BUFFOLOGY

You know, until you move away from home, there are a lot of things that you don’t really think about missing.

One of them is being taken care of when you’re sick.

While growing up, your parents, or grandparents, or whoever would be there to take care of you anytime you were sick. Once you’re off to college, though, you don’t have that.

Last night for instance. I woke up at about 3:45 with a really sore stomach and feeling kinda pukey. I was able to stagger my way down to the bathroom, and I was okay after a little while, but it is always one of those eye-opening experiences when you’re laying there in bed wishing you had somebody to just sit there next to, if nothing else.

Anyways, if you’ve yet to move away from home, just be ready for times like that, and make sure that you have a plethora of different medicines for anything that even might come up.

Ok, well I think I’m going to chill for a bit.

Later, Jere

Tonight we as Conner Hall went and trick-or-treated for canned goods. I don’t even KNOW how many we got, but it was enough to fill one of those big Rubbermaid trashcans and still have some left over. And as of now, we still have a car that hasn’t come back.

It was nice going up to the doors, seeing that “Not another annoying, older kid trying to get free candy” as the people would reach for their candy bowl, only to have us tell them that we were there for a food drive.

I can’t wait to see how much we got.

On a more HUMOROUS NOTE, I went as a woman for Halloween this year. It was my mom’s idea, and I have to say that it was a learning experience. Here’s what I have learned, or come to appreciate in girls:

1. Bras come in more shapes, sizes, and fashions than one would think possible. It’s nice that they have them color-organized by cup-size, though. Also, I first thought that if I was a girl, I would have to be a hippie because one shouldn’t have to stretch around their back like that to clasp something in order to get dressed (the exception being those bras that hook in front). A friend of mine then told me that it was easier to put the bra on backwards, then turn the clasp around to the back. Bras also serve as great extra pockets.

2. Shaving your legs is far, FAR too much trouble. I think I would wear pants all the time. Granted, I had never shaved my legs before, but it took me more than an hour to get them shaved. Then, your skin’s dried out with it being cold, and you look all ashy. Plus there’s that area behind your knees. I’m surprised I didn’t bleed to death shaving back there. There were a couple girls, though, that said they were jealous of my legs. I’m still debating on how to take that.

3. Heels are Satan. I walked around in those for a good couple hours, and that’s enough for me. My feet were sore (granted the shoes were a little small), and people said I looked like I has something stuck up my butt as I walked. Oh, plus there’s the painting of the toenails (and fingernails) so that your feet look nice in the sandals. Though my painting job was awful.

4. Makeup is, again, too much work. Yeah, we overdid my makeup, but I still couldn’t imagine having to mess with that every morning. Even if it’s just base.

5. Dresses don’t have any pockets, meaning you have to use other things (a bra in my case) to carry things around like phones. Plus I always had trouble taking it off. Not to mention there’s the breeze. It can get a little chilly.

All-in-all, the little time that I spent as a woman was enough to teach me a HUGE amount of respect for the female gender. Whoever the next girl is lucky enough to date me will NEVER get any heck about either a.) taking too long, or b.) not “putting herself together.” If she doesn’t want to get made up, fine with me. If she does, I’m going to let her have all the time she needs. All of that stuff is just far too much work.

In the end, I’m going to stick with the simplicity of being a guy. It’s easier in the morning just to wake up and throw on some jeans and a shirt.

I’m out. I’ve got to get a shower to try getting all this makeup off me.

To all you ladies out there, I tip my hat to you.

Jere

Ok, so this year we as a hall at Conner are going trick-or-treating for cans. We’ll take the cans and give them to one of the local food-banks. I’ve never done anything like this, so I’m pretty excited.

And I have FINALLY decided what I’m going to be for Halloween: a woman.

Now, there are a number of people who could probably makes jokes at that, so we’re going to take a couple seconds to let them do that…

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Done? Ok. So, I have found my little black dress that I’ll be wearing, and we got measurements of my chest (as small as they were), and I am going to go bra shopping tomorrow.

Now, even with sisters, I’ve never actually gone bra shopping; I usually went to another part of the store. So, that’ll be fun.

I’m still debating on whether or not I’ll shave my legs, so we’ll see how that goes.

Needless to say, I’m kinda pumped. I’ve heard from people who have done this before that it is possible to get hundreds of pounds of canned goods, so I’m hoping that we get a good turnout from the hall here.

That’s all for now.

-Jere

Ok, so here I am, wasting time, waiting for 2am to roll around.

See, I had PLANNED on throwing my laundry in the dryer when I  did rounds tonight at 12.

I forgot, however.

So now, I have to wait for it to finish before I can go to bed.

Not fun with class in the morning.

Here’s another choppy sentence.

That seems to be my trend, right now.

Good night, Jere

Agree with it.

Disagree with it.

I’m not here to persuade you either way, because personally I don’t know where I stand.

I want to say, though, that I watched a documentary on Fox News tonight about it. They didn’t have “officials” or “speakers;” the simply interviewed three women over the course of the year.

