Got a birthday ice-cream cake last night at small group! Yummy! =P That actually worked out so well, cuz I think I was pretty caked out by the end of last weekend. 0_o Thanks, everyone!
I finally met the mysterious Jack that the Stanford-Baylight contingency would make vague references to every once in a while. “Blah blah Jack blah so-and-so’s Xanga blah? Blah blah blah Jack this blog!” Something had been eating away at me for a while: How are people finding my Xanga, and why do they never comment? I was so confused, but it all makes sense now. It all came down to Jack. Thanks, Jack. By the way, those of you whose blogs I found through Jack, I think I’m actually fairly well caught up now. =] Now if only I got a daily email from Jack, I’d be set…
Most importantly, after weeks of namelessness only further awakened by the overnight adoption of the Fugees’ namesake by Dong’s group, our life transformation group (hereby, LTG) finally has a name! For a while, I was feeling left out because our life transformation group (hereby, LTG) did not have a new name since the cell division into two groups a couple of weeks ago. It seemed like overnight, everyone in Dong’s group proudly became a Fugee. (“No, really, you’re Lauryn.” “No WAY! *You* are totally Lauryn!!”) Then I was even more distraught over the unfairness of it all when, over dinner at TGI’s Sushi two weeks ago, Young suggested that they come up with a personalized Native American name for each member of the group too. (“You can be Running Bear Who Prays For Fish.” “How about Spunky Deer Resting By Streams Of Living Water?”) After much impassioned debate, frantic grasping for the syllables that would gracefully roll off the tongue, and crises of identity over what we are “really about,” we finally reached a consensus! We are not The Rage. We are not AWE. We are not even RAW. We are The Nightlight. Baylight by day, Nightlight by, uh, night. YES! Finally, I can sleep. (Okay, that was never a problem in the first place.)
The Nightlight! That is so clever. I disavow my previous disgust over puns.