the script had called for rain, but it was clear so we faked it.

chapel 2: that's right, tonight i attended my second chapel of the semester. i have many excuses as to why i've not gone to many, but they are all lame and most of them involve the word sleep or late or sick. but i'm slowly working up to the total i need, which is thankfully greatly reduced due to observations.

the chapel was off campus at mitchell's coffee house, which is usually a welcoming environment, but for someone who doesn't like to go to church by themselves, it's torture. but that was one of my resolutions: go to places you wouldn't normally go to alone, alone (which translates as just about everywhere). so i went, and i will probably never go back again. i usually like the alternative style chapels over the service in bush, but ugh, i felt out of my league. so i spent an hour not hearing a soft spoken woman that was being overpowered by the ice blender (impossible) "preach" a self-help sermon with lost words.


things that made my day great,

an exchange from a class today:

teacher: what makes your generation "special", a "joshua generation", the generation that will change the world?
student: because we have a black president.
teacher: obamarama.

2 conversations (over the phone) with people i love who live far away.

a text message sent on a friends phone:

text: hey! i miss you! chuck
re: i miss you too. i guess that makes me the piemaker.

free pancakes!

something that pained me:

what if "history makers", the church, your generation, decided to change their world at home (divorce in their own homes, bashing from their own mouths) before trying to "set the world straight"?