So, there was this massive bug on my wall Monday morning. I screamed. It had lots of legs. It was too big to kill with a kleenex so I just left it. I went to class and came back and it was gone. Normal right?
But then, the past few nights, I have been having these dreams that the bug is back, and crawling all over everything. On top of that, it keeps growing. And getting more legs. MORE LEGS!! (This bug was a cross between like an earwig and a millepede). The bug keeps growing in my dream!
So, my dreams are being haunted by the bug. The big bug which I didn't kill with the kleenex.
I swear, some morning I am going to wake up and the bug will be back. On my pillow or something. Maybe on my face. Hehe!
Mar 5, 2009
Mar 4, 2009
5 More To Go.
Disclaimer: I am really excited to have only 5 blog entries left until 100. I feel that is a pretty cool accomplishment. Perhaps we'll have a party.
I am becoming increasingly annoyed with the 'go go go' attitude back here in Canada. I find that there are just not enough hours in the day to do everything, or to be everywhere that we need to be. Where on earth did we get this mind-frame that time is money? It's ridiculous!
I have been spending some time developing and trying to maintain my friendships. This past week, since being home, has been filled with a mountain of coffee dates, social gatherings, half an hour travel times from the library to my dorm (a normally 3 minute walk), and late night chat sessions with random people. I'm so happy! And yet, I hate having a social life. It's taking away from everything that I need to do- school work, sinfonia, and class. Not to mention the bitter slack of devotions.
On another note, my roommate was intently watching me type last night. She pointed out that when I type, I only use 4 fingers on each hand, and raise my pinky fingers up like I'm English or something. She (and I) thought it was really funny. But I don't use my pinky fingers for really anything (with maybe the exception of the flute). I don't even use them that often in piano. I find they are these little fingers that are missing the muscles to do anything mildly useful. So instead, I just kind of point them up to the sky so that they are out of my way and move on with life. I tried to use them once upon a time for typing and it slowed me down so much that I got annoyed and went back to my old ways.
Oh well.
"Blessed is the man who always fears the Lord." Proverbs 28: 14
I am becoming increasingly annoyed with the 'go go go' attitude back here in Canada. I find that there are just not enough hours in the day to do everything, or to be everywhere that we need to be. Where on earth did we get this mind-frame that time is money? It's ridiculous!
I have been spending some time developing and trying to maintain my friendships. This past week, since being home, has been filled with a mountain of coffee dates, social gatherings, half an hour travel times from the library to my dorm (a normally 3 minute walk), and late night chat sessions with random people. I'm so happy! And yet, I hate having a social life. It's taking away from everything that I need to do- school work, sinfonia, and class. Not to mention the bitter slack of devotions.
On another note, my roommate was intently watching me type last night. She pointed out that when I type, I only use 4 fingers on each hand, and raise my pinky fingers up like I'm English or something. She (and I) thought it was really funny. But I don't use my pinky fingers for really anything (with maybe the exception of the flute). I don't even use them that often in piano. I find they are these little fingers that are missing the muscles to do anything mildly useful. So instead, I just kind of point them up to the sky so that they are out of my way and move on with life. I tried to use them once upon a time for typing and it slowed me down so much that I got annoyed and went back to my old ways.
Oh well.
"Blessed is the man who always fears the Lord." Proverbs 28: 14
Mar 2, 2009
A Brand New Friend
So, I always go to one of the dorms on campus- Aug's 103 in case you're wondering. This dorm has some of my favouritest boys ever in it. For their own privacy, I won't disclose names.
There is one guy in that dorm that I could never really get along with. I would come over and spend time with 4 out of 5 of them, and the HA (house advisor) would be the one to give me a blank look and then leave the dorm for a few hours. He even asked me once, 'WHY ARE YOU HERE?' Really, that made me feel good about myself.
The thing was, up until last night, I'd had no desire at all to get to know this guy. Then, for some reason, I was just ridiculously bored. No one was home in my dorm (or at least, no one wanting to be social) and so I sent the 103 boys a message, wondering if anyone was home.
Suffice to say, 10 minutes later, I made my way across campus in the cold. When I got there, I threw on a pot of coffee and HA and I bonded over the coffee (really strong coffee) and a bag of chocolate chips. I think we were both amused by the randomness of each other, and the funny idiosyncrazies that comes with differing personalities. For instance, when I meet people for the first time, my brain goes crazy. I talk fast and about everything. It is generally entertaining. HA was more relaxed, but a bit obsessive compulsive. So I would be talking and bouncing around on the bed (a result of coffee and chocolate..clearly) and he would kind of glare at me because the bouncing bugged him.
