Swing and Miss

So, I have been really bad at updating my blog, and for that I apologize. It's been a roller coaster of a couple of weeks, but now that I seem to be back to some sort of routine, you can expect regular updating again.

For the past 2 weeks, Matt (my room mate) and I have been playing a lot of racquetball. It had been my first time playing and I have slowly progressed in to a champion (of course!) and I love it.

Well, not really, but I am giving him a run for his money. I was up 14-10 against him the other day and couldn't pull off a win. I was sad about that, but it gave me even more determination to win next time...whenever that may be.

I guess since I can't play tennis in the winter, I might as well take advantage of some other sport that requires a racquet.

West Virginia University has been awesome so far. Subtract a few little mishaps with the roomy, and it's been a great time. However, I can make a safe bet that once the weather changes and it's cold, I won't like it here anymore. That's how it always is with me. I am very seasonal.

For those of you on campus: have you ever been walking around campus and old men give you little green Bibles? They are EVERYWHERE today. I took the first one, and then started telling the other men that were handing them out that I already had one. However, I feel really sorry for the men that don't get their Bibles handed out. I feel like if I don't take it from them, and they go back to their master (or ringleader, or sensei, or priest, or pastor, or bishop, or pawn, or whatever...) and find out that they didn't hand out enough Bibles, they will get whipped or slaughtered or something. I really do think these things. So, in an effort to save them from this cruelty I am now starting to take every green Bible I get. They are too nice of men to deserve a whipping. In fact, now I try to find them and take their Bibles. I say, "Excuse me can I have another one or nine Bibles for my friends?" That's not true. But, I thought about it.

That's the excitement for the day.

P.S. Why don't I have a job yet?