yeah yeah, i'm a flake.

i'm horrible at this whole blogging thing.

here's an update of my life/last couple weeks.


drove to washington and back, in which i hit only 1 tire, and almost blew out two others
best manned a wedding, in which there was definitely a large smiley face drawn on on the rear end of the groom
blasted* 10,000 square feet of concrete, for which i received just a little bit of lung cancer
got accepted to two grad schools, both of which were my first choice
started reading Isaiah again, in which i was reminded that God hates sin and kicks butt
declined to attend a rascal flatts concert, for which my sister highly disapproved and my ears simultaneously rejoiced
rediscovered the greatness that is jars of clay, seriously, much afraid is a great album
realized how much i'm going to miss friends when i leave for school. why do i have to grow up?
realized i should get to bed because i had to work 11 hours today and have to work tomorrow and possibly sunday.





*blasted is not replacing a cuss word. It's actually something you do to concrete to make it more porous and inviting.

decisions decisions

I found out this week i got accepted to the university of london.

i also found out i got accepted to oxford.

i'm torn.

But praise God, i'm not going to be working construction all year.