Anyways, I feel pretty excited, because now, when I go to 103, I get to visit ALL of the boys.
There is one guy in that dorm that I could never really get along with. I would come over and spend time with 4 out of 5 of them, and the HA (house advisor) would be the one to give me a blank look and then leave the dorm for a few hours. He even asked me once, 'WHY ARE YOU HERE?' Really, that made me feel good about myself.
The thing was, up until last night, I'd had no desire at all to get to know this guy. Then, for some reason, I was just ridiculously bored. No one was home in my dorm (or at least, no one wanting to be social) and so I sent the 103 boys a message, wondering if anyone was home.
Suffice to say, 10 minutes later, I made my way across campus in the cold. When I got there, I threw on a pot of coffee and HA and I bonded over the coffee (really strong coffee) and a bag of chocolate chips. I think we were both amused by the randomness of each other, and the funny idiosyncrazies that comes with differing personalities. For instance, when I meet people for the first time, my brain goes crazy. I talk fast and about everything. It is generally entertaining. HA was more relaxed, but a bit obsessive compulsive. So I would be talking and bouncing around on the bed (a result of coffee and chocolate..clearly) and he would kind of glare at me because the bouncing bugged him.
Anyways, I feel pretty excited, because now, when I go to 103, I get to visit ALL of the boys.
Mar 1, 2009
Orion's Belt
To be featured in Redeemer's creative writing magazine: (a story that I wrote)
Orion's Belt -
Small bits of everything that had accumulated over the past days sat in heaps and piles on the floor. Cleaning seemed to make the whole thing officially over. Dealing with it made the memories come back. Neither seemed to be the action of choice. For all that could have been done to prevent it, to tell if anything would have worked was ambiguous as the next. Ideas tossed around in a mind, in hope of some sense. Alas, nonsensical.
If anything was to really justify the truth, it would have been the stars. The joke was that the world revolved around Orion’s Belt. They couldn’t find the big dipper, but those three little stars in the middle of a giant sky twinkled. Muse towards the song. And then, as soon as it came, the melody was gone.
Perhaps then, laying there at the end of a week full of challenges inevitably leading to changes, a growing longing to stay under this sky forever crept up.
The sun that day was warm, and although it was the final day with nostalgia floating about the sweet Caribbean air, the rain stayed far away. It was for the better. Waves were splashing upon a soft beach. The sand, composed of bits of dried coral and eroded shells that had swept their way in from the ocean’s current. Their home belonged to the text of the salt lines upon the shore. Dried, rotting seaweed scented the air, and a crab scurried in and out of the tiny mountainous seeming sand dunes. Peaceful, serene, call it heaven.
As the hammock rocked back and forth, differing hues of blue poked their way through. The strings, woven precisely right, fed the blue of the sky, mirrored by the waters. A breeze, warm to the face, whispered its calming melody to the broken soul. Or the mended soul. A simple beauty rested there.
A voice bidding a lullaby, the waves wisped their way along the shoreline. They wrote the words they sang.
How great is our God
Babble, Babble, Babble
And then...
Swish, slop, sigh
How great is our God
Bright colours. Mingled with reds, blues, yellows and out came the culmination to equal tropic paradise. Favorites always to include the mango, strawberry and limed coconut. Human beings dressed with sheer brilliance, echoing a cultural obsession with vibrancy. Perhaps to be noticed. And all at once their voices shout, "FIESTA!"
Carried on into the night. Life. Dancing and smiling and laughing and the music. The loud beating of a bongo drum, decorated in little wooden beads on the string-ropes. Fast, higher pitched, carrying the melody on and on. Slow, deep, the bass holds the beat. Powerfully it voices its presence. The trumpets and guitars forced to obey. The Island, where all the gods and goddesses come out by night. They breathe life into the streets, the people. And they dance, they laugh, they smile. Somewhere in the midst, merchants holler. Tourists purchase trinkets. They dress for the beach and carry the colours. Above, the stars are twinkling. A pondering towards the song. But the melody is drowned out by the song of the Island.
Now I’ve had the time of my life
and I owe it all to you
And then...
...so softly it starts...
