)


Smalls groups of students split up and went to their job destinations. Some students were painting houses and some were helping with tornado disaster relief. There were yards to clean, mouths to feed, and Christ to reveal.


I went with a group of girls to cook casseroles for families in need. We made two different types and delivered them afterwards. The recipients were so surprised and touched, and I hope that through us they can see the love of Christ.


Ephesians 4:12 tells us "to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up..."


I truly hope the body of Christ was built up. I know that my own faith was encouraged by the works today. Sometimes I forget that I'm at this amazing Christian school and surrounded by people with giving and pure hearts.

I'm encouraging you all to do something for someone in your community. It's a wonderful way to show Christ to someone who may not know Him. My prayer is that you get inspired. My prayer is that all the students here at Harding (including myself) continue to serve like this long after today.

This song is beautiful. Please listen.

Tomorrow, you get to hear all about my nose piercing last night.
Including pictures.
Get excited!

Letter to a: blog

Dear blog,

You are a distraction to me.

I stayed up very early this morning trying to make you look decent.
I could have been working on one (or both) of the papers I have due this week.
I could be doing that now.

I would quite enjoy to finish Auschwitz.

Yes, I need to clean.

I need to study.

I need to sleep.

I need to eat.

I need to pee. (Too much?)

However, here you are. Here we are.
Distracting me from all of these more important things.
Ok, so it's not actually you- it really is me. I have always been terrible at keeping priorities in order.

As hard as it is, I'm leaving you now.
No, definitely not for good.
I'm thinking that I will be back tomorrow.

Yours truly.

Blogosphere Changes

As you can see, this here blog is getting

a breath of fresh air. It needed to be updated, personalize,

more me.

I made a top banner reminiscent of my first year of college. I love how it turned out!

And yes, a new blog title. I know, how many will it have? It was conceived "Gibberish," which was when I thought no one would ever read this. People did read it, I found out it was lame, and "Autumn Lindsay Talks" was birthed. To me, that sounded lengthy and uneducated. Talks? There are better words.

So alas, Al (autumn lindsay) Narratives is the final change. At the risk of sounding like a true nerd, I have always dreamt of having a pen name. Al seems unique enough. No one has ever called me Al before.

I hope to complete this little revamp before I go to bed. Truthfully, I probably won't be able to sleep until it's done. Told you- nerd here. However, if it looks weird/off-centered/whatever for the next few days, you know why. Don't judge.

Introducing Baby #1

My family has grown for the first time this week. (We will be blessed with another bouncing bundle-of a different gender-Friday.)

My cousin Rachel (always known as "the pretty one") birthed

Anabella "Bella" Rita Harris Saturday afternoon.

Her middle name is Rita after my late grandmother, which makes my heart smile.

6 pounds, 11 ounces, 19 inches long.

She's a beauty with her

round pink cheeks

&

button nose

Welcome to the world (& our crazy family) Bella.

We couldn't be more thrilled.

Single Sentence Sunday (& an award!)

"At this moment there are 6,502,867,120 people in the world; and sometimes, all you need is one."

-One Tree Hill

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I won an award! My very first blog award.
I'm really excited about it, if you can't tell.

The rules are:

1- Thank the person who gave you the award

2- Name five bloggers who make your life a little sweeter

3- Tell why I was given this award

4- Tell the nominees why you are giving them the award

So I'll start with the lovely lady who gave me this award--Kristi. I'm not sure how I stumbled upon her blog (she might have stumbled upon mine first!) but I'm glad that I did. She's one of the only bloggers I follow that is my age (besides my "real life" friends). She gave me this award because we have several common interests that come from being two college girls!

I am passing this award on to:

NieNie Dialogues - I think we all know how much I LOVE Nie. She inspires my creativity, my faith, my life. If anyone were to ask me, "who is your role model?" my instant thought (and answer) would be Nie. Of course! This woman overcame more trial than most people know in a lifetime. How amazing.

Sarah Ann's Bon Mot - I love Sarah Ann's blog. Her writings vary from topics of Christianity to topics of creeping on people in Barnes & Noble. No matter the subject, I always love every post and find myself relating to almost all of them.

