Blurred Time.

"EIGHT FORTY-EIGHT?!" I sat up so abruptly that I startled Chrissy.
She gave me a knowing and somewhat sympathetic smile, "Did you have class?"

I did. I had class at 9:00. And it was a 10 minute walk... on a good day. I groaned and rolled over. I did not want to get into the habit of skipping class, but then again, sleeping in sounded close to heavenly. BUT I missed one class last week because I decided to take a nap, but forgot to change my alarm from AM to PM. I couldn't skip another class-- especially not one with eight people in it (seriously).

Tyler (my very responsible roommate) woke up and gave me a stern mom tone of voice, "Get up NOW. Run to your class. GO!"

I figured she was probably a lot wiser than I was. I climbed down from my bunk, put a different t-shirt on and decided that my basketball shorts would be just fine. With a granola bar in hand and my backpack thrown together, I ran out the door at 8:53.

I made it on time, but the bad news is that I missed a different class that same day. Wow. I really need to figure my schedule out.

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Weeks are starting to blur now... I feel like they just roll in and through and then out again. Four weeks now... I guess I've realized-- or perhaps re-realized-- how adaptive we are as humans. This life feels normal now. I've created habits and routines. I've established patterns and I get used to walking past the same people day after day. I feel like I was just updating this blog, but then I realize... its been a week. Ahh, time.

I've embraced new "American habits," if you will. Bear with me.

- Chrissy introduced me to the TV show Pushing Daisies. However, they don't show it anymore, so she has access to both seasons. We started watching from season 1. My first experience was around 1 am, earphones plugged into her laptop, and desperate attempts to stifle giggles as Tyler dreamed on... So, yeah. With that said, I love the show. We've started watching and episode (or two) every night. Its become a bonding experience (ok, so maybe I'm justifying it a little bit). But in all honesty, we've opened the door and random girls have come and joined us.

- Ice cream. Oh, ice cream. Chrissy decided to stash ice cream in our freezer. I wish I was kidding, but right now-- as I type-- there are four pints of ice cream in our freezer. I'm pretty sure that there are four empty ones in the garbage as well. Wow. Who would have thought. I used to think I was a healthy eater. Perhaps not.

Yeah, I think my Americanization ends there =).

I'm still having issues with my bank. For those of you who don't know... I've had a series of complications ranging from an invalid pin to an invalid card, from my name misspelled to an illegible pin request. Basically, I'm sick of this bank... and I'm quickly getting wary of banks in general. I miss getting paid cash. Haha.

(I'm noticing how scattered this post is... sorry :] )

Cru Fall Getaway is coming up at the beginning of October. I'm excited to get away and get to know more people. From what I understand, a couple of hundred people will be going. I'm excitedd :)

Cru has something called Community Groups (CG) on Thursday nights. It's a time to meet in a smaller setting (guys and girls). After a short time of fellowship, we break off into smaller groups and have a Bible study.

Friday night was quite fun. Tyler and I were going to go to a concert that I had seen ads up for. However, when we got there we realized that I had been wrong... and the concert was for Saturday night. Sigh. Instead, we went roller skating

Oh, and of course... my mom's coming to visit next weekend. Woot, woot. It'll be fun showing her around... maybe go ice skating or to a football game or something. We'll see :)