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.: This doesn’t happen often, but every now and then a weekend rolls by and I have no place to go. Usually, I make a simple three hour drive to Houston and spend time with my brother. Other times I visit my mother two and a half hours away in New Braunfels. (For those of you who live out of state, we here in Texas measure distance in time.) There have been times even when I have trekked to parts of Oklahoma, Louisiana, and (my personal favorite) Arkansas.

.: But, for some bizarre, ungodly reason, I didn’t leave this time around.

.: So what did I do all weekend? Study? Read? Nah. I wrote! Stuff! A story. Rather, the beginning of a story. A story that will be developed through episodes, each episode being a miniature story of its own. That’s right! And by the end of the day, I shall have the first episode of my super awesome never-ending story up for you to read and devastingly criticize, all the while wanting more! So, stay tuned.

.: I have Anthropology at nine every monday-wednesday-friday, but sometimes I don’t want to get up that early. This morning, I had my alarm clock set at eight thirty, but when it went off, I didn’t get out of bed. I had a tough decision to make: go to class or sleep in. Like all tough decisions, I decided to sleep on it.

.: When I woke up, I decided that sleeping in would be the best course of action. It’s a wonderful decision-making device, I tells ya’.

Normally, I only drive 870 miles to see the person I love. However, this last weekend, I drove a whopping 1170 miles! Why 1170? Why not just 870 like normal? Well, first I must be honest: I did not drive the entire 1170 miles. I only drove about 650 miles. My good friend Sammy drove the other 520. But! (and this is the crucial part), my good friend Sammy also paid for the gas required to make the trip. So, for an extra 300 miles of total vehicular-confinement time and a net reduction of 220 miles of actual driving time, plus fuel expenses paid for, 1170 miles isn’t that bad.

And by “isn’t that bad” I mean horribly monotonous. God, that’s not something I want to do again in the near future.

But I made it back all in one piece, and what’s more–I got to see Susan! The thought of seeing her made the first half of those 1170 miles seem to pass in mere seconds (unfortunately, leaving her to return home made the second half of the 1170 miles feel like an afternoon spent watching infomercials and not being able to change the channel because you were in a car accident the week before and were paralyzed from the neck down and the nurse just left the room and the volume’s up too loud and the remote’s two feet away from you but of course you can’t move your arms so that doesn’t do you much good, now does it?)

But I saw Susan. Compared to the weeks I spent waiting for this trip, the drive there and back was a snap of the fingers (a really, really long snap of the fingers–and what’s more, there was nothing else I could do while watching the fingers snap, that’s all there was; just this thumb and two fingers, snapping; couldn’t look away, had to keep my eyes on them the entire time; sure, there was plenty of music playing while the fingers snapped, but the sound of them snapping overpowered the music at times, and it was not a pleasant sound, either–but a snap of the fingers nonetheless). But I saw Susan, and I’d sit through an entire day of someone snapping their fingers if it meant five minutes with her that I otherwise wouldn’t have.

I will say, this was by far my best visit to Conway thus far, and I look forward to the next with eager anticipation.

.: A while back, when I first came to Baylor, Welcome Week was around. For those not in the know, Welcome Week is where elder students welcome the new students. It’s also when all the local churches try to grab their handful of converts. Personally, I thought United Methodists had the best approach, but their execution was lousy: they gave you free cups of Dr. Pepper and a pen that said “United Methodists”. Unfortunately, the Dr. Pepper was all flat, so I took that as a sign and avoided ever considering becoming a Christian in the name of United Methodist Church.

.: Also, not so while back (about two minutes ago), I was walking through the student lounge building, and I saw a flier for the upcoming “Celebration of the Black Arts.” At first, I thought it was about witchcraft and sorcery, but that would be silly, Baylor being staunchly Christian and all. Then I realized it was the middle of February, and it all started to make sense. Really, it’s their fault for not including a picture on the flier.