Wednesday, October 22, 2003
I have three free minutes. It just took me twenty seconds to figure out how to spell "minutes". Wow. I am wound SO tight right now.
I got a good grade on my History of Civ test and that makes me happy (I didn't fail).
Emily is back and that makes me even happier. Tomorrow we leave for Chicago and all that jazz.
Today I opened a box that had a mirror in it that I bought almost two months ago. One side of the mirror was broken in a way that will make it impossible to fix, and I was disappointed. It reminded me a lot of things that had happened since the day I bought that mirror in the middle of Pennsylvania on Labor Day, and how much has been permanently broken since then. It was symbolic and cheesy and I just sat in the middle of my room and tried to figure out how to fix it.
I fumbled with the broken pieces, turning them over in my hands and turning thoughts over in my mind. Distractedly, I flipped the mirror over to reveal that the other side was whole, shiny and reflecting my tired face. I hadn't even known there was a mirror on the other side, and yet there it remained, hidden and complete.
Just like other, beautiful parts of my life. Just like other things that aren't broken. Hidden to me at times, they are nonetheless there when I turn them over. Maybe tomorrow God will flip another mirror in my life and show me something else. Show me how He can fix it when at first glance it seems impossible.
Off to down some Chinese.
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Monday, October 20, 2003
This is going to come up as Monday but it's really Sunday night. Shh. Don't tell anyone.
So I had this amazing crazy good weekend. God has given so much grace over the past three days that I just don't know what to do with it. Jesse told me to give some to him; I wish I could. I wish I could share it with everyone. I think those who spent lots of time with me this weekend got a taste of it. Which is cool.
Friday night Christe and I sold concessions for ABP and made lots of moolah for the show. Side Note: sometimes I call my mommy 'moolah'. That's funny. We watched part of Lettice and Loveage and walked over to Mom and Dad's for dinner. Actually, it was more like a midnight snack and we skipped for a while across campus.
I'msuchadork.
Saturday I ate breakfast with a bunch of people and went to the Lawlor/Hill football game with the boys. Lawlor 20. Hill 0. Ouch. That would hurt except that last year was Hill-18, Lawlor-0. Soooo.. they got what they had coming.
Freshmen: Know Your Roots.
I know that's only funny to a few people, but they will appreciate it enough that it is worth putting up there.
It was cold outside and my toes got cold because I have to keep wearing flip flops until I am completely unable to. I ate Skittles and Reno got me three shirts. I gave two away.
Sara Larsen, Lauren and I went to Starbucks/Barnes and Noble and drank coffee products and read girl magazines for three hours. I am now an expert in looking like Britney and stealing your ex-best friend's boyfriend's cousin. Oh, and how to dress like a ballerina punk.
I talked to Mum. Dave's Mum. She is, as always, my inspiratin. PLUS I got a card from Dorothy, Chad's mommy. It was a good night.
Today Emily and I escaped CU and went to church and to the Clifton Mill for lunch. I heard "Free Falling". My life is a movie.
Tonight I visited the L & L cast and crew party and dyed my hair. And talked to Jesse
I have an accounting test tomorrow and I'm scerrred. Ben Allen just yelled at me and told me to go to bed. But I'm STUDYING. Honest.
And our God's timing is so cool.
. celebrate . `@ 1:05 AM
