College football, Christmas parades, Golden Corral

Going to see Between the Buried and Me and Advent tomorrow in Charleston. If you haven't heard Between the Buried and Me, I encourage you to do so. Unless of course, you don't like music.

I hate the concept of time and how it works.

Time is always our enemy, whether we have too much of it and are anxiously waiting for it to dissipate, or we're squeezing every second out of every minute, whether to preserve a moment, or just to cram in a few extra facts before a test, like... FINAL EXAMS. Obviously, this has been said trillions of times before, but time has absolutely flown by these past months. This semester became past-tense in record time I feel. I can't tell if it's because I just forgot to appreciate all that was happening around me or if I was just so busy with schoolwork. Either way, I'm shocked that I'm a semester away from half of my collegiate undergraduate career being over. I can remember a time when I just wanted to get old enough to watch PG-13 movie. I can remember when I used to think college was just going to football camps all the time. I still think though that I've got a lot of things to accomplish these next 5 semesters. Only my friend time, will tell.

I go to school in the SEC. Therefore, I have a healthy dislike for my conference foes. Florida, in particular, isn't a favorite of mine. But I can't for the life of me, hate Tim Tebow. I don't know how anyone can. He's humble, he's hard working, he's a great leader, he's a good kid, and holy crap he's a great football player. I just hate that he's not on my team. He won the game for them today against Alabama. I thought the Tide was really going to take it at points in the 4th quarter.

I hate Big 12 games. Anticlimactic. I really am a product of the generation of instant gratification.

Speaking of which, what's up with every player in college football having an issue with the other players during the game? It's like everyone's got to shove and jaw at each other during the game. A lot of puffed up egos strutting around on the field is all I see. I understand the emotion of the game, but a lot of it is just prostrating. If I had D-1 athletic ability, I'd much prefer to be a silent assassin. Say nothing, annihilate everything, whether it be a receiver across the middle or a hustling defensive lineman with his eyes upfield and not on me. Speak softly, carry a big stick baby.

A few things:

1. Trying to eat more is HARD.

2. President Bush admitted the War in Iraq has taken longer than expected and been costlier than expected. That's all I have to say about that. (In the immortal words of Forest Gump)

3. I just found out about Tommy Bowden's daughter. It's gonna suck to be her kids in this era of infinite information.

Thought:

For some reason, some people dislike you putting effort towards caring about them. I find this to be odd, but even more strange that others agree about this. I thought one of the basic principles that we as humans are taught growing up is to care about your fellow man. When were we supposed to forget about that, and how come it's almost looked down upon amidst the more youthful culture? Maybe people are afraid of returning the kindness they've received? I guess I just wonder what a world would be like if people knew and actually remembered the concept of unconditional love. Doing nice things for people just to be nice. And for those who believe I'm sounding too soft by writing this, to quote Vincent Bennett, "I don't mean any disrespect, but I hope you are buried alive."