This morning Kyle and I deviously pondered committing the unforgivable sin; actually, he suggested that I carry out the rebellious deed and offered his own knowledge as sort of an inspirational commentary.

Today is my 21st birthday, and Kyle thought that perhaps a container of orange juice and vodka might be an appropiate in-class beverage.

Ah, the veil of destruction that would so quickly descend upon me if so much as a bottle of wine were spotted in my car on the property of my righteous school; alas, it seems that the Nazarenes have blotted out at least 1 passage from their holy text. For indeed, it is not in Christ’s nature to consume alcohol, that nectar of Beezlebub–and couldn’t water just as easily be turned into sparkling grape juice? (so say the Nazarites…)

Which reminds me about my evil and despicable plans (perhaps fantasy) for Commencement. Many times I’ve day-dreamed with a twisted grin and shadowy eyes about my graduation; receiving my diploma, throwing my hat (or whatever it is they do), and then sitting conspicuously on the Chapel steps with a flask in my hand and a stogie clenched firmly between my teeth (all the while thumbing my nose at the condescending establishment to whom I, for a time, relinquished power and money…).

The sweetness of justice for the marginalized is strong indeed.

PS. check back soon for pictures of the incredible house; I just need to format and upload them.