12:01. time for homework.

Not having class until 11 has killed any hope i had for conquering procrastination this semester. Luckily, or not so luckily, one of my required classes next semester starts at 8 am. I'd like to think that i'll actually start my studying more in advance, but in reality I'm predicting that the morning auto-set button on my coffee maker will be well worn by next summer. When it comes down to it, i'm pretty positive that procrastination is in my genes, as i come from a family full of night owls. Thanks dad. I'm not entirely convinced this is a bad thing, however. If God made a moon flower to bloom at night, couldn't He have made me the same way? I think yes.

my alter ego: the moonflower

silver dollar withdrawal

Subtract approximately 12 years from my life and i would currently be in Silver Dollar City, camping with every person i knew thus far in my life and eating kettle corn by the pound. I would spend my days working up the nerve to ride Thunderation, walking and tripping through Grandfather's Mansion, and riding Fire-in-the-Hole (which always ended with me convincing myself and everyone around me that my gun must be broken because i KNOW i shot more targets than it said).

And of course, lets not forget taking the classic tintype picture with the fam, complete with mothball smelling 1800's clothes and awkward serious stares. Those were the days, and the nights were even better. Smore's around the campfire, searching for walking stick bugs, swinging on dad's swing, and the occasional Dino show (tehe).

Without a doubt, i will take my future family to Silver Dollar City to experience the beauty of autumn in the Ozarks. And they will like it. So in honor of my nostalgia, i'm popping a bag of 100-calorie kettle corn and listening to the sounds of Silver Dollar in Nickel Creek.