Sewn by Ellen - It was because of CJane that I found Ellen. I love her blog! This girl can sew just about anything and it's always so cute! When she has a clothing line one day, I will be a customer. Thanks for sharing your talent with us, Ellen.

Little Susy Homemaker - She fascinates me. I think because she is from the south and moved to the big city. That's right--New York City! I'm jealous. Plus, Susy makes the cutest headbands and such and sells them on Etsy. I love reading about her life in the city!

Almost Faye-mous - I know this lovely lady in real life. She was my teacher when I was in high school. Coolest teacher ever, hands down. Her blog doesn't suck, either. She writes about wifey stuff among other fascinating things. Oh, and we're musical soulmates.

Thanks buoyant blogging ladies. I mucho enjoy your insightful thoughts!

Letter to a: silky blue & black dress

Dear silky blue & black dress,
tonight I wore you to an Iota Chi formal function.

You accompanied me to The Starving Artist Cafe in a quaint North Little Rock area.

Several compliments were given to me (this is because of you, I'm sure)

I'm sorry that I had to place a cloth napkin over you during dinner, but I couldn't risk getting the roasted chicken breast, mashed potatoes, or mixed fresh vegetables on you.

Or the decadent chocolate cake.

I won't lie, you were uncomfortable during the murder mystery game we played. I kept having to pull you up so I wouldn't reveal any body parts. We couldn't have that, now could we?

But in the end I forgave you, because look how good you look in these pictures.

Thank you for a night out on the town silky blue & black dress.

PS. I didn't appreciate you blowing
up in the wind and revealing my upper thighs.

I Steal SpaghettiOs

My parents always told me that it took different kinds of people to make the world go round.
That was proven to me in college.
I have met (and lived) with some interesting people.
My suitemate is a perfect example.
She has given me some good laughs this semester.

Exhibit A-

SpaghettiOs.
Did you know these are a precious and rare good?
She went home one weekend, and when she returned, I guess she had a hankering for SpaghettiOs.

I was sitting in my room, minding my own business, when she came through my door.
"Hey Autumn, did you eat my SpaghettiOs?"
"No girl, I have my own, how come?"
"Because they were there when I left this weekend and now they are gone."
"Oh, well I didn't eat them."
"Are you sure? If you did I won't be mad."
"I really didn't eat them."


Exhibit B-

Shampoo.
I was using my towel to dry off in the shower.
In the process I accidentally knocked over some of our shampoo bottles. (We have like 1,000.)
I picked them back up and placed them randomly on the shelf in the shower.
Obviously they weren't in their original places.
My suitemate was next "in line" for the shower.
I stepped out, she stepped in.

"Hey Autumn, why is my shampoo in a different spot?"
"Oh, because I accidentally knocked some bottles over with my towel so I just put them back up there."
"Did you use it? I won't be mad..."
"No, I used mine."

Exhibit C-

The incident of the hole punch. In my opinion, this is the craziest to date.
I was sitting on my bed doing homework a few weeks ago when said suitemate waltzes into my room.

"Hey Autumn, remember when you used my green hole punch?"
"No?"

She scans my desk and shelf, looking for her ridiculous green hole punch.

"You used it one night and never gave it back."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did. I just want it back."
"I really didn't use it. I haven't needed a hole punch all semester."

She leaves.
5 minutes later:

"Are you sure you don't have it? Can you look?"
"I don't have it!! I'll look, but I don't have it!"

Exhibit D-

SpaghettiOs. Yeah you're thinking, "she already wrote about SpaghettiOs."
Why, yes I did. Yes I did.
Beth and I were working out (30 Day Shred!) and using SpaghettiOs as weights.
Enter suitemate.

"Are those my SpaghettiOs?"

I looked at Beth. Really? REALLY?

"Nope, they are mine."
"Oh."

She leaves.

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To add to her craziness, I find out from a source that she hid SpaghettiOs in a plastic bag underneath her desk and then claimed they were "gone" when she returned. NO THEY WEREN'T!

Exhibit E-

I like to call this Exhibit, "Immature Trash."
The suitmate has an annoying habit of taking a full trashbag out of the can and putting it on the floor beside the can. You're thinking, "Ew, why?"
Exactly.

