The long journey home...

KING STATION:

SEATTLE, MORNING, 3AM:

36 hour journeys home makes for mucho photo fodder. Also, I'll hug anyone who gets the pop-culture reference in this post. :D

Sleeeep.

So I pulled my first (and hopefully last) all-nighter of the semester. It wasn't that difficult. I went on a taco-bell run around 11:30, and then Hannah came over at around 1. We studied until around 5:20, took a power nap until 6, and then studied another hour. I took a shower and we headed to breakfast and got some brain-grub. I kicked that IPE final's ass.

The two questions I wrote mini-essays on were :

1. Discuss the following two strategies of economic development: import-substitution and export-oriented industrialization.

2.  What is a social business? Discuss the potential benefits and challenges facing “social businesses”, using the example of Grameen Danone. Do you think social business provides an efficient alternative to foreign aid? 

Yeaaaah. We killed it. And everything is multiplied when you are sleep-deprived. It is the strangest sensation. Like normally I would never notice that really annoying person who sniffs ever 5 seconds throughout the whole test, but today, I almost killed her.

Wanna know what is killing me? This fricken snow and this cold. I'm going to die die die die die when I get back to GF!!!!! But it is a darn tootin' good thing that these girls had me around to be the bad ass who cleans the snow off of cars with her bare hands (wearing flip-flops) and to release the windshield-wipers from their icy prison using only her keys. My friends are all wimps from California and Oregon. It is a wonder I didn't have to pump their gas too! (which I did do earlier  in the week.)

Deck the Hall Ball... life as I know it....of

I still can't get over how much this concert rocked my life. Here are a few pictures that my friend Madeline took. I couldn't take my big camera, because I didn't want it to get damaged in the process of moshing. I got a few good cell phone photos, so I have beautiful backgrounds on my cellie. Also, the last picture is of Ben Gibbard, lead singer/songwriter for Death Cab for Cutie. He is probably one of the most brilliant men on the planet if you ask me.

The whole thing has really made me reconsider everything. What do I really want to do with my life? What is my purpose? Where do I want to be in a year?

I'm obviously not going to be on stage somewhere, but music is such a huge part of my life, and something I have a really big interest and knowledge base in. Maybe I want to do something in the music business.

I don't know. Just thoughts. And I've been inspired to pick up my guitar again, which I haven't done for a while. Valerie and I made some sweet music last night while we were jamming. I need new strings for my fabulous guitar, however.

I'm also trying to write some papers and I've been obsessively listening to Death Cab and the Cold War Kids. It is a pretty good time. Less than one week. Less than one week. I'm excited to see my family. I'm dreading leaving the beautiful, rainy, pacific northwest and going back to dreary, cold, snowy, nightmare Great Falls. My home is here now, and it feel weird to be leaving. I'm not sure what I'll be doing for the summer. Like I said, I have a lot of thoughts in my head.

Well, to part, I'll leave the video for Cath... by Death Cab for Cutie.