The world is again at peace.

I did a full workout today.  It was the first time in a long time where I did a bunch of cardio and lifted weights. Tim always begs me to go to the gym with him, but when I do, we get lazy, do a half hour of cardio and leave, so it was nice to stay and workout by myself. 

Suddenly, I feel like everything is coming together.  All I really have to do these days is whip through my homework and find a place to live.  We found a few places we like, and are hoping to visit during spring break and get our living situation worked out. 

I'm getting antsy now that I have nothing to do.  I got used to having 50 big things on my mind to do for the wedding, and now all I have to do is find dresses for various occasions. I almost wonder, is it really this easy? Everyone says wedding planning is so stressful, but I think thats only the people that make it so.  I know that I've had my stressful moments (bridesmaids dresses, invitations, registering, etc) but I don't think I'm bothering with all the details.  My wedding may not be as perfect as it could if I had bothered with details, but I'm more about the actual commitment than the party. Its not even a party, its really just dinner. Lets be honest. 

I'm looking forward to going home and getting some things sorted out. I'm sick of school (I have a terrible case of senioritis). I don't know how many times I say that in a day. But its true. 

I was looking on theknot.com the other day (yes, I'm one of those lame-o's) and am surprised to what the world is coming to.  There was a post about strippers and 90% of the girls were perfectly fine with their fiance/husbands going to a strip club, "You can look but you can't touch." I also heard that if I don't think my fiance is going to do those things (go to strip clubs, watch porn), I'm just insane and not being honest with myself.  It just makes me see things in a different light.  I live in this Whitworth bubble, where I almost feel rebellious sometimes, and I'm not.  It makes me realize I want there to be a stark contrast between me and the rest of the world.  Sad, but true.  It makes me think of Sodom and Gomorrah, Lot and his family running away from the sinful world and how important that story is at a time like this. Even my Christian friends outside of Whitworth have conformed to the ideas of the world.  It makes me so sad to hear stories, knowing that they could be so much better than they think.  I remember in high school, there were two girls who I looked up to above everyone else. They were on fire for God, and claimed they would never conform to the patterns of the world.  I don't know what happened, but they did, and I'm sad that I have no one to look up to anymore. Not to say I haven't done things I'm ashamed of, or haven't conformed at times, but it just makes me sorrowful. There's almost no other words to describe it. 

Oops, I went off on a tangent.