One day Beth and I came back from chapel and our entire suite smelled like a dead body. After gagging, we figured out that it was her trash. Naturally, we put the bag in the hall so she would see it and take it downstairs.
There it sat, right by her door, for 2 days.
Finally I wrote her a note that read (and I quote)

"Suitemate, can you please take your trash downstairs? We put it in the hall because it smelled really bad. Thanks girl! -Autumn & Beth

She didn't come back to the room that night, and the next day we noticed a note on our RA's door that read,

"RA, I signed out for the night. Just couldn't be in the room."

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I think my point is proven.




Suitemate, if you ever read this, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN ANY OF YOUR STUFF!
P.S. I'm not "talking bad about you." This is all factual information.

Driven.

Did you know I have passion?

This passion is why I study my weeks away.

This passion drives me.

Kids & cancer. Kids with cancer.

It touches my heart more than anything else.

Which is why I am working towards my degree for nursing.

A few months ago, I had the opportunity to job shadow at Arkansas Children's Hospital.

We got to choose what floor, so I chose Oncology.

I can't talk specifics (HIPAA and all...) but I can tell you my experience.

I arrived at the hospital one early Saturday morning.

I was SO nervous. What if I hated it? What if I cried?

Would I get any of these babies, who have virtually no immune system, sick?

I checked my insecurities at the door. I could do this.

The first patient I saw was a little bald baby boy, around 9 months old. He had/has Ewing's Sarcoma. The nurse I was following informed me that he would look pretty sick because he had just gotten a bone marrow transplant 3 days before, and they get really sick 3-5 days afterward.

She was right. He did look really sick.

I won't lie--I teared up when he started throwing up his milk. Is anyone ever prepared to see that?

I saw a lot of things that day. A boy with a brain tumor.

Leukemia. I saw Chemotherapy administered.

A little girl died, another moved to PICU.

The nurse I was shadowing kept asking me,

"Are you ok?"

I would say yes, until eventually she asked me,

"Why do you want to be a pediatric oncology nurse?"

I swallowed thickly.

"Because I was told I had cancer, (my story) and ever since then I just knew it was what I wanted to do-- help people who were told the same thing I was told."

She smiled at me and proceeded to tell me that she had leukemia when she was younger, and that was why she was a PON.

And even though it will be a tough job with a lot of terrible days, I know I can do it for my two little heroes--Sophie Quayle & Ethan Powell. I started reading Ethan's blog when he was first diagnosed with cancer. I read it every single day, praying in earnest, dreaming of this 8-week old baby's recovery. I remember the day I read that he died. I cried & cried. I felt like I knew this baby and his family.

I started reading Sophie's blog a few months before she passed away. She had an inoperable brain tumor that slowly took away every ability that a 4 year old should have. Now, I remember her daily with a pink bracelet on my arm. Smiles For Sophie Forever.

I dream of being a light in a family's life- their favorite nurse! I dream of seeing many children leave a hospital in complete remission from a disease that kills 2,300 kids and teenagers every year.

I know this post is sad. It was just sitting on my heart today, though, as I thought about the children I saw at ACH. Are they alive? I will never know, but I choose to believe they are, because

"God is able to do immeasurably more than all we could ask or imagine."

Ephesians 3:20

Under The Knife

My hair went under the knife today.

I was going to let it grow out, I really was.

I kept imagining myself on the beach this summer, my hair wavy and long. I could see it blowing in the wind, I could see it in a cute bun, I could see...endless scenarious, really.

However, the myths are true.

Once you go short, you don't go back!

At first the feat of growing it out doesn't seem too bad.

Then it gets to the awkward stage--weird grown out layers and a completely ridiculous cowlick in the back.

That's when you have to decide if you're in it for the long haul.

I was not. At all. It had to go.

Pronto.

I wanted my cute angled bob back, stat!

So off I went today, picture and description in hand of what I was looking/hoping/dreaming to have.

And usually, my stylist gets it just right. Better than my hopes, even.

Oh...not today.

Don't get me wrong, it doesn't look bad. It's cute.

What I was looking/hoping/dreaming to have?

Not so much.

It's not my cute bouncy angled bob.

