tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68783661125610711962011-04-21T14:00:36.905-07:00Jinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797514704563073048noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878366112561071196.post-4877456834327985292008-08-24T08:40:00.000-07:002008-08-24T08:55:29.495-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDDfkK6FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tr9-z_J37S8/s1600-h/HPIM2934.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDDfkK6FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tr9-z_J37S8/s200/HPIM2934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238111937644652626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All of my stuff I had to bring on the plane ^_^<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDMuhmrDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QmA2kz4dnHk/s1600-h/HPIM2940.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDMuhmrDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QmA2kz4dnHk/s200/HPIM2940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112096279243826" border="0" /></a><br />The view from the plane... pretty awesome =D<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDtJE7d3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EQj3D6-NRXM/s1600-h/HPIM2952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGDtJE7d3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/EQj3D6-NRXM/s200/HPIM2952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112653162542962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Big white fluffy things =D<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGD5axXp9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/p4PkUE2zXn4/s1600-h/HPIM2954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGD5axXp9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/p4PkUE2zXn4/s200/HPIM2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112864070772690" border="0" /></a>What are those strange growths coming out of the ground?!?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGEQ0lipXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7_BKm7NRIUc/s1600-h/HPIM2990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_geXUkIOtwhc/SLGEQ0lipXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7_BKm7NRIUc/s200/HPIM2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113266137474418" border="0" /></a><br />My dorm =D<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878366112561071196-487745683432798529?l=shelteredskootle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797514704563073048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878366112561071196.post-70414459446659722712008-08-24T08:13:00.000-07:002008-08-24T08:26:06.754-07:00Yes, as of yesterday, I am officially moved into my new dorm... And I didn't realize what a big change it was, until I got here. On Friday I had to get up at four-ish in the morning to catch the two hour plane ride here. Then dad and I went shopping for school stuff (woo), then the next day I moved into my new dorm... which was relatively painless. Un-packing went quickly enough, and I really like my little space. Then we had to do normal ice-breaker stuff, and small group work.. which I am never a fan of, but I decided I <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> going to have fun, no matter how stupid it was. And I met some cool people because of it ^_^<br /><br />I have a nice room mate, but I feel so bad for her, she had surgery on her ankle and is on crutches... and campus is FILLED with stairs. I get tired just walking normally up and down them, but with crutches? I think I would have packed up and just gone home.<br /><br />But maybe I'm slightly looking for an excuse to do just that? Yesterday was a "Family send-off mass" but dad had to leave before it... and yet, I still cried. Not big fat whatever tears, but still, enough to make my face red and make a wonderful first impression. A guy that my dad knew from our old church had offered to let me sit with him and his son, and he prayed over me when the priest said "place a hand on your child's shoulder..." which was something I really <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> needed, you know? At first I just kinda looked around at everyone, seeing everyone look so... close, and there I was, and it felt like the space between me and everyone else was huge. But then not so much.<br /><br />Last night I didn't get much sleep, regrettably, but today I'm feeling er, refreshed and awake, as I sip my oriental spice tea. I remember something we forgot at walmart, dad. Sugar. Dear goodness, I have no sugar for my tea. I even drank chamomile last night, with NO sugar... I don't know what this world is coming to.<br />~Jinx =3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878366112561071196-7041445944665972271?l=shelteredskootle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jinxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797514704563073048noreply@blogger.com2