My Cool New Friends

I'm blogging from Room 306 in Elmwood right now. This has become one of the places that I go to hang out with the girls that are my friends. It's Deanna and Alisha's room, and it's on the other side of the hall from Andrea and I's room.

These girls are loud, hilarious, and wonderful. We talk about everything, are free to fart around each other, and never get any homework done. We stay up late every night.

These girls, plus Monica, from Cedarwood, Grace from the room next to Andrea's and mine, and Mike, "Bodner" from the floor below all go to lunch when we can and hang out as much as we can. We do random things like camp out in the Commons while being hyper. or go get piercings after going to the mall.

We go to the den and common grounds when we don't need to. We eat everyone's food. We go shopping as a group to Walmart, Staples, Barnes & Noble, and Starbucks.

Last Friday we went to Ruby Tuesdays as a smaller group and ate good food. We put our cell phones in the middle of the table, and we prayed for our food and ate good food.

It has been great.

Yesterday Jamie had a bible study and I went to it. She talked about Hosea and his prosititute wife. I thought of some really good statements.

--It's more acceptable in our culture to not believe in God than to be sexually unfaithful. People are more shunned if they have cheated on someone because it's human to human contact/relationship, and it's more real. If someone doesn't believe in God of have a relationship with God, it's accepted as a belief and then not thought of otherwise. In Hosea, God was referring to the relationship between Israel and him as a adulterous relationship. In this country, we SHOULD feel like not following God is the worst sin, but somehow it's lost in the distractions of the world. The money and the sex itself and we don't even think about God in the scheme of all things.

--Sex is the closest way to know someone. Jesus is our bridegroom and he's waiting for us, to have this relationship that is so close and so wonderful. When we have sex with someone, we share the closest bond possible with another human being. So when someone cheats on another and has sex with another person, the bond is severely severed and there isn't, couldn't be the same anymore. Serious forgiveness and rethought thoughts have to be gone through. Most couples that have cheated on one another have to go through serious marital counseling. So when God is our God and we love him, but we get distracted by the world and do not love Him or give Him what He deserves, then it's cheating on God. It's the worst thing you can do in the relationship. God loves you so so much and it's horrible for Him when we walk away to see if there are better things out there. But although God hates it when we walk away, he takes us back, though broken, with open arms. That's how much he loves us. Even when we cheat on God, he takes us back every time, no matter how many times we leave and come back, we are still accepted.

First Day eve.

Stayed up late. Watched EVER AFTER. burned the popcorn. only a little. Ate mini animal crackers off the floor until Kayla insisted that I put them on the plate or I wold get the H1N1 virus. lol. I woke up at 7:00 and mourned the idea of having a meeting at eight in the morning.

Went to the meeting. After being the last people in the dining hall. And spilling my milk on the floor and having to carry my grapes in my Nalgene out of the cafeteria to the meeting.

Then we went to another meeting, about safety and I texted Alisha the entire time and we made jokes and decided to get a pet fish.

After all the intense meetings and my impatience rising, and my lack of sleep wacking me in the face every minute or so, we got a break time, and I jumped at the oppurtunity to go play the piano and record a new song (on my phone).

I'm excited for the music department. I peeked in some rooms and I believe they do have some recording equipment that I should be using. :)

We had some hall bonding and it was amazing. We made cards for our "mail partners"

Mine's name is Allison. She's in the Honors program. There are three girls in our hall in the honors program. And three that are biology majors. So I'm all set to do really well and study a lot.

It's hard to be away someone I want to see and hug and kiss everyday. It's even harder when we can't understand or I can't be sensitive when there's something serious said and I cannot be. I try to be a funny person by nature, so being serious when I'm uncomfortable is difficult.

But I am realizing that life is full of uncomfortable feelings. And I am accepting it now and loving the idea. Even though it's uncomfortable. I feel love is more important than being completely comfortable. So I'm going to try to find a balance in that.

Melancholy Memories

My family was visiting another family from church this evening, and I, tired as I am from my late night conversations and blogs was sweetly escorted home early by my father. I had worn my sparkled slip-on shoes, but he still asked me if I wanted to walk the last mile home. Though I hesitated, I decided that it would be good.
It was reflective and beautiful. The sun had gone down, and there was remnants of its light-- pink and orange wisps of clouds over the flat cornfields. There was a sliver of a crescent moon smudged with darker grey clouds, barely standing out but making itself known either way. I noticed it. I enjoyed it.
And as I was reaching half a mile from home, a quarter mile from home, I was struck with all the memories of walking home from school in the afternoon, in the evening, and sometimes late at night in my home in Streetsboro. The crispness in the air reminded me of first days of school when I was allowed to walk to school-- it reminded me of the early mornings right befor dawn that I headed out to school to conquer my studies. It reminded me of the sweet friendships that I held onto, and though some slipped through my grasp, I still had a group of people that cared and loeved me. And I was reminded of that on my walk home.
My eyes were moist as I made the step toward home. But they were not soaked. I do not cry over good relationships. I was happy for the good times and now I am meloncholy that there will be fewer good times less often.
And I am reminded also that slip on shoes are not the best walking shoes, as there is no support, and there tends to be a rubbing sensation of the back of the ankle.