It's more like chin length all the way around my round head.

On the brighter side of things, no more cowlick or grown out layers!

Musings from a wanna-be housewife

I often find myself feeling like this picture. A dainty 50's housewife who always has a delicious dinner planned, precious children--and check out that stud husband--and handles all of it with grace. Okay, maybe not feeling like the picture. But I have this naive vision that this image is how my life will be 10 years down the imaginary road. And I mean, I have given this much thought. Down to the kids' names. Harper, Betsy, Carryington Jenna (Cara J), Liam & Shaeffer. But who is asking?

I even, embarrassingly, have an album on my computer entitled "Future Home," where you will find pictures of how I plan to decorate said "Future Home." Is that weird? I think it is. I mean, I'm a freshman in college. I'm a dreamer?

I'm insanely envious of bloggers I follow that have homes and children. I can't help it--I've always wanted to have a big family and keep a house. That so-called motherly "gene" was passed down to me, that much I know!

My dear suitemate calls me her "mom away from home." Probably because I bake, clean, and hand out advice wrapped in sarcastic comments & witty remarks.

You're a saint if your still reading this mumble-jumble, so I will get to the point for your sanity. I refuse to think about this stuff in my free time. I'm in college & I LOVE it. I'm having the time of my life, meeting wonderful people and growing in my faith. Cliche, but I have learned a lot about myself. So please don't read this and think I am depressed and waiting to get married so my "real life" can start. Not at all.

I just want to live in the "now," and when "that part" of my life happens, you will know. Believe you me.

Anyways, just random musings from my mind today.

The BEST Excuse

It's come to my attention (in chapel) that I have a universal excuse for everything I do.

Like,

"Why do you have marshmallows on your pizza?"

"Why did you stay up until 3 when you have to be up at 8?"

"Why do you bake cookies in a toaster oven?"

"Is there a reason you're getting your nose pierced?"

You see, under this "excuse," any dumb thing is completely warranted.

"Why did you go skydiving?"

Covered.

"Um, how come you have a lizard in that drawer?"

Covered.

And the funny thing is, this excuse is legit. When you tell people, they simply nod and instantly understand.

Example conversation:

"Hey girl, why are you using pencils as chopsticks?"

"College."

disclaimer: I didn't go skydiving. Or get my nose pierced (yet)
Everything else is up for debate.

What? It's college.

Stupendous Sunday

Today has just been one of those amazing days! It's making up for my lousy Friday & Saturday!
I woke up to beautiful, sunny 70 degree weather.
The air smells fresh & good, birds are chirping, and everything is
so vibrantly green.

Beth, Shelby & I started our day with a picnic on the front lawn. I took this picture of pretty Shelby because she's the only girl I know that paints her nails on the front lawn! It's pretty comical.

Me and her are both trying to shed a little weight for the summer. We are really good at keeping each other in check. Our healthy lunch consisted of whole-wheat PB&J's, salad, yogurt mixed with fruit, & baked chips on my part. I have to have something crunchy with a sandwich.

We were both feeling guilty after last nights dinner at TGI Friday's. After finishing up some school work last night, we headed to Little Rock to get Shelby's IX formal dress. We had a late dinner (1o p.m.!) at TGI. Parmesan crusted chicken & peanut butter pie. Oh boy, it was good! But it's going to make my workout rough today, plus I found 2 pounds I had lost. Bleh, too many "free days" this weekend!

I tried this dress on and wanted it SO bad!! It was just so ME! I will always want that dress. Maybe I will buy it when it goes on sale, just to stare at it...(do I look skinnier? Please say YES! haha, this diet is hard work!)

The small town of Searcy has gotten a FroYo Factory!
It's SO good! After our picnic, Beth and I went to Walmart to get some cleaning supplies.

The warm weather left us with a craving for some FroYo, so we went & loaded up on strawberry fat-free froyo with added fresh fruit (strawberries, kiwi, raspberries) & granola!

Yum, it was so good. FroYo Factory is a big hit among HU students for sure!

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Now I'm off to clean and then do some studying. I may not be a big blogger this week. 3 tests (our last tests until finals!) and a research paper due that is 35% of my Comp. 2 grade.

