so we're finally on campus, but the bummer is that we're not really doing what we typically do. we've been conducting 3 question, 30 second spiritual surveys with students as a means of gaining contacts with freshers. i'm just ready to do evangelism and the whole atmosphere at freshers' fairs makes that really difficult. it's a bunch of students that eerily resemble a raging stampede of some sub-saharan wild animal pushing through the unions and whatnot, to get all of the free stuff possible. in the meantime, club promoters are running around with megaphones screaming things like, "MA-MA-MA-MISCHIEF...NAUGHTY NAUGHTY NAUGHTY MISCHIEF." there were also two men in banana hammocks (i.e. man thongs) and a guy in an adult diaper...all with wigs or funny hats on. i was so lost in wonder about how the scantilly clad gentlemen were keeping warm, that it was hard to keep my eyes peeled for approaching freshers. i associate it with a bad car accident--you don't want to look at the horror that stands before you--but you just can't seem to divert your eyes. and i won't even get into the girl on a power trip promoting for Mood--she was with about eight other Mood promoters, but i think rigis mortus would be an accurate description to the grip that she had on that megaphone.

i'm trying to keep a positive, laid back attitude about freshers' fairs, but honestly--i would have to list this event in the top five for circumstances to most likely cause an anxiety attack.

on another note--mom, i'm hearing you loud and clear. pictures. i get it. i've JUST started to upload them to my computer, but i thought i'd post some pics of my newly organized bedroom. it's still not finished because i need to hang curtains, but i'm really pleased with how much furniture i was able to squeeze into what was deemed "the doghouse" or the box room. this is also for treece, christy, and ash to look at in amazement and awe. it's not pictured, but i also have a wardrobe in there. i'll accept all forms or verbal praise on how ingeniously i've organized my pad. you know the e-mail.