A Monday

In my limited experience with the newly discovered art of clothes folding I've found something truly therapeutic.  Going through all of those t-shirts (some dating back as early as 2005) and remembering...things.  Generally quite happy things.  Band Camp, Vancouver, Portland, Band Camp, Creation, Band Camp, Creation, Creation...the mailbox. I suppose more it's more encouraging (for me at least) to look back and remember how dumb I was, and see how far I've come, than it is depressing to think about...how dumb I was.  Many miles to go yet!

My alarm failed me this morning, fortunately I woke up anyway at around 6:30.  Early enough to get out and run whilst campus is still dark and largely abandoned.

I think that my 307 prof, Kristen Parris (the one I met this summer and have been so enthusiastic about) is not altogether pleased with the amount of class participation.  The class is not eager to talk.  Which is actually pretty good for me, because after a just-awkward-enough-silence, I'm primed up to finally put my own two cents in.  However...to date I haven't been the most informed student.  I should finally have caught up with that wave by Wednesday though.  30% of our grade is due in five pages this Friday.

Jake, Matt, and I had a great conversation about.  Nice substantial things.  Which is great right?  I love you guys.

Hmm...I've mostly got nothing to say.  I spent 1-8 in the library yesterday.  Ate dinner at Fairhaven courtesy of Lodrick.  Nick came to Church again in the morning.  Along with Caleb, who left at around 9.  I didn't have the greatest of days as far as transit is concerned.  I missed the first 9:43 bus (at 9:39), then the 2nd 9:43 bus bypassed our stop.  so having about 15 minutes to go before class, I set off on a brisk walk to class.  Little did I know apparently there are at least 2 more buses, which as far as I can tell are not listed on the schedule, that pass by.  I had left the giant bus waiting crowd thinking I was being the smart one (I thought the next bus was 10:04), but no.  Another bus pulls up and I am too far away at this point to make it back, and my unfortunate choice trail was just just...mud and an inch of water.  the next bust stop is less than a quarter mile up the street.  and I think I can make it.  so I sprint through all this crap and just.  get covered in splattery crap.  (This is about as terrible a recounting of these events as I would give in person.  Not worthy of 1/3 of the number of words.  But.  We've come this far.)  and manage to get on the bus at the next stop, having run along side it for a period of time.  This bus with all the people I had just abandoned at the previous stop thinking I was being so intelligent.  I would have been pretty red enough without the 100 meter dash.

Yeah.  I really have nothing.  I don't like I've done enough today to call myself burnt out.  But I'm still pretty dang tired.

I have very nearly finished committing the first chapter of Philippians to memory.  I also am finishing (reading) 2nd Kings today.  Next up is Chronicles.........
 
I hope I feel better after this week.  After the next two days.  I should.  I've got many more things I'd like to do, that I need to do, besides homework.  After this week I should be able to find some free-time to do those things that isn't accompanied by anxiety over class.  I think this is the bad kind of anxiety...so I shouldn't really have it anyway...in a perfect world.


This most just be the most babbly I've been here so far.

New idea for a boy baby name: Josiah.  It's refreshing to run into a King in Kings who followed the Lord "with all his heart and with all his soul and with all his strength."

Currently listening: Phil Wickham's "Singalong", Victor Ewald, quintet #1 OPUS five, Clint Eastwood's Million Dollar Baby soundtrack, and flipping Eric Whitacre.