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i haven't written a public blog in a few days... 

 today was a bad day, and a good day...

i woke up late, pressing the snooze button all of 7 times. grabbed a muffin and my bible and spent not-enough time with Jesus... and rushed to school, i walked solemnly to my geography class... and stood outside for 3 minutes, watching.  students scattered around, looking at various maps and keys.. iclickers set up and ready for class, the little british professor marching around the room... i was a bit early anyway right?  well, somewhere between south and east asia i managed to convince myself not to go to class. i did an about-face, and walked back to the car. in the rain. my mind was in a weird place, i felt unprepared, and disorganized. i cranked up the car and headed towards manchester... on the way i saw young woman walking towards the campus, pulling over, i offered her a ride... it was raining. it was raining hard. she climbed in and i asked her where she was headed... "my english class" - it was at least a 15 minute walk...  

as we drove back to the campus she started to talk about her day, and her walk... my school isn't in the best area of town - and she's an attractive girl. colombian exchange student.  she asked me what there was to do in this town... i laughed, "nothing... school, work, church, rinse, repeat..."  "church? where do you go to church? are you a christian?"    ....  after i dropped her off i started to think about the door... and about the community around me.  caleb talked to one of our customers the other day about how overlooked the international students are. not only in class, but when it comes to the church, when it comes to the christian groups on campus... i mean, they check in and check out... these people are only here for a semester or two... but it only takes a simple conversation, a moment of my time... or a car ride.

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after i skipped out on my class and got some coffee, i went back home. i showered, and put on some makeup... heels, and a dress.  i forced my body to do these things.  there's something about dressing up that makes me productive. it forces my mind into a conscious state - conscious of how fast i'm walking, how much time i spend watching people, how much time i spend doing nothing at all.  i know that i have to stay focused, and i do... i don't know if this works for everyone, or if it's just a me thing... some things are, me things that is. 

after starting my day over, it went really well. i did well on the math test that i wasn't prepared for, and work went by fairly quickly... the random rain showers made for a slow day at a coffee shop... but it was nice, for once. i got off early and went to walmart... i kind of hate going into walmart at night.. but somehow i always find myself in there at 1am... this time for a cell phone charger...

i know i'm just rambling... 

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i haven't "talked" to chris in 2 days...

it feels odd, but not out of place.