Lately I've been really overwhelmed by the peace of God. Not to say I neccessarily have had it all the time, but I've been overwhelmbed by the sheer thought of it. Actual, the past week has been filled with a lot of rest and unrest. But this afternoon in the midst of some chaos it was so cool to just sit back and realize that God is in control and that I can trust and rest in that. Yeah you've heard it a million times maybe, but it's all been really fresh to me lately.

I'm going to dinner with my grandparents tonight, that should be cool. My dad's mom and husband actually. I haven't seen them since Christmas, and before that for several months, so it will be cool to hang out with them and exchange stories.

I'd really like to know why this icon keeps popping up on my task bar. It's a mouse icon, and no matter how many times I uncheck the "show icon in the task bar" it keeps coming back up. It says my batteries are low or something. Right. Except that I just put new batteries in at the beginning of this semester, and last semester I never even had to change them.

Ok so yesterday and today have broken the whole "phenominal weekends" bit hard core. I had a mother of a night last night, followed by the worst headache I've ever had, followed by waking up with flu-like symptoms this morning. Loads of fun ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you. At least I haven't had to do anything today. I've just laid around, called my mom, watched a movie...stuff like that. I think I'm gonna pop another movie in pretty soon. Movies are nice distractions from feeling ill.

I thought calling my mom was going to make me super-emtional so I put it off for a while, but it was ok. I just had to convince myself it would do more bad than good to cry. All that negative emotion plus feeling sick is a really bad combo. So now I'm going to try to relax, continue a conversation I'm in, and hope that the soup I ate a while ago doesn't find its way out of my system more quickly than it should (if you know what I mean).

Two phenominal weekends in a row. I need to stop having these kind of weekends, I'm just spoiling myself. I spent the weekend at my friend's house, hanging out, meeting friends and family, doing a bit of homework, and mainly just relaxing. It was so nice to get off campus. Being at school just reminds me of school. Which reminds me of work. Which makes me stressed out. It's not a good thing. So, it was nice to be away.

Only two more days of classes this week which will be really nice. I'm not really looking forward to either of them (I have a few quizzes), but hey what else is new. Next week should be a mother. I have a big test in one of my classes, and I think I'm going to be studying my head off this weekend. But at least it's a three day weekend, that will help me out a lot. Choir concerts start again this Sunday. It'll be cool, but I'm bummed to not have my Sunday's off anymore.

I'm really sick of the second door squeaking. They put stuff on it last week to make it stop, but three days later it was squeaking again. It's obnoxious.

I'm in college. It's been busy. It's been social. It's been hard and nice and cool all wrapped up into one. I had a great weekend. We did such things as piercing our ears (picture should come soon) at a place called Inflictions, going to church, hanging out at a friend's house, and going out to dinner. We also ate ice cream for dinner on our rebellious piercing day. Loads of fun. This week hasn't been so fun. It's been very slow, and I feel stressed out. I have a list of stuff that's due tomorrow, a speech to give, a ten bar MIDI song to write, piano songs to learn, voice to practice. But I'm ok. It'll all be ok.

That's all for now, I'm off to class in a minute.

So it's been a long week. I arrived back at school Sunday evening around 5, and have since been trying to adjust, attend classes, basically get back into the swing of things. The only problem is that it's a completely different swing. That's alright though, and I'm getting used to it. I'm starting to like it even. Things are getting more comfortable in my new room and my roommate and I are getting more used to each other every day. I think I have my new schedule memorized and I'm starting to work out its quirks and peculiarities. I'm not enjoying the three hour break I have on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It's much too long. I love the fact that today my piano class was ten minutes long because my prof was on vacation. I'm excited because my choir's actually in a good mood again and I'm having fun with it. I'm stoked because at this moment I have no voice lessons to practice for, therefore I have a lot more free time. I am happy to see all my friends again and realize what a blessing they are to have.

I've been eating in the caf this week. It's kinda gross, but it's a change from last semester. I've actually been going to dinner with people, rather than hanging out with myself in my room. Oddly enough, the interaction puts me in a better mood. Who would have guessed.

The topic of the week at my school has definitely been love. More specifically, God's love for us. It's been a cool thing. I'm trying to start some good habits for the first time in a couple years. I've been getting up early to spend time with God, and it's making a difference. Not like it used to, but I'll get there. I'm so used to living apart from Him at this point it's difficult to suddenly turn that all around. Actually it's impossible to suddenly turn it all around. He's turning it though in His time, and I'm stoked to see what He does.

I'm heading back to school tomorrow. The reality is beginning to sink in, and it's taking its effects already. Last night I broke down. I can never fully explain why, I just do it each time I have to leave. I'm fine once I get there, it's just all the anticipation that kills me. Eventually I got sick of crying (that only took about five minutes) so I stuck my nose back in Acts. I'm going to have to write more in here some time about Acts, because that book is so interesting. But I'm not going to do that right now. So, I read some of Acts for a while and that settled me down. Generally though, once I lay back down again the tears will resume. So I sang. Well, if you could call it singing. I sang whatever came to mind. Bits of scripture, bits of song phrases that I knew, basically whatever came to my head to praise God about. Five to ten minutes of that, and I was settled quite nicely. I fell asleep shortly after. God is good.

Oooooooooo I'm so mad. UConn just beat Tennessee in overtime by one point. I hate UConn. I used to watch Tennessee all the time back in the day. Those were the glory days, when they had Holdsclaw and Randall and Catchings. It'll never be the same.