funday monday.

Well... not really. Granted I'll take a Lifeteams Monday over a highschool Monday any day, but it doesn't make it a funday monday by ANY stretch. Went to the old folks home and scored myself some fine potpourri smelling wares while volunteering... after that had yardwork at the Lifehouse. Leaf raking mostly... it's an endless task I swear. You rake up a pile, and then another leaf falls. I think God is trying to humble us.

In other news I have a head full of immature dreadlocks. They are driving me mad. They itch and look kinda dumb because they stick out all over. All the same, I guess I'll stick it out for a while... they're worth a try.

Just ate some icing out of a duncan hines container... students all over the world, Rejoice! For dessert is only a spatula away!

Pointless post perhaps, but hey... You read it didn't you?

.singing hymns to bare trees.

One thing I of the Lord desire, for all my life hath miry
been-
Be it by water or by fire, Oh, make me clean, Oh, make me
clean!
So wash me now, without, within, or purge with fire, if that
must be,
No matter how, if only sin die out in me, die out in me.

name: meaghan noelle culkeen

occupation: student

time management skills: ... nonexistant.


... currently: stumbling away on an assignment that was due yesterday.


Yeah, I think I am the least self disciplined person on the planet. I will hand said assignment in this evening, a day late, and take a five percent dock on it. Could I have done it yesterday? Yes I probably could have.

Wait, did it occur to me to do it a week ago? Perhaps even three weeks ago when my syllabus was given to me?

Why no! Why would anyone ever do something as organized as THAT? Lunacy, utter lunacy.

Such an exibition of organizational skills on my part would probably represent a complete impossibility in the formula of the universe, and thus would make the cosmos implode.

So... all y'all's should be thankin' me for not messin' up your cosmos this evening. My assignment is late. I have no time management skills. All is right in the world. You can sleep easy... the sweet sleep of.. uh.. people who know their cosmos is safe....

.cinnamon sunday.