The first girl aborted her child. It was hard watching her lie in the bed, crying, as they performed the procedure. Her mom, who was in the room with her, found out when the doctor let it slip that it was actually the girl’s second abortion.

The second girl was pregnant with her 7th child by the time the interview was done. Her first four kids were taken away since she was using cocaine after they were born. Her fifth child was born with a drug addiction and given up for adoption. The sixth child was a miscarriage. She was pregnant with her seventh child as the interview ended. She said that she continued getting pregnant because she had been that way for so long she felt incomplete when she wasn’t.

The third woman was pregnant with her second child. Her and her husband had been trying for years, and when she finally became pregnant, the child developed a chromosomal disorder. The doctors offered to abort the child, but the mother refused. The child would have lived for maybe only a few days at the most, but the parents decided to go through with the birth so they could at least see and hold the little girl, Marlee. Marlee died about twenty minutes before she was born, and it was again hard to see the mom and dad in the room holding the child.

Abortion is a tough subject. I think that before anyone decides one way or another how they stand on it, it is important to see what people go through who HAVE had to deal with it. It’s easy to say you would or wouldn’t have an abortion when you’re not in the situation when you actually have to make the decision.

Jere

Most people probably think of a writing curse as meaning that you have to write tons of stuff for class.

Unfortunately for me, it’s the other way around.

See, I enjoy writing. When it’s my own stuff, anyways. And any time I feel like I’ve got an idea for something, I start writing. The problem with that, is that now that I consider myself a writer (not an author; authors are published) I have this urge to write. And when I start a writing project it follows me around everywhere.

In my sleep. In class. And, of course, in the shower.

I’m always thinking about writing. And now that I’ve seriously started working on my second book, Power of Deceit, I know that this is going to follow me around for a while.

It took two and a half years to write my first book, Power of Knowledge. I don’t think (or at least I hope) it won’t take that long for this one. I’ve already got my characters developed, I know the direction I’m taking the story, and I know how I want it to end. Those are the three main aspects you need to write, I think.

Even still, more than a year is a very reasonable amount of time to put into this. That means that I’m going to have something in the back of my mind picking at me in all my free time, telling me I should be working on it.

Those of you who seriously write, know that it can take a lot out of you. Some people might think it’s hard to believe that sitting in front of a computer typing, or lying in bed taking notes in a journal could be work, but it is.

You have to plan twists and turns, decide who lives and who dies, find ways to convey not only what the characters feel, but also what you as the Writer feel. It’s a tricky business.

Why do I do it? Because I love it. There was no feeling that I can think of that was better than that day when I finished my first book. Yeah, it was rough, and I had to do two or three more read-throughs to edit it up, but it was SO satisfying.

Now, when I look at my old manuscript and see all the green ink marks and writings that I’ve put in over my text, I smile. Two and a half years of my life can be seen in about 400 pages of writing. No one else can see it, but at different parts of the story, I can think back to where I was when I wrote it, how I was feeling, and what was going on in my life.

Yes, the dance my fingers do across the keyboard can be tiring at times, but I have to say that if I have to have a curse, I want it to be a writing one.

Jere

Today was WT’s Work-a-Thon day. Basically, Work-a-Thon is a campus clean-up/money-raising day. Different organizations get groups together and pretty much work their butts off for a couple hours.

Some people paint. Others might pick up trash.

Me? I worked on the bonfire.

Let me explain a little about bonfire building. Years ago, there were these people over in Northern Africa… in Gaza to be exact. They lived in Egypt and therefore called themselves Egyptians.

Now these Egyptians liked to build things. Like the Pharaohs Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure. They built pyramids. Or more like they enslaved peopled and had them build the pyramids.

Bonfire building is kind of like that. You go out in the heat, get really sweaty and dirty, and cut yourself up a bit.. Everybody gets in a line and passes wooden palettes down the line to build up the bonfire kind of like playing with Legos.

It takes hours and hours to do this. Days, even.

And then we burn it all away.

“Why in the world would you waste your time doing that if it’s so miserable!?” you might ask.

Well, I really don’t know. I can tell you this, though: there’s something about building the bonfire that will really help build relationships with people on campus you might never have met. The idea of working on something that everyone here on campus can take part in really helps to build that campus community that’s really important no matter where you go to school at.

So is it hard working on the bonfire? Yeah, I won’t lie and say it isn’t. But it’s also so very much worth it when you get to stand there on Friday night and watch as it ignites into a pyre that could be seen for miles around.

Do I have school spirit? I think getting cut up and bleeding for my school probably means yes.

-Jere

When it comes to university professors, I’ve decided that they’re a lot like mixed nuts. Some are soft and have you wanting to come back for more, while others are very hard and leave a bad taste in your mouth.

I decided for my first post that I would talk about something which every student who is either on the WT campus, or who is looking to go to WT, would be able to relate to: professors.

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