Still tired....

Well, I only got to sleep for a little bit before I had to go to some welcome ceremony involving a lot of speeches from all the important people, including the Dean of my specific college. He told the funniest joke:
I will try my best to remember it correctly.

"It was a snowy, wintry day, and a little bird was very, very cold in a tree. The bird eventually fell out of the tree, almost completely frozen.
A cow was ambling by, and noticed the little bird. The cow left a cow pie on that bird - he left a huge, steaming pile of manure on that bird.
The warmth of the manure defrosted the bird, and that bird started whistling a tune. A fox came by, and told the bird he had the most beautiful voice.... and then he ate the bird in one bite.

The moral of the story is this:
When someone - perhaps a professor - drops shit (yes, he actually said shit.) on your head, it may not be with bad intentions.
And when someone praises you, it may not always be with good intentions.
And lastly, and most important of all - don't whistle when you're in a load of shit."

This is going to be an interesting 4 years.

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Anyway, I was really just writing so I could post some new pics. After the speeches (where they gave away cool CST t-shirts, pix follow) and formalities, there was a pep rally.


Hooter the Owl and some annnoying announcer guy.



Pep Rally - Hooter the Owl on stage.



My cool CST shirt.


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Then, on our way back to the dorm, Liz and I were stopped by some students selling T-shirts...
They had 4 variations. "T" represents the temple T.
"sluT"
"sToned"
"gheTTo"
"Trashed"

Guess which one I got? Here's a hint.

I always wanted to be one of those funny t-shirt model chicks...
http://www.snorgtees.com/
You know I could totally pull it off!!
(...or at least, let me dream!)




The back of my CST shirt, and my "Trashed" shirt.

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I love it here.

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I missed Matt a lot today, and so I texted him. He said he was just going to text me!
It felt so good to even just talk to him through texts.
I had better be able to get my hands on enough money to go down to meet him. I won't give up on that just yet.

I am considering doing some photography for the school's newspaper. It's not much, I would get paid for every photo they published... but if I can actually take some decent photos, maybe I could save up enough to go see him.