"Give Me My Penny!"

Hey everyone! It's AJ!

Hi!

I'm ready for Spring Break! Hi!

Okay, seriously though. I know snow is pretty, and fluffy, and didn't do anything to me, but come on. I have this strange feeling that some people are just gonna start going stir-crazy! They're gonna freak out with cabin-fever, and start doing crazy things. All over Iowa. It'll be on the National News channels, ya know?

"Man demands penny from cashier! No hostages were harmed."

Or people will just start protesting. "I don't care if it's only 10 degrees! I'm wearing my shorts! Give me my flip-flops! It's Spring!"

People are just gonna flip out pretty soon over nothing...And they're all gonna blame it on the snowfall records in Iowa. Rabid parents will be running down the sidewalks in swimsuits, teenagers will gather at the pool and swim laps across the ice. If things don't start melting, this IS our future. Pray for warmth. For the sake of Iowanian sanity.

And mine.

inspired by artists.

tonight was the showcase for artists in our midst at prairie lakes.

these people inspire me. singers, video, lights....many other things under the surface. this is going to be so fun to be in the front row to see these artists come to the surface in the next few months!

*sigh*

Some Days it's Hard to be like Jesus

 I have a secret place. This secret place is in the University library. It's a little hidden cove that has a couple tables and some couches in it. I like to study here because usually I'm all alone. 

Yet today, as I am trying to work on my totally not cool paper, two yahoos thought they could come share my special place. Didn't they know this is my secret area? Isn't there like a million other places for them to go?

Jesus, grant me grace.

Sign me up for that class

Ok guys. I have an idea.

Didn't Sara graduate with an Art Education degree? Yet she isn't educating!

Sooo.. I think that she should teach an art 101 class sometime for free. I'd take that class. 

I hope I'd pass.

hi?

hello people.

Studying= Destruction of Creativity

Come to me summer days

when i lay out under the bright, warm sun

i hold on to the hope 

that soon i will graduate and learn to write poetry

for alas, all creativity has left me.