It's a weed in a river.

I know, I know, I haven't written in my blog for ages. Here is an interesting dilemna: whether or not to document your life. I was thinking about that a lot today. Really, why do I write this blog? There are three options: 1. For myself, like a diary to let me reflect on my daily life. 2. To tell everyone else about what I'm up to (like my parents and brother, who are the only ones who read this.) or 3. For future generations. I think I write this for a mix of all three. But really, who is going to read this in the future? Let's say I keep this blog for the rest of my life. (I know I probably won't but let's just pretend.) If I average one entry per week, by the time I die someone will have to read through (wait let me get my calculator...) 4,420 blogs (because I am going to live to be 103, like the Jimmeny Cricket song.) Who would want to do that? Unless I become incredibly famous, the answer is no one. But maybe I will have some grandchild who will wonder what life was like in 2004.

Now that I'm done rambling about that, I will tell you a bit about my week. I have five days of lectures and then finals and then I am out of here! Ashley has started to take some of the stuff off the walls... It seems like just yesterday we were putting it up (I hope you noted the dreamy voice I said that in.) I only have one more lecture with this awful physics professor. Also only one more lab with a really good physics professor. We did an interesting lab on Wednesday. It used magnets and lasers and current and induced magnetic fields... nifty contraption. Speaking of physics, I should really go do my physics now because I have a whole quarter's worth of information that I still don't understand.

EARTHQUAKE! There was a 4.6 earthquake 10 miles off the coast of Isla Vista. I was asleep and apparently having a dream about Ashley because I thought she was mad at me and shaking me. And then I realized I was in my bed and thought that Dad was shaking my bed. And then I realized that it was an earthquake and wondered how much it would hurt if that huge picture frame above my bed fell on my head. Small earthquakes are kind of fun.

They have a new farmer's market in the Camino Real Marketplace, so Dad and I went there after church. Corn, strawberries, cherries, peaches, apricots, and zuchinni -- yum!

Yesterday Lindsay graduated from Westmont and there was a big party at the Huberts with all their relatives and family friends. It was a lovely afternoon and we had fun romping around their backyard and playing with Toni. She is cute.

Quote of the day:

"If you have been using this physics book for the past three quarters, you will know by now that it is not a textbook. It is a mystery novel." -- my physics prof

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

I was going to go the gym today but I made chocolate-covered strawberries and bananas instead. I am pathetic. :)

I was so confused last night. In fact, I still am a bit confused. For some reason, I woke up at 3am and my light was on, so I got up and turned it off, and it wasn't hot so it hadn't been on for very long. Then I got a little freaked out because I thought someone was in our room and had turned it on. But then I realized our door was locked. Maybe Ashley turned it on. I will ask her. Or maybe an electrical surge somehow turned it on. Or maybe I dreamt the whole thing. Then, at 5:45am my cell phone was ringing, and I don't remember getting out of bed, but next thing I know I was over on the other side of the room and it was an (805) number that I didn't recognize so I silenced it. When I woke up in the morning I thought that I dreamt that, but then I checked my missed calls and sure enough it really happened. Maybe it was a wrong number. And around noon today another (805) number called me. Who keeps calling me???

This weekend I volunteered at Wildflower, the biggest Triathalon in the world. Friday afternoon, Ashley, Erin, Stacey, Amanda, and I drove to Lake San Antonio. When we got there, we had to wait in a line of cars for two hours because there were so many volunteers from Cal Poly and they had to check all of our bags for glass so the bikers don't pop their tires. It was fun waiting in line, though. We had our music going and I got to read Redeeming Love. When we got there, our tent was set up for us (on a slant), but it was nice that we didn't have to set it up. On Saturday morning we all wake up at 5am to an obnoxious loud noise and a lady all welcoming us to Wildflower and I was so confused because the earliest shift didn't start until 8am. I still don't know why we had to wake up that early. But we all got up around 6am, I think, and it was so cold outside. Then we walked down to the festival area where we were working our shifts and at 8am the triathalon began. Erin and Stacey and I wandered around watching the swimming and the beginning of the biking. It made me want to do a triathalon, but I quickly got over that idea. Mid-morning we stopped on the grass and basked in the sun and I took a nap, which was suprising for me, especially since there were tons of people around. But it was a lovely nap. At 11am, we heard that they needed volunteers at the finish line, and so we went over there and handed water to the racers as they finished. That was a lot of fun. And I got to see all the hot-shot athletes from Australia and Germany and other places. Then at 2:00 my shift started at the pasta/BBQ booth. I took orders for the whole six hours. I was a little nervous at first, but it was actually pretty fun. Then we cleaned up and walked back in the dark around 8:45. I was exhausted. Sunday morning we woke up at 6am and walked down to the festival area at 7 for a small worship service. Crusade band played (Amanda sang) and a couple people shared some things and a pastor (at least I think he was a pastor) spoke. It was nice and it was really pretty. Then at 8am I worked the pasta booth again, but this time I was serving, which wasn't too fun. And we were supposed to leave at 2pm, but they desperately needed us to stay and help, so I stayed until 4pm. 8 hours of serving pasta isn't that fun. Especially when it is roasting out. But it really wasn't that bad. Then we walked back to camp and went back to the dorms. And that was my weekend!

Amanda B. asked me yesterday if I believed in dinosaurs. Last time I checked, dinosaurs weren't something that you had to believe in. I thought they were just a fact of life. I still think they are just a fact of life. But interesting to know that some people don't think so. Learn something new every day.

There are goats outside my window. (I hope Steven isn't reading this -- I'm trying to convince him to come here and I don't think goats are going to help him.) They are on the hill in back of the dorms. I wonder why they are there. It looks to me like they are walking in circles but it is hard to tell since the trees are in the way. I think I would like to live on a farm. Maybe I should move to Driggs. (Mom, that was for you.)

My room is a mess. I guess I should clean it before Bible study tonight. Speaking of Bible study, I don't know whether or not I should be a Bible study leader next year.

Oooh there is a sheepdog and an old man with the goats, herding them back and forth for some reason. No, really, I can see myself living on a nice big farm. Maybe because I am reading Redeeming Love (good book, by the way) and they have a cabin on a farm. I suppose I can't live in fantasty land.

Yesterday wore me out. Wednesdays this quarter seem to do that to me. I don't recommend taking two labs back-to-back, especially when it conflicts with Campus Crusade.

Hey the sheepdog is lying down on the job. I need to pack for Wildflower.