Fish Vomit, Part Deuce

First off, look at the picture to the left: have you ever seen a more glorious sight in your life? I submit that you have not. In-N-Out and Krispy Kreme, my two cruel mistresses, gleaming in the twilit sky.... magnificent, simply magnificent.

This is one of the pics from my trip up to Santa Cruz and Santa Rosa that I said I was going to post like 5 weeks ago. Obviously, the time has come and gone and the small percentage of people who actually gave a rip then have long forgotten that I even took a trip up north, which really is OK with me. But I thought I'd add a pic of my personally favorite site in San Francisco-- the parking lot that had both an In-N-Out and a Krispy Kreme.... and in case you're wondering, yes, I did eat at both. It was marvelous.

Speaking of people noticing my blog, I expect my redearship to decrease dramatically, considering as how I have recently deactivated my facebook account, and most of the people who read my blog were those who read it as an imported "note" on facebook. Oh well. I temporarily deactivated my facebook account because I felt it was serving no real redeeming purpose, was taking up too much of my time, and all sorts of wierd people I didn't know were starting to write on my wall. Kinda creepy. I'll probably re-activate it sometime soon, most likely when I leave for Israel.

Israel. Wow. I'm excited to go, but I'm bummed that I'll be away from the states this fall. For one, I'm missing football season, especially Santa Clarita Christian Football, for whom I have been the home-team announcer for the last two years. I'm also pretty upset that I'll be missing the re-release of Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas in theatres. But, hey, it's Israel.

So about 15 months ago (give or take), I wrote a post reflecting on the recent rejection of my application for being an RA. My world was shattered. I trusted the Lord, but it was hard. A lot of people I cared about knew that I had applied, and it was embarrassing to have them all find out that I was weighed in TMC's Student Life's balances and found wanting. I felt so unsure about what my future would look like, because the dream I had selfishly crafted had vanished in an instant.

Well, it happened again. The LSAT scores came back a week ago, and again, I was tried in the Law School Admissions Council's scales and found wanting. I won't post my score on the internet, but in my opinion, the term "abysmal" would be applicable. Gone were my dreams of a full ride to the law school of my choosing, gone were the fantasies of various Law School admission departments sending me promotional material, begging me to enroll at their specific institution.

But it's been a good thing. I know now that if I am going to get into law school, and if I'm going to get any financial aid at all, it will be the Lord, no question. I don't know how this is all gonna work out, but this has all made me absolutley sure: I want to go to Law School, and I fully trust the Lord to get me there. No good thing will he withhold from those who walk uprightly. It's like my roommate Robby told me, "your crappy LSAT score doesn't change the fact that God is still on the throne."

Well, I am of course blogging because I have homework to be working on, so I better get back to that.

Adios, muchachos.