A good hair day.

I am in Kentucky this week, and I am just missing Kansas City.  It's a weird feeling.
It's not like I'm not very happy to be home, it's nice to see people, it's nice to be in familiar places, it's nice to sleep on a futon on the floor, it's nice to see my grandma and my dog.  I just realize not being there, I love Kansas City.  I love the freedom I have there, I love slowly becoming a part of the community of IHOP, and I'm anxious for the internship so that I can become part of the community truly.  I am anxious to get back home and go the student awakening meetings and to be within two minutes of the Global Prayer Room.  I realize that is where I want to be, IHOP, that's where I'm meant to be.  At least in this season.  And that feels pretty good.

It's cool Florence has a Chik-fli-a now though.

Things I've been thinking about

-crayons
-mac & cheese
-diet coke
-leaf piles
-drawings
-prolonged eye contact
-sweaters
-not needing to wear a sweater
-serious talks
-encountering the spirit
-dancing
-thinking about before
-Fire In the Night
-playing with the dog
-getting over it
-graphic design
-relevant podcast in my car
-beards
-wanting new shoes

Hm.

Today was really weird.  I don't know why, but it was really weird.
I got up really early, because I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.  After trying to read my bible, and trying to pray, and trying to relax and fall back asleep, I finally got up and went to the prayer room after renae was gone to work.  Then after being the prayer room for a few hours I went back home (because I was finally feeling tired again) I got back in my pajamas (it was around 10) and I fell asleep pretty much immediately.  Being that it is GBF I'm not really worried about it.  But, while I was asleep, I just kept having bad dream after bad dream, after bad dream.  I'd wake myself up out of one, just to fall asleep into another one.  It was weird.
Some of the dreams were like dark scary nightmares, and other ones were my typical bad dreams, the ones where everyone that I know decides to hate me, yell at me, rip me apart publicly.  Terrible dreams.  One of the dreams I dreamt that my Grandma Joanie died all over again, most of the events of the day were as they were in real life (you know, however long ago that was) except instead of me being at Festival like I was in real life, I was around for everything.  And instead of my grandma being in the hospital, she was at my house (which is where she lived at the time.)  It was miserable.
Another dream I was being kicked out of my house because my roommates decided they didn't like me anymore, which was a more ridiculous dream, but so real and terrible feeling.
Ugh.
I slept til two or something.
Then I woke up and it was super grey and gross out.  And I hate days like that.  I don't have a lot of gas, so I didn't feel like leaving (because there is really no where to go) so I listened to old relevant podcasts, and ate a salad and it wasn't very good.  Then I pretty much laid around, feeling weird and grumpy.
And now I've watched Gilmore Girls and Pushing Daisies and ate noodles and still feel weird.  I should probably go to bed early.  I don't know if I will.  But I should.

I hate when Torie and David are all whispery, it makes me uncomfortable.