...and grows louder
Tu eres Todo Poderoso
Eres grande y majestoso
On a wall. The warm sun has faded into the horizon. Eyes gaze towards a starry sky. Twinkling, twinkling. The top of the wall is tiled. The same blue as the hammock, though not visible in the night. Cold to the touch, the body sprawled out, comfort. The waves still lap. They still sing. Peaceful evenings and a starry sky. Could it be heaven?
The stars, all in their courses, flutter about the night sky. Tiny butterflies of the night. Not moths, not fireflies. For the colour in the stars reflects the colours of the Island. Reflects the ocean. Reflects the song. Whisked away into a world of twinkling, twinkling, twinkling. And slowly the song returns. So softly. Human voices at last, joining in the chorus of creation.
Laughs, smiles, dancing. The rocks, the docks, they all sing. Above, the stars twinkle. Vividness. Blue, yellow, red. Mango, strawberry, limed coconut. It is all there. Reflections and an after-thought. There are no "what if’s" here. Only backs on the body of a cold wall. Only the quick movements of the wind. Only the song of the sea. Babble, babble, babble. Swish, slop, sigh.
How great is our God
How great is our God...
The stars cry out.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are...
The seas cry out.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
And all of creation harmonizes. A song of praise. A song of thanksgiving. At last the voices grow. A heart wells up with praise, and a soft voice carries on the wind. The soft voice carries on the wind to the starry heavens. Stars shoot like fireworks. The culmination of all the sights and sounds headspring into this one moment and a fountain overflows. Texts, songs, colours- they all join in choir. And the soft voice carries on the wind...
Indescribable, uncontainable
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name...
At last a breath. A sigh. Tu eres todo poderoso. Hallelujah.
A breath on a cold window. Small bits of everything stay sprawled out on the floor. Accumulated, growing, like the song. As silent as the night and simple as the stars. Illuminating. Striking. Twinkling. The intricate edges of a snowflake appear against the window. Melt with the breath. And then another. And then another. They fall until a finger traces a heart on the fogged window, and then they float. They fly. Snowflakes in the Caribbean. Meet sand. Meet sea. Meet wind. Meet stars. Whatever challenges led to changes, whatever beauty led to praise. A growing longing to stay under the sky.
On a starry night, in a blue hammock, with a colorful party and a heart drawn on a foggy window. Alas, nonsensical.
Orion's Belt -
Small bits of everything that had accumulated over the past days sat in heaps and piles on the floor. Cleaning seemed to make the whole thing officially over. Dealing with it made the memories come back. Neither seemed to be the action of choice. For all that could have been done to prevent it, to tell if anything would have worked was ambiguous as the next. Ideas tossed around in a mind, in hope of some sense. Alas, nonsensical.
If anything was to really justify the truth, it would have been the stars. The joke was that the world revolved around Orion’s Belt. They couldn’t find the big dipper, but those three little stars in the middle of a giant sky twinkled. Muse towards the song. And then, as soon as it came, the melody was gone.
Perhaps then, laying there at the end of a week full of challenges inevitably leading to changes, a growing longing to stay under this sky forever crept up.
The sun that day was warm, and although it was the final day with nostalgia floating about the sweet Caribbean air, the rain stayed far away. It was for the better. Waves were splashing upon a soft beach. The sand, composed of bits of dried coral and eroded shells that had swept their way in from the ocean’s current. Their home belonged to the text of the salt lines upon the shore. Dried, rotting seaweed scented the air, and a crab scurried in and out of the tiny mountainous seeming sand dunes. Peaceful, serene, call it heaven.
As the hammock rocked back and forth, differing hues of blue poked their way through. The strings, woven precisely right, fed the blue of the sky, mirrored by the waters. A breeze, warm to the face, whispered its calming melody to the broken soul. Or the mended soul. A simple beauty rested there.
A voice bidding a lullaby, the waves wisped their way along the shoreline. They wrote the words they sang.
How great is our God
Babble, Babble, Babble
And then...
Swish, slop, sigh
How great is our God
Bright colours. Mingled with reds, blues, yellows and out came the culmination to equal tropic paradise. Favorites always to include the mango, strawberry and limed coconut. Human beings dressed with sheer brilliance, echoing a cultural obsession with vibrancy. Perhaps to be noticed. And all at once their voices shout, "FIESTA!"
