Hello, My Name Is...First Weekend of Adult-ish Life
Ok. It's Sunday night. I came here to Orlando on Friday afternoon. I've spent most of my time with my parents. Here's how it went.
Friday I arrived with my parents. It was rainy and stormy and we had to move everything in my room. I absolutely love my room right now. It's a little empty, but it's black and red in a really sophisticated way, instead of black/red/death/blood style. I've finally lined all my movies and books up in the way I've always wanted. I finally have a nice lamp and lava lamp.
My roommates are nice. One's Jeffrey and the other Brad. Brad started off pretty shy but he's opened up and he's nice. He's probably what we Nicevillians would classify a bro. Jeffrey's a bit of a nerd but he's nice too.
Today my parents and I went to the First Baptist of Orlando. It's...hard, to get connected and everything. The youth program seemed pretty cool, but the main service was like a concert. Video camera monitors swooping over the stage, six main singers, fancy lighting, drum symbol sound effects during the baptisms. I'm not sure if that's the place for me, but I think I'll give it another chance.
After church, my parents and I had lunch, and then they left. And now I'm alone.
Jeffrey, Brad, and I went to the UCF main campus club booth thing, to check out clubs and all that jazz. It's kind of funny seeing us three, because we wouldn't hang out in real life (and no, I don't count college as real life). We had a welcome thing at Rosen, where we all hung out around a pool and ate stuff. So we met Jackie and Ray. And then we met Daniel. So then Jackie and Ray invited us 4 guys up to their dorm and we all talked.
It was...weird. They were all relatively nice. It's just...Daniel got very anti christian in a way. They started telling their eccentric evangelists stories. I said I was a christian, but I didn't push it on people. Which in a way is true, but I didn't feel right saying that. Because it's my job to go and make disciples of all nations, and even though I won't push down someone's throat, I still ought to be witnessing. And the girls were kind of nice, but one girl said she was kind of a B**** (you know in that way that people think it's charming), and even Daniel said he was one too.
In the end, I was glad I was talking with people comfortably on my first weekend, but...sitting there talking with these people just made me realize how much more I miss my friends in Florida, who always made me want to genuinely laugh, instead of I've-actually-got-friends-so-let's-just-laugh-at-each-other's-jokes-to-become-better-friends laughs. I miss that feeling of the Lord being a passion.
I think plugging into a college ministry at a church is key for me. I'm excited and I know God will provide me with godly relationships. I just know this month or two is going to be hard.
Niceville friends, come visit me as soon as possible!
Friday I arrived with my parents. It was rainy and stormy and we had to move everything in my room. I absolutely love my room right now. It's a little empty, but it's black and red in a really sophisticated way, instead of black/red/death/blood style. I've finally lined all my movies and books up in the way I've always wanted. I finally have a nice lamp and lava lamp.
My roommates are nice. One's Jeffrey and the other Brad. Brad started off pretty shy but he's opened up and he's nice. He's probably what we Nicevillians would classify a bro. Jeffrey's a bit of a nerd but he's nice too.
Today my parents and I went to the First Baptist of Orlando. It's...hard, to get connected and everything. The youth program seemed pretty cool, but the main service was like a concert. Video camera monitors swooping over the stage, six main singers, fancy lighting, drum symbol sound effects during the baptisms. I'm not sure if that's the place for me, but I think I'll give it another chance.
After church, my parents and I had lunch, and then they left. And now I'm alone.
Jeffrey, Brad, and I went to the UCF main campus club booth thing, to check out clubs and all that jazz. It's kind of funny seeing us three, because we wouldn't hang out in real life (and no, I don't count college as real life). We had a welcome thing at Rosen, where we all hung out around a pool and ate stuff. So we met Jackie and Ray. And then we met Daniel. So then Jackie and Ray invited us 4 guys up to their dorm and we all talked.
It was...weird. They were all relatively nice. It's just...Daniel got very anti christian in a way. They started telling their eccentric evangelists stories. I said I was a christian, but I didn't push it on people. Which in a way is true, but I didn't feel right saying that. Because it's my job to go and make disciples of all nations, and even though I won't push down someone's throat, I still ought to be witnessing. And the girls were kind of nice, but one girl said she was kind of a B**** (you know in that way that people think it's charming), and even Daniel said he was one too.
In the end, I was glad I was talking with people comfortably on my first weekend, but...sitting there talking with these people just made me realize how much more I miss my friends in Florida, who always made me want to genuinely laugh, instead of I've-actually-got-friends-so-let's-just-laugh-at-each-other's-jokes-to-become-better-friends laughs. I miss that feeling of the Lord being a passion.
I think plugging into a college ministry at a church is key for me. I'm excited and I know God will provide me with godly relationships. I just know this month or two is going to be hard.
Niceville friends, come visit me as soon as possible!