College size Nov 1, 2005
Sometimes I wish I went to a big college.  I wish I could've gone to Big 10 football games and tailgate parties.  I wish I could say the name of my school and have 90% of the population of the country know exactly what I'm talking about.  I wish I could name famous people that graduated from my school.  I wish I lived in a town who's population consisted of the students going to the local school.  A town named Collegeville or College Park.  I wish I went to school where it was warm.  Why didn't I do that? 

I wish I went to school in Texas, where schools like the University of Texas, Texas A&M, and Texas Tech are synonymous with winning and rivalries.  Or I wish I went to school in Florida, where schools like Florida State, the University of Miami, and the University of Florida have football teams consistently ranked in the top 25 in the nation, and usually in the top 10.  The bottom line is that I wish I went to a football school.  Apparently, this wasn't very important to me when I was in high school.  Academics!  Grades!  Forget that.  Football is more important.

But then, other times, I'm glad I went to a tiny school.  The students had a considerable amount of power and influence.  The professors (some of them) knew their students (some of them).  I wasn't in competition with a million people.  The school sponsored events with free food.  The school organized dances/proms like high school.  And of course, school is where I met Wendy. #education
Obviously tired Nov 1, 2005
I don't like when people make it obvious that they're tired.  I take it as an insult.  "What, am I too boring for you?  Am I not good enough for you?  You have better things to do?  Why don't you check your watch?  Better yet, why don't you check your cell phone?  Any new messages?  Maybe someone important called you.  Why don't you make it obvious that you're not interested in what's going on around you."  I especially notice this at Bible studies.  I know Bible studies aren't exciting.  And I know you had a busy week and you're really tired.  But hold it in like the rest of us.  When I have to yawn, I try to not even open my mouth.  Sure my face is contorted and my eyes might water a little bit, but it's my way of toughing it out.  And what really kills me is when people not only yawn with no abandon, but when they vocalize it with some sort of audible groan or other noise.  Why don't you just leave?  Let's be honest:  you don't want to be here, so just leave.  Get the heck out.  Or if you're tired, cover your mouth or do something else to hide the fact that you're yawning. #psychology
Dogs Nov 1, 2005
I don't like dogs.  They lick.  They slobber.  They have wet noses.  They stink.  They jump.  They sniff your crotch and butt.  They bark.  They fart. 

But I have to admit that dogs have one thing going for them:  they love unconditionally.  I think a dog's sole purpose in life is to attract attention and earn affection.  I've never seen an animal get more excited than a dog gets when a new person walks in the door.  "Oh boy!  A new person to sniff and lick!  I've never been more excited than I am right now (except for 3 minutes ago when that other new person came in the door)."  And dogs tirelessly walk around trying to get you to give them attention.  When they find a person who gives them attention, it's like they say, "Woohoo!  A new best friend!"  And it seems like dogs just want to get closer to you.  When you lean down, they jump up and lick your face.  When you sit down, they try to jump on your lap (50 pounds of dog doesn't constitute a lap-worthy animal, in my opinion).  So I have to commend them for being so loving and affectionate. 

But again, I don't like dogs.  Unless I can get a dog that's de-barked and de-stunk, I won't get a dog.  But God bless 'em. #nature