Scrabble. What a fun game. I played with my grandma when I visited her on Sunday afternoon. She won, like usual. I have been known to play a mean game of Scrabble, but when it comes to playing Grandma, she almost always wins. In fact, I've only beaten her twice. And one of those times was when she was in the rehab hospital after she had her stroke a year ago January. I don't think I can count that as a big victory, obviously, because she wasn't exactly functioning at 100%.

I typed 52 pages in the past 36 hours. Ugh, I never want to do that again. I had a hige psychology lifespan development paper due today by 5:00, but I was a BIG TIME slacker and didn't have much of the preliminary things done that were needed in order to actually write the paper. So, I had to write up all of that junk, then click away on the paper itself. And then I had to write two smaller essays for my history class. My big psych paper ended up being 22 pages! The smaller, beforehand things were 13 single-spaced, which is a nice fat 26 when doubled. Needless to say, I spent a majority of my day right here, looking at my screen, and trying to deceipher if stunted development in one aspect of life (say Erikson's 8 stages of psychosocial development) has ramifications on other areas of development. La de da.

I straightened my hair today. I need to get it cut. I picked a bad day to straighten it, though, because it was misty and gross outside. However, since I was inside most of the day, plugging away on my psychology homework, it didn't really matter.

Oh my, there is a crowd of people singing in high, operatic voices to one of the windows in Scripture Hall. Very entertaining. They're not half bad.

And now onto something that might actually matter. :)

William Temple, Archbishop of Canterbury from 1942-1944 (he was Archbishop of York before Canterbury, I believe) said, "If you begin with the wrong image of God, the more religious you get, the more dangerous you become to yourself and to other people." I think he is right on the money with that. Theoretically, we strive to become like our gods. If the view we have of God is skewed, it follows naturally that we ourselves become skewed and marred, tainted in the same way our "God" is.

This is the first weekend in quite a while that I don't have anything planned. No fun social activities (except Encounter on Friday night, but that I don't go to that for the social aspect.) or things to do. Just homework. How not thrilling. So, if anyone is free, I am too, most likely.

I want to hang out more with Addy, Melissa, and Brittany. I LOVE it when we all get together: we make my day. Dad says we are funny to watch interract with each other because you can tell we are really close friends and our personalities complement the others and we aren't afraid to be weird. I bet I'd laugh a lot if someone were to set up a hidden camera to tape us sometime.

The Department of Religion and Philosophy had their semi-annual divisional colloquium today. I always enjoy those, and the fact that they are required is also motivation to attend. This one was about "Open Theism," or the Openness Arminianism theological stance. The guest speaker was good and made his points quite convincingly, but I don't think I will claim to be an Open Theist in the near future. I'm not a Classical Theist, for that matter, so I guess I fall more in the Establishment Arminian camp. That probably means next to nothing for most of you, I realize this. That's ok. I walked out of the colloquium reminded of how much I love theology. Call me crazy. Let's chat.

I've been in a big academic rut for the past few weeks. I'm tired of lacking all motivation. I need to get in gear, like, NOW, because all of my projects and papers are al due very, very soon. Heck, I have less than a month of class left! I'm looking forward to the drive home on April 21. Bring it on.