Thursday, September 25, 2003
Quote of the Night:"I wanna give you something. I wanna give you some loving action." -
Bethie my adorable roommate
. celebrate . `@ 11:10 PM
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Details, details.
I like details. I like the way my pictures are arranged on my drawers and on my closet doors. The way our bunk beds are angled to just the correct angle to catch every sequence of a movie that's playing on Beth's computer monitor. The way the Hannah list is taped at directly eye level when you exit Room 222.
I also like vagueness. I like the way masses of papers are stacked on my bed. The way my drawers and laundry basket have spilled onto the floor. The way Beth and I leave notes for each other and leave them to rest their as reminders of our love for one another on days when they're bad -- thus an array of yellow and hot pink post-its.
I have the most amazing friends in the world. Something I've learned here is that everyone has different, special gifts, and they all offered me what they had last night.
Lauren Burch and Christena Anderson offered their laps and love, solid and true when faced with me. They were all understanding and gentleness when it would have been so easy to be impatient and stern, and they did it with grace.
Josh Cobb offered his shirt for me soak with tears, a hug and a sip of tropical punch when I was twenty minutes back into my familiar singleness and preparing to run a professional rehearsal.
Lauren McCotter offered her gift of prayer, and prayed a beautiful one, just for me, that encouraged me 184324 more times than she will ever know.
The girls in my hall -- I can't get started.
Emily offered her everything, as did Jessica. Time, energy, money.
Emily missed a meeting.
Jessica didn't study.
They picked me up from Lauren's car and emerged from Jess's truck, armed with two and a half dozen pink roses and a balloon. Emily sat in the backseat with me, gave me cucumber things for my eyes and a Diet Coke w/ lemon - my favorite. She had chocolate, cookies and clean clothes. As Jess drove us towards Xenia and El Dorado, Emmy helped me get cleaned up.
They told the waiter it was my birthday and he brought me fried ice cream.
We rented a movie and have yet to watch it - but we will. John Mark gave us the review on it. It's not good, so I won't share it here.
And we yelled at boys at Wal-Mart, did sparkling cider shots and visited Ryan at Kroger's. Jess let me drive the truck, and I talked to Jesse and he reminded me that I still love AF boys.
The girls in my hall offered their hugs and sympathy, piling into my room when they heard the news. Beth and Jess and Emily crowded my small bed and held me when I cried and they prayed over my confusion and pain. And they cried with me.
Janna and Suzanne offered their undying support, walking into the face of Nathan Loftis and his wrath and writing notes that prove they are wise, wise girls. I love my upstairs babies.
John Mark offered his sympathy and hand picked yellow daisies.
Now my room is covered with girl magazines, candy, flowers, take out boxes and a movie. There are new keychains on the desk, "Cat in the Hat'" decals on the fridge and two big smiley face balloons.
Hell hath no fury like Emily when her best friend is hurt.
Generous is nothing until it has met Jessica.
And my roommate is the best one.
There's just something special about Cedarville.
. celebrate . `@ 5:44 PM
Sunday, September 21, 2003
My back cracked seven times and I didn't take any of the medicine yet because it scares me. (My special back pain medicine that I got from the back doctor. It's named something long and unpronounceable.)
. celebrate . `@ 2:27 AM
I'm playing with colors. Ignore me.
Josh made cookies tonight and we watched the Miss America pageant at the hotel.
. celebrate . `@ 2:25 AM