Carried on into the night. Life. Dancing and smiling and laughing and the music. The loud beating of a bongo drum, decorated in little wooden beads on the string-ropes. Fast, higher pitched, carrying the melody on and on. Slow, deep, the bass holds the beat. Powerfully it voices its presence. The trumpets and guitars forced to obey. The Island, where all the gods and goddesses come out by night. They breathe life into the streets, the people. And they dance, they laugh, they smile. Somewhere in the midst, merchants holler. Tourists purchase trinkets. They dress for the beach and carry the colours. Above, the stars are twinkling. A pondering towards the song. But the melody is drowned out by the song of the Island.
Now I’ve had the time of my life
and I owe it all to you
And then...
...so softly it starts...
...and grows louder
Tu eres Todo Poderoso
Eres grande y majestoso
On a wall. The warm sun has faded into the horizon. Eyes gaze towards a starry sky. Twinkling, twinkling. The top of the wall is tiled. The same blue as the hammock, though not visible in the night. Cold to the touch, the body sprawled out, comfort. The waves still lap. They still sing. Peaceful evenings and a starry sky. Could it be heaven?
The stars, all in their courses, flutter about the night sky. Tiny butterflies of the night. Not moths, not fireflies. For the colour in the stars reflects the colours of the Island. Reflects the ocean. Reflects the song. Whisked away into a world of twinkling, twinkling, twinkling. And slowly the song returns. So softly. Human voices at last, joining in the chorus of creation.
Laughs, smiles, dancing. The rocks, the docks, they all sing. Above, the stars twinkle. Vividness. Blue, yellow, red. Mango, strawberry, limed coconut. It is all there. Reflections and an after-thought. There are no "what if’s" here. Only backs on the body of a cold wall. Only the quick movements of the wind. Only the song of the sea. Babble, babble, babble. Swish, slop, sigh.
How great is our God
How great is our God...
The stars cry out.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are...
The seas cry out.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
And all of creation harmonizes. A song of praise. A song of thanksgiving. At last the voices grow. A heart wells up with praise, and a soft voice carries on the wind. The soft voice carries on the wind to the starry heavens. Stars shoot like fireworks. The culmination of all the sights and sounds headspring into this one moment and a fountain overflows. Texts, songs, colours- they all join in choir. And the soft voice carries on the wind...
Indescribable, uncontainable
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name...
At last a breath. A sigh. Tu eres todo poderoso. Hallelujah.
A breath on a cold window. Small bits of everything stay sprawled out on the floor. Accumulated, growing, like the song. As silent as the night and simple as the stars. Illuminating. Striking. Twinkling. The intricate edges of a snowflake appear against the window. Melt with the breath. And then another. And then another. They fall until a finger traces a heart on the fogged window, and then they float. They fly. Snowflakes in the Caribbean. Meet sand. Meet sea. Meet wind. Meet stars. Whatever challenges led to changes, whatever beauty led to praise. A growing longing to stay under the sky.
On a starry night, in a blue hammock, with a colorful party and a heart drawn on a foggy window. Alas, nonsensical.
Feb 28, 2009
The Mexico Chronicles
I feel as though, in order to tell you about the week, this entry is going to come in 2 parts. The part you will read, and the part to look at (yay for photos!)
To tell you everything won't work. To tell you what we did will seem cliche. Something about describing these sorts of trips always seems the same. We worked, we prayed, we played. Our lives were flipped upside down, and no one wanted to go home. It's always the same old story. I don't know if it differed a lot for us. We built stairs, painted a house. We slept in host homes, and we were more blessed by the kindness of the people we worked for and with, then perhaps they could be blessed by us.
I feel like God taught us all about ourselves. The week was filled with interesting surprises. My favourite was devotions. We read through Proverbs, the chapter according to the day. It was interesting to see how those chapters touched on everything we were seeing and dealing with throughout the whole week. Proverbs 13-23 (because that's the week we were gone) talked about greed, fools, wisdom, families, social injustice, drinking, being kind to the poor- everything! I feel humbled by everything.
What defined the week for me was the beauty of Cancun. While most people only know about the hotel zone, and that is all they see when they travel there, we spent the week in the city, with the people. It's an entirely different world. Knowing that most of us North Americans and Europeans are completely ignorant to the real Cancun. We would travel from our host home to the church every morning and walk down the slums of the city and see a bush, full of the most vibrant of flowers. Constant reminders that everything we saw was God's creations. Everyone we talked to belonged to Him.
I feel like people go on these trips with the self-righteous mind frame. We are helping those who are less fortunate so that we can be right with God. But then again, what sort of mind fram should you go in with? Honestly, it isn't your mind that needs changing. It's your heart. I went into this trip with an open heart. I wanted God to break me, and humble me and teach me. That's what He did.
