So I must admit, I am a "The Fray" fan. Have been since their CD came out a couple months ago. The whole thing really is good, who doesn't like a little piano in their music? I do find it interesting/odd that two medical shows both used their title track prominently in the past two weeks. First Gray's Anatomy, and now Scrubs. I like the song a great deal, and it does in fact fit wonderfully in both shows. Just a little interesting.... Let the discussion of "selling out" start now. (A topic I will be more than happy to address once I graduate, in two days)

Not sad to the degree of depression really, just kind of sad. It is truly a glorious day outside, high 80's, a few clouds and people everywhere. I love days like this on campus where there are people milling about on campus, Playing Frisbee, laying out. It's a wonderful picture of what college life is/should be. I do not get to enjoy these wonders of college however. I've been in class from 9 this morning and just got out a little before 3 and now get to shower, change and head to my job for the duration of the evening. I would have gladly skipped class for a chance to chase a little ball around the pastures of central campus, but I seem to have a small problem... All of my throwing friends are no longer attending school and are working real jobs, or are in class and unreachable. I need a tissue...

Edit:: And my Cubs are losing Lost (again)

Interesting thought I've had today that I think most people would tend to dislike. I think more classes should place emphasis on essay tests rather than true/false or multiple choice. Here's my reasoning. I've never learned anything taking a multiple choice test. People don't absorb concepts to take a multiple choice, they store facts for a day only to regurgitate and forget once the test is over. I would bet that 4 of 5 teachers would agree that that is the case. An essay test makes people actually learn things, understand how concepts in the world actually work. You have to apply something and then apply it to a situation given. Some would argue that you are still merely regurgitating on some questions. True to a degree. But you're not prompted so much. The answer isn't already given for you to circle. You actually have to know the answer to a question. I will say that in this, my last semester of many, I enjoy essay tests. I don't worry any more or less than I do about multiple choice tests, but there is great satisfaction in their completion. I don't get excited about getting a good score on any ol test, and in fact I tend to do worse.

The fact of the matter is, I have a greater feeling of accomplishment doing well on an essay test. It makes me feel like I know what I'm talking about and like I've actually learned something. I appreciate getting a "Good Job" on the top of an essay test because that somehow validates my knowledge in the eyes of someone I perceive as having a better understanding and greater wealth of knowledge on this subject.

Just my 2 cents, I wish you all the best of days...

In my class who pisses me off. I'm sure every class has this person, and I'm not sure how anyone doesn't smack them. This is the person who has to object, comment, complain about everything. "There are too many questions on the test. There is too much weight on these questions. Do we have to make this particular assignment worth this much." I can't wait to see how this person does when they graduate. "Do I really have to work 40 hours a week? Can't someone else do this work for me?" Hopefully Darwin holds true and somehow this person is eaten by a Venus Fly-trap. At least we can all pray...

I remember when I was younger I used to constantly imagine different places I could live, or bars I could own. I loved writing about details and trying to make other see what I saw in my head. The challenge of your mind interpreting the rain drops on the windows like I imagined they should be. I thought about textures and lighting, sounds and smells. In the end it wasn't necessarily because I wanted to be a good writer or anything like that, I only wanted someone else to know where I wanted to live someday. How I wanted to be. I wanted someone to understand what I liked, what would make me comfortable. So today as I opened my window in the living room, and the sun bounced brightly off the faux wood flooring, I took it all in. And when I pushed play on the stereo and the soulfull sounds filled the air, I was taken back to that place I had imagined as a child. The place I had imagined myself living by now in a city away from here. Its a sobering experience when you revisit the dreams you had as a child and realize that for all intents and purposes, they shall never be reality. The reality you lead is most definitely someone's dream, maybe even your own now, but it is not the dream of your youth...

I always imagined living in some big city, in a large loft like apartment perched high on the skyline. I wasn't for prestige that one would dwell here, but rather for the ambiance. It was the feeling when the air turned cool at night and you could see the storms moving in the horizon. The wood floors that covered the expanse was cold and warm all together. The harsh, cold nature of a hard surface wherever you stepped, a very modern feel in that way. But it didn't have to be cold. The rich brown and golden hues and tones could make it the warmest place on a sunny day, but that day was not today. It was for these nights, with the approaching storm that the floors were intended. For on these nights, you could light some candles and sit back in a leather chair, becoming lost in the mood. The sounds Marc Cohn with the soulful voice and melodic but strong piano backing would fill the apartment. A soul could become lost in comfort just closing their eyes and feeling the music in their body. The fresh rain smell adds just another dimension as tear drops begin to splash the enormous windows looking over the comforting skyline. A skyline not at all intimidating at night, but actually calming with the array of cool colors speckling the horizon.

This is where I found my piece as a child, this is where I dreamed to live and be content someday. The contrast of cool and warmth. The combination of wide open expanse of a studio apartment and cozy comfort found only in good music that moves the soul. Comfort lies in contrast and familiarity. It's knowing you have all the space you need, yet need no more than a single chair. Calm is in the rain, the smell of freshness it brings, the way it makes everything look shiny and new. Peace is in the person, experiencing their dream.

An interesting note, it's times like these I wish I'd stayed with my dreams in highschool. I'd once wanted to be an architect. I wanted to design these dreams, others alike. I gave up on that and now am uncertain about my career and whether or not I will be good at whatever I may do now. I have great respect, appreciation and admiration for my friends who know what they want to do and are incredibly gifted with those talents. I envy those with the skills I came to learn and some how changed my course. I wish I had the knowledge and ability now to design the things I see in my head. Thank god there are those of you out there who possess that ability still and will never let it die. Creation is an amazing thing, especially in the right hands...

Turns out Hogan Knows Beset might be one of thee greatest shows ever made. I'm possibly addicted. I'm also amused that in some weird way, the Hulk looks like my father, or vice versa. (It should be noted that currently, my father has more hair) Anywho, Terry is the Hulk's real name. Apparently he gave himself the name "Hulk" Therefore, from henceforth, my name shall be "Bulge." It's a good name.