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Tonight I went to the first of five lectures from some Biola people who are hanging out in Turlock. I could, potentially, in the future, get credit at Biola for attending these things. The lectures are like Veritas, only instead of going in between classes (really, skipping classes), my parents drive me there, and attend too.

Like I said, attending this series puts me on track towards some certificate, which will most likely get me a better seat in heaven. And even though I rather like my seat in the nosebleed section of heaven, due it's close proximity to the bathroom and water fountain, I really want that certificate. In fact, I want the whole stupid degree. Does anyone know of a blended M.A. program in Theology and Creative Writing?

I'm afraid, even with a degree like that, I could end up writing the advice column for Brio Magazine... and enjoying it.




Antidote for Modesto: the amazement of seeing jr. high friends, not remembering them at first, and then slowly remembering you used hang out on swing sets and gossip about the boys in code.