. . . Drum Roll Please . . .

. . . I got a 99 on my ASVAB!!!! It's kind of like a perfect score, except that they don't count the areas that dominated me, such as the auto and mechanical sections. Gotta make the ol' man proud somehow (my dad was a master mechanic at one time, and I have ridiculously limited knowledge of anything car-related). I prayed and prayed and even got those pre-sports-competition jitters a few times throughout the day (week?). All I can say is, I shouldn't have done that well, so that's a God thing. That, and my soft major finally paid off somewhere! So yay. Since I got back around 8 and hadn't eaten all day, I capped off the night with a celebratory dinner at Hacienda with Maya and Annie. It was the first time I've been out to eat in . . . I can't honestly remember how long. I think . . . nope. I can't remember. (But yes, I put my most meandering thoughts on here.) We had some of the funniest, most awkward, awesomely girly conversations ever. Our waiter kept walking in at all the wrong moments (haha!), which made for some suppressed giggles and secret looks to try to see if he had heard anything of our conversation.

Highlight. "Eau de toilette. Did I say that right?"
"Technically, there's an l-apostrophe."
"So it's l'eau de toilette? So it means 'the eau of toilette.' What does eau mean, anyway?"
"Water."
"And toilette means . . . ?"
"TOILET!" - Annie
"Oh, I love this 60-dollar water of toilet! I like to dab a little bit of toilet water on my neck every day!" - bad fake something accent
Maya almost peeing her pants in my back seat.
So gloriously much funnier in my car last night. We were pretty slaphappy by this point.

In other news, I have decided that senioritis seems to be moving in with the weather, and it's affecting everyone differently. Some people, as my dear friend, Tyler Hazel, points out, just start to sever ties and isolate themselves. One of my friends has commented that she doesn't believe there's a point to making new friends or developing acquaintanceships (is that a word?) into friendships this late in the game. Others seem to be preparing for the shock of someone else's impending departures.

I can't quite commit, I guess. I feel the separation and isolation of being a fifth year (and an "old maid" who is happily unattached -- I mean that old maid bit entirely satirically, by the way, and with plenty of mirth), and I do have some people that I really wish I had time to develop friendships with before I graduate. There are some really interesting people that I've met this year, and it will be a shame to leave those stones unturned, but I would rather invest in what I have than what I could have. Maybe that's unwise; I don't really know.

On the flip side, I have developed some new or previously hazy friendships. Thank God all the boys graduated, so I can finally be one of the GIRLS!!!! (I'm fairly serious.) I miss the guys that I used to hang out with, but things change; people change. My best friend is engaged to a girl who, by all standards, seems to be a really great catch. Our friendship has to change, and that's already started happening. It's a fact of priorities, I guess. His priorities have to change. It's toughest when priorities don't mutually change directions (seems like a counterintuitive phrase, but it's not). When priorities don't always branch off in separate directions at the same trajectories and from the same point, well . . . it's just not fun. I don't know what the trick is. I could lie and say that I guess it's all in relishing what's left and letting go of what's not as easy, but, well, I don't know if that's really the truth.

My cousin had his 23rd birthday yesterday in Jamaica, with his new wife of four days, five now. Just had to interject that. I would have been seriously jealous if not for this absolutely April-or-Mayish weather in late February. Absolutely beautiful. And I use a lot of adverbs. But I digress. (Geek.)

I'm having a hard time trying to get my butt back in the gym and making time for devos sometime during the day. I'll be honest, it's come down to a negation of both. And it sucks. And I've also realized that, when my faith in God has sometimes waned over the past year, my belief and my faith in Christ hasn't. It seems odd to me. I guess it's because it's something a) verified by history, but more importantly, b) something I just know deep down, from my head, my heart, my gut, to the nerve endings in my toes. It seems impossible that I should doubt the presence of the hand that made me and made my savior. I guess I just doubt the omniscience, omnipresence, and omnipotence of that hand -- that, and the grace. Grace is something that I experience through the Son, but it seems that the Father is the creator and ultimate judge, not the giver of grace and mercy. I think I read too much of the Old Testament God and think of the New Testament as Jesus' territory, not his Father's. Hmm. Just puttin' it out there.

Oh, yeah, and if I want to become a linguist, which I do -- I'd love to learn Arabic -- my job title would be Electronic Warfare/Signal Intelligence Analyst, category 35W. I'm getting more than a little stoked here, folks. I would be a cryptologic linguist, except that I would receive the training through the Army instead of coming with previous knowledge. I can't wait to take the qualifying test and just get this show on the road!

But it's crazy-fool late, and I need sleep. I've been ready for bed since 9, but thought that, for once, I should actually update this thing well. So goodnight, adieu, and flocks of angels sing thee to thy rest! (or something like that)