I feel like I learned to be more soft-spoken. Or to just not speak at all. Watching things, listening to conversations, seeing God's creation, those are the experiences you learn from. Or at least, I learned from.
That being said, here are some photos of what we did, what we experienced and the beauty of the Caribbean.
Feb 25, 2009
Como Estas?
For the translation, my title says 'How're you?" And I ask that honestly.
I feel that for me, the next few blog entries are going to be a culmination of the past 14 days. 14 days, so much lfe, and no blog. I can't wait to tell you all of what I've experienced the last 2 weeks. I don't have the time to sit down and complile all my thoughts yet. First I have one more class, a book to return, Communal, studying, unpacking and tomorrow a midterm to take care of. After that, I will be able to sit down and think about all that I have learned, and hopefully share as much as I can with you.
Until then, eagerly await the 'Chronicles of Cancun'. And a few Odes to lovely people we met.
Tell me all how you are doing. If I learned anything, it is that relationships and friendships are much more important than time.
Como Estas?
I feel that for me, the next few blog entries are going to be a culmination of the past 14 days. 14 days, so much lfe, and no blog. I can't wait to tell you all of what I've experienced the last 2 weeks. I don't have the time to sit down and complile all my thoughts yet. First I have one more class, a book to return, Communal, studying, unpacking and tomorrow a midterm to take care of. After that, I will be able to sit down and think about all that I have learned, and hopefully share as much as I can with you.
Until then, eagerly await the 'Chronicles of Cancun'. And a few Odes to lovely people we met.
Tell me all how you are doing. If I learned anything, it is that relationships and friendships are much more important than time.
Como Estas?
Feb 11, 2009
Adios Amigos!
Forgive my spanish. I just wanted to say goodbye. I will be gone for the next 14 days. (14 days! What a ridiculously long time to not be able to blog!) I feel like I would love to take you all with me, and post photos daily. But unfortunately, there is no internet access where I am.
On an entirely different note, some humour from the past few days. Yesterday I was hanging around the school after a midterm. One of my friends, Jay, came around and we were talking about how we were tired and that we wanted naps. My last name is Knapper (K is silent) so he found it very amusing that I wanted to take a nap. Asked me if I took a lot of naps. Gee, because I've NEVER heard that line before.
Relief is in sight. Midterms for me have come to an end (thank Goodness!) So tonight I am focusing on getting my laundry done so that I can pack for Mexico!
See you all in 2 weeks! May God Bless you!
On an entirely different note, some humour from the past few days. Yesterday I was hanging around the school after a midterm. One of my friends, Jay, came around and we were talking about how we were tired and that we wanted naps. My last name is Knapper (K is silent) so he found it very amusing that I wanted to take a nap. Asked me if I took a lot of naps. Gee, because I've NEVER heard that line before.
Relief is in sight. Midterms for me have come to an end (thank Goodness!) So tonight I am focusing on getting my laundry done so that I can pack for Mexico!
See you all in 2 weeks! May God Bless you!
Feb 9, 2009
Me vs. Monday
Monday and I are in a constant battle. Sometimes he wins, sometimes I do.
These last two weeks, I have been losing quite miserably. Last week, I had a fever, this week, Monday is thrusting me into a week of Midterms and gross school things. I feel like sleep will not be a part of my life again for a long time.
It's an epic war. I remember one week when Monday came around and I refused to let him wear me down! You see, this semester, he is my ugliest day. In all honesty, I quite prefer Thursdays to all other days of my week. Thursday is nice. Thursday leaves me hours for sleep. Mondays, not so much. Monday makes me get up early, and then forces me to go to lots of class, and have little or no time to do homework, because as soon as I get a chance to sit down and think about something (like I am now,) I have to go back to the school again. Monday's don't end.
Is it wrong that I'm becoming stereotypically grudged against Monday? I can't imagine how he feels, knowing the majority of the western world hates him. The bearer of bad news, the beginning of a work week. It's not his fault he's such a dreary day...or is it?
Either way, Monday is doing a great job of introducing me to the exhaustion I am going to suffer for the next few days. I have midterms tomorrow and Wednesday, as well as loads of studying, catching up from last week's flu fiasco and Fiddler on the Roof production. I have to finish filling out my RA application form for next year. I have laundry which I have been planning to accomplish for 3 days now-that needs to be finished for Wednesday evening, and then I need to pack my life up into a suitcase and truck my butt down to Detroit airport.
