Used to be Nicklecreek

Sara Bareilles is my savior of my time these days...

I finally watched it...

I remembered tonight that love has always been, is, and will always be what I strive for, pursue, and hope for in my life. Sometimes the din of everything makes you forget. Sometimes trying to make everything work makes you loose focus.

Sure, I'm thinking about love in general and romantically. I think when all is said- love is the expression of a heart thankful that it has been found and desperate to share and receive genuine life from another.

I'll forget... and need to be reminded

Back

It's been three weeks, but I'm back. Back in the US. Back to life here, missing some things in India, and not missing others.

Life is different here than I had left it, and that's fine- it just takes some getting used to.

India bound

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Completed

I just finished my entire spring semester and my one week summer class this afternoon. If feels rather wonderful to have completed everything and know that now I have India to look forward to in 16 days. This week in advanced group methods I'm not sure I would have survived without Sara making me laugh and keeping me occupied. She brought her computer daily and after I discovered her built in webcam class became more of a distraction.

This weekend I will be going to Busch Gardens as well as meeting some new people. It should be enjoyable and interesting :)

A light

Today a California court discarded the ban on same sex marriage. This is pretty darn huge, and I'm pretty excited. See CNN's article and check out what each state has to say about the topic.

Who would have thought

So, Sara (my India wife) asked me to go sell back books today at our campus bookstore. I think at this point I was planning on keeping my books. I don't know why I do that every semester. I don't ever read the books for class let alone read them later. I guess I just hope that one day they will be needed...

At any rate, Sara couldn't sell back any of her books, which sucks big time. I remember that happening in undergrad to me several semesters and feeling like a seven year old waking up on Christmas morning only to find fruit in his stocking and clothes wrapped under the tree.

I however made out well. Let's just say I'm having a party and 4 guys named ben are invited.