It is the night after Halloween. Last night we went trick or treating for about an hour and a half, but had to cut it short due to God's calling our night voices to His ears. After that we came back to campus for a hall party which, after a judge's ruling, formal enquirery, filled out in triplicate, sent in for approval, lost, back-ordered, found ( Read more... )

This is what my dad calls the Hour of the Wolf. It's that span between 0145 and 0453 which is usually spent looking up and memorizing what your ceiling looks like from the, what is supposed to be, comfort of your bed. But somehow at this hour even the softness of your mattress seems to abandon you in pursuit of more worth while endeavors leaving ( Read more... )