Thursday I leave for Mexico with a team of students from this school. We are going down on a mission trip to (don't judge me) Cancun. It's going to be a really great experience- we're living with host families, and working and learning about the culture. I'm really excited. But I have so much to think about and do before Thursday, that this trip is shoved in the back of my brain. I just pray I get through midterms. I pray God will give me the energy to keep studying, and the brain power to actually absorb everything.
And now, I have about an hour before class. I feel a nap coming on. Monday wins out again. Oh well, there's always next week.
These last two weeks, I have been losing quite miserably. Last week, I had a fever, this week, Monday is thrusting me into a week of Midterms and gross school things. I feel like sleep will not be a part of my life again for a long time.
It's an epic war. I remember one week when Monday came around and I refused to let him wear me down! You see, this semester, he is my ugliest day. In all honesty, I quite prefer Thursdays to all other days of my week. Thursday is nice. Thursday leaves me hours for sleep. Mondays, not so much. Monday makes me get up early, and then forces me to go to lots of class, and have little or no time to do homework, because as soon as I get a chance to sit down and think about something (like I am now,) I have to go back to the school again. Monday's don't end.
Is it wrong that I'm becoming stereotypically grudged against Monday? I can't imagine how he feels, knowing the majority of the western world hates him. The bearer of bad news, the beginning of a work week. It's not his fault he's such a dreary day...or is it?
Either way, Monday is doing a great job of introducing me to the exhaustion I am going to suffer for the next few days. I have midterms tomorrow and Wednesday, as well as loads of studying, catching up from last week's flu fiasco and Fiddler on the Roof production. I have to finish filling out my RA application form for next year. I have laundry which I have been planning to accomplish for 3 days now-that needs to be finished for Wednesday evening, and then I need to pack my life up into a suitcase and truck my butt down to Detroit airport.
Thursday I leave for Mexico with a team of students from this school. We are going down on a mission trip to (don't judge me) Cancun. It's going to be a really great experience- we're living with host families, and working and learning about the culture. I'm really excited. But I have so much to think about and do before Thursday, that this trip is shoved in the back of my brain. I just pray I get through midterms. I pray God will give me the energy to keep studying, and the brain power to actually absorb everything.
And now, I have about an hour before class. I feel a nap coming on. Monday wins out again. Oh well, there's always next week.
Feb 4, 2009
Fiddler on the Roof
I apologize for having not posted in a few days. This weekend, running all the way until today was so busy! On top of that, I caught the flu (unusual for me). So my week has consisted entirely of Kleenex, and coughing, and growing Fiddler on the Roof music out of my ears.
The flu was really the most entertaining part of the last few days. On top of being swamped with upcoming midterms, an essay and the looming reality that I leave for Mexico in a WEEK, I really couldn't afford to be sick. But, of course, life has a strange way of laying everything down at you all at once. So, on top of being crazy busy, I still get that flu. I take lots of Advil, I sleep tons.
Fiddler on the Roof is going well. Opening night is officially tomorrow, however, we have already played 2 full shows; the Matenee today, and the 'preview' last night.
I have also been to a total of 2 classes so far this week. Monday I was just really sick, and so managed to scrounge myself together for Religion, but that was it. Yesterday, I suffered through History 105. Which was okay, but I'm pretty sure the Prof could tell I was not feeling up to par. (Vreugdenhil is crazy like that!)
Anyways, that has been my life. I pray that your's, dear reader, does not involve the flu!
The flu was really the most entertaining part of the last few days. On top of being swamped with upcoming midterms, an essay and the looming reality that I leave for Mexico in a WEEK, I really couldn't afford to be sick. But, of course, life has a strange way of laying everything down at you all at once. So, on top of being crazy busy, I still get that flu. I take lots of Advil, I sleep tons.
Fiddler on the Roof is going well. Opening night is officially tomorrow, however, we have already played 2 full shows; the Matenee today, and the 'preview' last night.
I have also been to a total of 2 classes so far this week. Monday I was just really sick, and so managed to scrounge myself together for Religion, but that was it. Yesterday, I suffered through History 105. Which was okay, but I'm pretty sure the Prof could tell I was not feeling up to par. (Vreugdenhil is crazy like that!)
Anyways, that has been my life. I pray that your's, dear reader, does not involve the flu!
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