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A collection of blog posts originally published on Xanga from January 2004 to April 2007. Their subject matter is varied.

Dinner With The Wirgaus

By Andrew Ledwith on January 19, 2004 • Imported • 0 Comments

So just when I thought dorm life couldn’t get any better, it didn’t. As I said before, last night at 5:30 AM we had a fire alarm go off. Some wise guy decided it would be funny to throw a smoke bomb down the garbage chute. What has really started to bug me is that that person is going to graduate from FSU. He or she will represent where I got my education. It makes me feel like my degree is going to be worth less than it would have been. But anyway, I was outside for about an hour before we were yelled at by an RA and sent back inside. I slept from 6:30 AM to 2:30 PM, thus killing any real chance of me accomplishing anything today.

So at 6 PM my A-Team and I had dinner over at the Wirgau’s home. That family is wonderful. They are the best thing about Tallahassee, Florida in my eyes. Martha cooked beef stroganoff, and it was simply divine. She is an amazing cook. After dinner we all gave our testimonies as a way of getting to know each other better, especially a way for Dave to get to know the freshman and transfers on the team because he’s been on sabbatical all fall. I loved it, I had a great time hearing all of their testimonies and getting to know my team on that level. Heck, we even got some work done.

So now I’m going to attempt to get some work done. I’m all off my sleep schedule because of the fire drill, so I’m thinking I’ll stay up until 4 AM or so reading, sleep for 4 1/2 hours and get back on my schedule that way. It makes sense to me.

Longest Lunch Ever

By Andrew Ledwith on January 19, 2004 • Imported • 0 Comments

So yesterday I was supposed to get something, anything done. Nope. Didn’t happen. I went to church, that was productive. Saw a guy named Kevin who I haven’t seen in about two years, but I’ve known him since I was six or something. And that was the end of anything that resembled productivity.

You see, I went to Camp Special. They were serving lunch, so I figured I’d save some time by eating over there, and then coming home to do more work. Well that wasn’t quite the way it turned out. You see, it took about 2 hours to make this mammoth lunch (the grilling, the baking, and the like). Then, in true southern fashion, we took the rest of the afternoon to eat it. I ended up watching football for a solid 6 (!!!) hours. Then we had praise and shakes (no Christmas tree burning though), and that lasted for the rest of the night. We goofed off until about 1:30 AM.

So I get home and I’m beat. I want to get some sleep and get up today ready to work. At about 5:30 AM I get woken up by Andy (my roommate) and I hear a *errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr* sounds. Fire drill. You have got to be kidding me. Turns out some punk tossed a smoke bomb down the trash chute. So I’m standing outside my dorm waiting for the next hour. I then proceed to get back to bed and sleep until 2:30 PM. So this day is already shot.

Oh well, they’re just grades right? [Rocks back and forth with a uneasy grin.]

End Of A Good Day

By Andrew Ledwith on January 18, 2004 • Imported • 0 Comments

That was a good way to end the day. Or begin it, depending on your perspective. After spending the better part of the day with my nose in a book I was happy to spend my evening at MoMo’s (with three MoMo’s virgins) and then at Camp Special singing some praises. Kind of a sneak preview of tomorrow night’s praise & shake over there. Bring your friends!

Talking To Myself

By Andrew Ledwith on January 17, 2004 • Imported • 0 Comments

So I decided to conform. I admit that there’s a part of me that never escaped being a computer dork. Much as I may try to come across as “normal” nowadays, the truth is that I haven’t changed too much. So I see that everyone seems to have a blog where they tell the entire world their inner most secrets and so forth. I’ve used one before, but only because I had to for an English class my first year of college. But I figure that I have so much to say, and no one wants to listen to it. So maybe if they could read it. Then they’d have the option of closing the page when they got sick of me. Yeah, now I see the appeal.

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