They may talk the talk...

Today I found out that all this englishy mumbo jumbo everyone in my class has been talking in my 202 class definitely doesn't translate as well onto paper.  We got into small groups and peer edited whatever it is we'd come up with "on character."  Initially I felt rather guilty for having a relatively small amount of content to be edited (I hastily threw together some thoughts on what makes characters interesting to me last night/this morning).  Indeed their papers were longer and perhaps more dense overall, but one thing I can keep pace with them on is style.  Afterward I felt really disappointed (and still a little guilty) I hadn't put more effort into my paper throughout the week.  Perhaps then I would have actually managed to really impress for once in that class.

My group was generally really awesome at least.  I am actually looking forward to going to this class, perhaps for the first time all quarter, to work with these guys in the future.  It was a really great experience.

Forget and Not Slow Down would be Relient K's best CD if it only had a bit more length to it.  It's a short, but oh so sweet auditory experience.

Thanksgiving itself is now two weeks away, and my return to home a mere 11 days.  I'm super excited.

At GC on Wednesday I was talking (or at least trying to talk with) Shiloh.  He asked if I'd been playing my trumpet.  I thought that was a rather odd question.  I guess I was just surprised he had remembered I played.  I told him the truth (which is no).  He asked me if I was any good.  I told him...something (yes?).  Then he told me something to the effect of use it or lose it.  More than that he reminded me that it's wrong not to.  God doesn't dole out talents for naught.  This thought hasn't been mixing in an incredibly reassuring way with other recent thoughts on how what I'm supposed to be doing with my life.  I've always thought, and really I still do think, that I was good but not that good (as in music major good).  But to have music really not be a part of my life at all at this point seems treasonous.  To both myself and to God.  I've got to get back into some kind of music that I can do on a regular basis.

Matt D's having a tough time with some family issues.  He could use some prayer I think.

This weekend is going to be a productive one.  I know it.  For sure.  I've got a fairly large amount of material to get through by Tuesday.

For now I'm gonna get in the word and then do some dishes.  While rocking out to some House of Heroes.

The Summer (?) started when our feet crossed that open door...