OCI

Well, I had my first two interviews today! YAY! It was interesting to see the sea of black suits headed for the Charles Hotel, padfolios in hand, nervous smiles on their faces. It was nice to finally be able to try the chocolate-covered pretzels I've heard so much about, and hang out with attorneys who understand what I'm going through, and are willing to answer my oh-so-numerous questions. I had one interview I feel okay about and one I feel really great about. I really hope I get a call back from that one.

So the mystery is over, I much better understand the process, and it's not really that awful. Yipee! OK, now on to more firm research.

Here we go again!

So, apparently I'm not healed yet. On Thursday I started getting a weird tingling feeling in my back, just to the left of where my injury was. Any time I get any sort of weird feeling back there I freak out. So I called the nurse on Friday, and she told me to: (1) take 600 mg ibuprofen 3x a day (hoping it was some sort of swelling issue); (2) call Urgent Care if it got worse; and (3) follow up on Monday. All weekend I faithfully took the Motrin, though it upset my stomach even when I took it with food (yuck), and it didn't really help. So I went to the doc's office today and met with the nurse practitioner, and she said it's almost certainly related to my back injury. So I'm off for an MRI on Friday, and another appt with my spinal specialist ASAP, which means October. Fun, fun.

Quitting the gym...

Know that Friends episode where Chandler tries to quit the gym? I feel sort of like that right now, trying to quit the LDS church (email me about it if you want details), but in a different way. There's no spandex-clad woman; instead, there's this big guy staring me down and an extremely slow-moving machine. And a lot of disgusting, stomach-turning rhetoric. It makes me mad, it makes me sad, and most of all it makes me feel sorry for 11 million people, including several that I know, and many that I dearly love.

So I had about 10 free minutes...

My Personality

Neuroticism	45
Extraversion	80
Openness To Experience	32
Agreeableness	50
Conscientiousness	71

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O Canada

Last weekend Bryan and I went with a group to Quebec, to help students move in to Bishop's University dorms. It was a great trip, and we met some really amazing people...

The university apparently made David Letterman's top ten party schools or something a few years ago, and I believe it. The student population is like 2500, and it's a very contained campus, just remote enough to make it impractical to go anywhere without a car. But there is a bar on campus, and it's what people do. (The legal drinking age in Quebec is 18). We moved so many cases of beer! And the thing is, parents were not just okay with all of this drinking, they were encouraging it, as if that's what people go to college to do, and that's perfectly okay. I don't know, maybe it's just because I'm from Oklahoma, but that seemed a bit weird.

We were there helping out the Intervarsity Christian Fellowship, which, unsurprisingly, is very small, and needed all the help they could get. We took 13 people, and that was four times the amount of people they had helping out. Crazy.

To make an extremely long story short, we moved a ton of freshmen in (Bryan moved a ton of refrigerators, and I was the pillow/printer expert...), we helped run an alcohol-free casino night on campus on Sunday night (as an alternative to the carousing going on in the bar downstairs), we met a great church planter who is doing amazing work among the French Canadians, and we had a lot of fun.

And on the way home, a girl threw up in our car. About 15 minutes from her house. Yes, yes, after driving 5 hours.

But it was worth it. We had a great time, and the people were amazing! And Quebec is so beautiful. In a very European way. :)

Heroin and Fetish Night

So last Saturday night, after the B2S Festival, Bryan and I went to John and Kelli's house at Fenway. We parked on Boylston, and we were about to get out of the car. My window is perpetually down about 1/4 inch because the motor on the power windows went out, and I heard this guy on the sidewalk talking on the phone. I didn't hear what he was saying until he said, "Dude, I'm looking in this car right now and I think the people are shooting heroin!" I was, needless to say, a bit shocked by this statement, so I naturally look up to see where he's looking. Surprisingly, he's looking at ME! He sees me looking and says, "Oh crap. I said that really loud." and turns around. Then we get out of the car and he starts almost running in the opposite direction, like a dog with his tail between his legs, and he's saying, "Omigod they're getting out of the car."

My first thought was to say to the guy, "Um, sir, we were not doing heroin. Actually we have never even seen heroin."
My second thought was to offer him some heroin, just to see his response.
My third thought was, "Why in the world would you assume someone was shooting heroin of all things?" Seriously.
My fourth thought was to call Wanty, who I knew would be so amazed by that story, and who would have been proud to have been mistaken for shooting heroin. So I did, and I left her a message. :)

Well, we had a great laugh about it. It gets better, though, because when we came back to the car, we realized we'd parked in front of a bar, and they'd just kicked their "Fetish Night" party into full swing. Sweeeet. :)