I'm Twenty-Two!!

I turned 22 two days ago. It was a pretty weird birthday. I started off by staying up late (until 3:00 in the a.m.) writing a paper for my rhetoric class. Then, I woke up to go to Rhetoric to give a presentation--plus we had a quiz. I was running late, so I had to become a runner. That's right...I ran across campus to buy a scantron and to get to class only to find out that we were doing class evaluations that day, so I could have showed up late. Then I spilled my coffee in class...urrgh.

It got better. I had lunch with the Compstons--always a pleasure. The weather was getting pretty bad, so I decided that I should head home in lieu of my afternoon classes (one was cancelled anyway). Upon arriving at home, I found that the gas man had come and given us heat and hot water. Even better, our new gas fireplace was up and running (and very warm).

That night, I ventured out to meet my parents at the Olive Garden here in Fayetteville. It probably was not very smart to leave the house. When I was getting on the highway, I slid for a few hundred feet down I-540 before finally gaining control and being able to drive my way (slowly) to the hospital. Why the hospital? That's where my parents had to pull into with their freshly blown-out tire. I picked them up, and we went to dinner. It was great.

Afterwards, my dad and I had to change the tire. Changing a tire is not very easy when the ground is icy, the car is a enormous, and your body parts are freezing up. Nonetheless, after about 45 minutes of hard labor, dad and I got a new tire put on the car.

It was a weird birthday. It was definitely atypical. However, I enjoyed it greatly. I got some time to relax with friends, I got to spend a little bit of time with my parents, I ate a great meal, and I played my new XBox 360 until 3 in the morning with my roommates. I can't ask for much more than that, but I'm going to.

I want an Arkansas Razorback SEC Championship for my brithday, and I think Houston and the boys are going to give it to me. By the way, the party's at my house--SEC football and my lately celebrated birthday. 4:30-ish.

P.S.--I was scared out of my mind driving back home. After the sliding incident on the way to Olive Garden, I was worried. Afterall, the weather had only gotten worse. I decided to turn off my CD player (although I had Wilco's Kicking Television in), and I spent the next few minutes praying. It was a great way to return home, and I felt God's peace clam my heart. I just thought I'd share that.