Change.

The school year is almost over, and I am in a bit of shock. I can't believe that I'm at the end of my freshman year. I mentioned to my roommate on a camping trip this weekend that we were only going to be living together for less than two weeks, and I almost started crying. I almost cried again when I thought about not having the same corefas (small group leaders) next year. That's the problem with me. I just want to hold people close and never let anything change. But change is good...right? I mean, you never get to have new experiences if you hold everything tight to your chest.
Next year I'm rooming with a girl on my floor who's too awesome to describe in a blog post, but I'll just say that she's a lover of Jesus, a resident of Alaska who's moving to Montana this summer, and an eater of meat (she assumes that I always describe her as a meat eater since she always tells people I'm vegan, so I just had to put that in there). But anyway, she's totally awesome and I'm excited to get to know her better through living with her next year.
And apparently God has called me to be a corefa next year, which is still kind of crazy to me. I'm not exactly the most qualified person for the job, but I guess God wants me there so I'm sure it will work out.
I know that God has grown me in myriad ways this year and I shouldn't just stay where I am, but I am going to miss the way things are now a lot.
Sorry for the sentimental post. To make up for it, here's a joke:

A man walks into a bar...
...
...
...
...
...
OW!

That's the best I've got. What, you're saying I shouldn't go into stand-up comedy? But this is America--what about my dreams?
Heh-heh. Enjoy the summer (or the remainder of classes), and DFTBA.

Change is Good. Usually...

Hello friends, stalkers, and people who've stumbled upon this blog by mistake!
As you might have noticed, I've changed a lot on my blog over the course of....a few hours. Yes, I have no life. Thanks for asking.
Anyway, I thought I'd point out the most obvious change: the name! I got to thinking that My Penciled Muse sounded so pretentious. I mean, I don't use pencils for blog posts and it's not like I own a muse or anything. The name started out as a joke, but then I kind of liked it, so there you have it! I'm just another pretentious hipster.

The end.

I apologize for the shortness. Can I interest you in a knock-knock joke? Knock-knock...
....
....
Oh.