Why Abraham was Willing to Sacrifice Isaac

Not only have we been looking at this in Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling in my Existentialism class, but I have now realized the answer.
It is because Isaac was a pain in the butt.

How do I know this?, you may ask. It's simple, really. My brother is an Isaac. No, really. My brother's name is Isaac.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love him with every cell in my body, and I would not have written this post out of respect had he himself not asked me to write it. Yep, he's the youngest, so he loves to get attention.
Here are some examples of what he does that makes me want to strangle him:

• Every seven seconds, he's all like "S'how're you?"
• Every nine seconds, he's all like "What'cha doing?" Mind you, I am always right near him. He can very well see what I am doing.
• Every eleven seconds, he's all like "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Hail." (as a point of clarification, my given name is Hailey, and my family tends to shorten it to Hail)
• All he can think about is racing: NASCAR, longboarding, snowboarding, you name it. If it goes fast, he likes it.
• He never shuts up. Our family has a running joke that if he isn't talking, he's sleeping. And usually, it's true.
• The child had boundless energy. This is not necessarily bad, but it means that he always needs to be entertained. Always.
• He takes things too far. Even when we explicitly ask him to not tell us that story form South Park, he does so anyway.
• He cuts you off when you're walking.
• He always shoots straw wrappers at me. Always.

Here are some examples of why I love him:

• He gives the best hugs.
• He's adorable, which is a huge redeeming quality.
• His nose is awesome and like a ski jump.
• He went to Snowboarding Nationals last year and placed 35 in the nation in his event and division.
• He's taking French. He chose Pierre as his French name. He's all like "huwhuw I am Pierre" in that stereotypical nasal accent.
• He goes super fast on his longboard.
• He is seriously awesome at cuddling.

You may notice that there are more annoying things about him than things I like, but the first one and the last one in the "love him" category make up for it.
To me, he'll always be Small Child. Even though he'd be taller than me if I didn't have a mohawk at the moment.

Leon Etienne!

Dude, that sheet was cool.

If you don't know who Leon Etienne is, click here, and LEARN because not knowing is a sin.

First off, I would like to congratulate him one not picking me for a volunteer. Yep Leon, if you're reading this, this is the girl who actually stood up and jumped. Yeah, I'm irresistible like that. No but seriously, someone with that much enthusiasm might know the secrets. High five!

SO here's the fun part. That part where I talk about what happened. Try to follow along.
Dude the card stuck to the ceiling (so glad we didn't sign the wall because its us theatre work-study kids who would have had to paint over that!) And like she got cut in half and like I know the secret that she moves her legs up but like her feet were tied down and wow! And he got out of the straight jacket (thanks, I will try that next time I'm in one of those ;) ) The soda came back and I was like holy crap a way to end world...thirst (I bet Katniss wishes she knew how to do that) By the way, if you read this, Leon, I hope you liked the raised stage, I helped to paint the homosote! And then you dropped the bowling ball and I thought it was gonna break the stage...and it didn't, then you dropped it again and I was (in slow motion) noooooo! but it was all peachy ^.^
~end excited rant~

Short, somewhat unfollowable story explained, If you ever have the chance to see him, you best do it.

J'ai Vomi

French Class. 10:29am

A strange feeling came over me. I identified it. The dreaded n-word. No, not that one! Nausea.
I got up. I realized my shoes were off, but meh, I was about to puke. Forget the shoes. Just run!
And I did. Both. I ran. I puked.
It was buckets of fun, of course!
I returned to class, and reported to the professor "j'ai vomu." He said, "vomi." I said "Either way, I'm going back to my dorm." He gave me a thumbs up. I guess that's good, but even if he hadn't I wasn't going to stay in class!