[078] lazy sunday
Today was a good day. I woke up around 11:30 for reasons unknown to me, and then I sort of lazed about. Mindy called me for a bit and we talked about her problems, and a little bit about my problems (because we're a bit self-involved), and a lot of this involves my yelling at her. It's a nice pattern.
By the time I got off the phone, it was (fortunately) too late to catch (free) brunch at the dining halls, so when Grace woke up, we went to Thai 55 for lunch. At first I thought it was really yummy, sort of like the sweet and sour pork at Peking Garden, but then the sweetness started to annoy me.
When we came back, I was determined to finish my Eurociv digest quickly so I could then go to dinner, go to church, and come back and do my homework. Unfortunately, I ended up sleeping for the next three hours, was still able to turn in my digest before 9 o'clock (it's posted below), but I didn't go to church. I haven't gone to church all quarter, actually, and I don't know if I went when I was in El Paso. This is something that I am less than happy about. There's that old little scenario they sell to you sometimes - if Christianity were outlawed, would there be enough evidence to convict you? If there were some really intense detectives out there, I am sure that I would be convicted. But there might be reasonable doubt or whatever, and that's something I'm not happy about.
I talked to Mindy sometime before I finished my digest also because I was feeling bleh. Sometimes I feel bleh. I've got a month to go here. Eamon says it's not that long, Mindy says it's not that long, but it's going to feel like a long time to me. I need Eamon. I need to be home. I need to be with my family and friends and sort of try to process everything. I want to feel the sun roast me to my natural color all over again. I'm getting too light here.
I finished my French homework also, which was something of a bitch. I should say I 'finished' it, because it's sort of incomplete but I don't care. I just need to go to sleep.
A great highlight to my day is that I talked to my beautiful, my one, my only, my Eamon. We finally got the stupid mikes on our computers so we were able to talk online, although he doesn't have a webcam on his end.
I'm blabbing. I should go to bed. Good night.
Praise the Life You're Living, Praise God.
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By the time I got off the phone, it was (fortunately) too late to catch (free) brunch at the dining halls, so when Grace woke up, we went to Thai 55 for lunch. At first I thought it was really yummy, sort of like the sweet and sour pork at Peking Garden, but then the sweetness started to annoy me.
When we came back, I was determined to finish my Eurociv digest quickly so I could then go to dinner, go to church, and come back and do my homework. Unfortunately, I ended up sleeping for the next three hours, was still able to turn in my digest before 9 o'clock (it's posted below), but I didn't go to church. I haven't gone to church all quarter, actually, and I don't know if I went when I was in El Paso. This is something that I am less than happy about. There's that old little scenario they sell to you sometimes - if Christianity were outlawed, would there be enough evidence to convict you? If there were some really intense detectives out there, I am sure that I would be convicted. But there might be reasonable doubt or whatever, and that's something I'm not happy about.
I talked to Mindy sometime before I finished my digest also because I was feeling bleh. Sometimes I feel bleh. I've got a month to go here. Eamon says it's not that long, Mindy says it's not that long, but it's going to feel like a long time to me. I need Eamon. I need to be home. I need to be with my family and friends and sort of try to process everything. I want to feel the sun roast me to my natural color all over again. I'm getting too light here.
I finished my French homework also, which was something of a bitch. I should say I 'finished' it, because it's sort of incomplete but I don't care. I just need to go to sleep.
A great highlight to my day is that I talked to my beautiful, my one, my only, my Eamon. We finally got the stupid mikes on our computers so we were able to talk online, although he doesn't have a webcam on his end.
I'm blabbing. I should go to bed. Good night.
Praise the Life You're Living, Praise God.
**my entries are now written with Cambria. It's a pretty font. Download it. :D