since i'm not feeling particularly angsty at the moment...

This was my altogether medium day:


Woke up at 4:30 - went back to bed.


Woke up at 5:30 - told my ride to the Rock I couldn't go.  Went back to bed.


Woke up at 7:30 - from some whacked out dream involving my mom and my sister and I coming across two of my friends in a restaurant booth.


Concordia - handed in an assignment, hung with friends in Tegler, signed up for early registration, worked in the B&W office


Work - coffee roasting, hot chocolate, drawing chalk pictures with some community kids that came by


Friends! - went to the Wee Book Inn on 118th: they have a cat there? And picked up a mere five classics and a Radiohead album (finally!); also went grocery shopping and talked with the cashier Tina about books


Home - supper, guitar, Facebook, Marxism


And now...?  Don't know.  Tempted to hide from the world in a book for a while.


But here's a picture of my Mission Team! Ye-Yeah!  We're having a coffeehouse 7pm on Friday at Concordia: people'll be sharing their experiences from the trip and there will be musical performances by members of this year's Mission Team!

This is what I do the night before Mission Trip

Yes, write on my blogpage.  When it comes down to it, I really don't have much else to do.  But I don't really want to talk about that.  And that statement doesn't need to be expounded upon either. But hey! I drew this picture for the Chapel bulletin yesterday.  The commissioning service was encouraging: I'm anxious, and nervous, and scared! My third year on Mission Trip, and I have no idea why God is calling me to go!  He's never made me do these things alone though, for which I am grateful.  Pray for me?


You know, random things are happening again.  I had a nightmare about a white rabbit.  And I'm terribly ill-equipped to be any kind of sentient being.  My thoughts go everywhere, but rarely do they take the time to finish themselves. And that is the most frustrating thing.  I have a friend (I ALWAYS have a friend) who enjoys attacking the thoughtlessness he sees in girls of his acquaintance.  That heads other than my friend's are devoid of intelligent thought.   And then I cringe and think What if he's right? And then I evaluate what I was previously thinking (I need to wash these shoes, This is a terrible day for a picnic, etc) and wonder if I'm under that category.  I fall asleep in class.  The only things I can really follow through with are literature and the Bible.  I really only pick up things from other people, so it's as if I don't really exist as a separate entity.


Goodness. I need to be
packed in tightly, like poetry
and unpacked again, like
a packing crate of music
boxes.  God loves variety.


This is my stated state of current.  I blame all this wordsmashing on a prophet of my acquaintance.

Zerbin Concert!

These guys played at Concordia, and though it was a small crowd, I think they're going to have a good fan base starting up here. I was inspired and delighted by the sound of this Edmonton-based Christian rock band - the sudden stops and the AMAZING drumming were the hooks in my heart, and Zerbin's vocals (though sadly a little too quiet) were the pleasant pull into their solid musical world.

Sara Isabel opened and created some lovely moments, especially in her rendition of Dylan's "Long Black Coat".

And all proceeds went towards the Concordia Mission Trip! Only five more days!