it has also been a pretty great few days because I got stuff.
I got a backpack, and I got grey keds (not the ones I mentioned on the last blog, but just the classic champion ones) they're "slate" which is a great name. at off broadway.
which reminds me of just a nicer shoe carnival, and while I got some pretty legit new balances at shoe carnival, I hate shoe carnival.
it's like, these places are great, but it's like, TJ maxx, I just can't ever find anything that I want that is that good of a deal that's worth searching that long for it. but, I lucked out and got my backpack there too. just a plain khaki jansport; oddly enough the exact one that I wanted.
for twenty bucks! and my shoes were only 27 bucks!
God gave me favor at off broadway shoes. because He likes to bless me, and that I hate places like that.
I like how I've completely given up on trying to do what I'm supposed to do in the prayer room during the two to four sets. I mean, I'm in here, and I'm mostly paying attention. And mostly I'll just write about what I'm reading or in here, but sometimes, like tonight for instance I'm really antsy and really just want to stand outside and think about things (it's rainy) (i always feel like I'm in a movie when I do things like that, stare off at the rainy night sky, thinking about life). mostly tonight I'm looking at pictures of furniture and cute interior design stuff on tumblr and various other blogs.
um. sorry.
josiah has spent the past two weeks doing nothing but reading a science fiction book in the prayer room (for the whole six hours). I don't care if it was CS Lewis or not, it's still just reading some novels (note to self: find & finish that jonathan tropper book that you've had out from the library for a very, very long time that is like a month overdue). so I don't feel all that bad. at least I'm trying to be productive, and that I'm only doing it for the two to four sets.
do you ever have times when you just really like to type? I'm having that sort of feeling right now. I'm just really enjoying typing. hm. weirdo.
anyhow.
I'm ready for it to be summer. and I'm ready to go home for those few weeks. and I'm ready to move into my new house (that we're going to get..!) I know that I stress these facts every time that I write and entry here (doesn't matter, I'm the only reading them, so it's really fine).
only....thrity seven more days.
the fact that we're in the thirties now is terribly encouraging.
because that just means that we're weeks away. weeks. like five.
that's a little over a month. a month is not long. that means we're practically two thirds of the way.
I'm trying to make things seem better than they actually are.
thirty seven is a lot of days.
but it's not as many as seventy three. which is how many there were when I first started counting down.
"Oh, I can't wait to move back in September and be friends with you, Hannah."
--Kim, my roommate last night; I was telling them stories.
it was encouraging. it's also something that makes thirty seven days not that bad.
um. I painted my nails red. And I'm wearing a cute hat today (or, the hat is not that cute, but it looks cute...which is funny, because I wasn't going to wear it, but it was raining) and my new shoes.
and I just feel cute. I'm trying not to over-think it, because then I'll find a reason that makes me super insecure and ruin it.
I'm choosing to believe this is why the cute guy came and sat two seats away from me at the awakening tonight, even though when I was pacing he was sitting on the bleachers with his friend, and the row was empty and he sat very close to me.
oh, you...cute guy at the awakening...
or not, but I'll just think it to make myself feel better.
and. um. I don't know.
yep.
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