Oh who am I kidding? I always find time to blog!

Lousy Weekend

I'm a carhop at Sonic.
I don't work a lot anymore because I'm away at school, but when I randomly need money I'll drive home for the night.

I was in need of $30 for the Iota Chi formal we have coming up, so I phoned up my lovely place of employment and picked up a shift.

The night at work was not the best, least to say.

I was arguing with my parents through texts, I didn't feel good, and the other carhops were getting on my nerves.

But as they say (whoever "they" are) things can always get worse.

Commence story:

I was taking out a rather large order.

2 extra long cheese coney's, 2 orders of cheese tater-tots, 2 drinks & 2 blasts.

One of the blasts fell off the tray as soon as I got to the customers car.

Embarrassed, I said,
"I am so sorry that I dropped your blast! I'll go make a new one right now!"

So off I went inside to make the blast.

Problem: our blender will sometimes bust a hole in the bottom of the cups.

I remade the blast only to discover that the blender did in fact bust a hole in the cup.

Annoyed, I scooped it into another cup and headed back outside.

"Here's your blast, sir. Sorry again about that!"

"Oh no ma'am, it's ok!"

Sweet. $2 tip!

Turn

and

trip.

You know how sometimes you can save yourself from falling?

Like, you feel it coming but you find your balance before your face hits the ground.

No such luck. In a flash I was on the ground, in front of a lot of cars.

What did I land on?

The blast I had dropped.

Can you guess what I did afterwards?

p.s. If your guess was going into the bathroom to cry,
you

are

right!

College Life Update

Let's just say that I definitely made use of my quesadilla maker yesterday.

And can I also say that I am now a huge fan of guacamole?

I used to hate it.

Then this past weekend at Casa Brava I chowed down on it.

It's only 40 calories for 2 tablespoons...score!

This semester is really picking up.

I can't believe I only have 2 1/2 weeks until dead week.

I have two research papers due in the next two weeks.

Ugh, why did I take two English classes in one semester?

I have a meeting with my advisor this afternoon to discuss my fall 2010 semester.

She better help me because I'm having issues!

Like, do I take Life of Christ or Romans?

Can I take Health Assessment & Nutrition concurrently?

I tell ya, us Nursing majors have it tough.

And we schedule classes soon/get chapel seats/get meal plans/ and next week Ali & I have an appointment with Housing. PRAY we get into Pattie Cobb!

(I'm just kidding-don't pray about that! Pray about world hunger or something less selfish!)

So yeah, that's whats going in my life.

How about yours?

HE is Risen!

"And when he had said these things, as they were looking on, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight. And while they were gazing into heaven as he went, behold, two men stood by them in white robes, and said, "Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking into heaven? This Jesus, who was taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven."
Acts 1:9-11

I hope everyone has a blessed Easter & remembers that today is the day our faith in Jesus was proven. He rose from death, as we will one day, and went to Heaven to spend eternity.

In Christ Alone is my favorite worship song. Take a listen!

Happy Easter!

Spring Sing - Day 2 & 3

Friday was our second day of Spring Sing.
It was also the day that my amazing besties (in no particular order!)

Kaylee
Katie
Morgan
Emma (+ Kyle)
visited!

I was very, very excited. After the show (which they loved) we went to Ihop where we ate cold food and talked for hours.
It was a good day for Spring Sing!


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Saturday we had 2 shows. One was at 2 and the final show was at 7. The show at 2 was a fiasco. See, we have a CD of us playing in the background (we still sing, though) that keeps us on beat. Tech didn't have it turned up enough, so we couldn't hear ourselves or the beat. Needless to say we got off beat for a few seconds. But like true rockers, we fixed ourselves pronto.


My family ventured to Searcy for the 7 p.m. show. My sister, my parents, my aunt Mel and her family, and my aunt Sara. We ate at Casa Brava, I showed them campus, & then it was time for me to get ready.

They of course loved the show!
& guess what....

WE WON!

Spring Sing was such a blessing in my life. I met so many amazing people and came to love Harding even more. I actually very sad that it's over.

Always next year, right?

In the room after our last show, which we
ROCKED! We were SO excited!