Write 2500 word paper
Listen to 'Le fait du jour' on rfi.ca every day
Study for Communication, Health, and Enviro. test
See AVATAR
Practice parallel parking
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
I thought Thursdays were the New Mondays. I was wrong.
Oh Monday,
I try so very very hard to keep a positive outlook when you come creeping around the corner after the bliss of Sunday evening has passed.
I do. I do try consciously to be optimistic.
I face you head on and say:
You can't bring me down.
I am capable of conquering you!
But sometimes, not every week, but occasionally, after a day of bureaucratic French studies at University, and 9-12 year old children who don't listen to you in the pool, and a psych exam you wish would just go ahead and be over already, I can only lie my head down on my pillow and give a sigh of relief thinking:
At least I don't have to do this again for 7 days.
K
I try so very very hard to keep a positive outlook when you come creeping around the corner after the bliss of Sunday evening has passed.
I do. I do try consciously to be optimistic.
I face you head on and say:
You can't bring me down.
I am capable of conquering you!
But sometimes, not every week, but occasionally, after a day of bureaucratic French studies at University, and 9-12 year old children who don't listen to you in the pool, and a psych exam you wish would just go ahead and be over already, I can only lie my head down on my pillow and give a sigh of relief thinking:
At least I don't have to do this again for 7 days.
K
Friday, February 05, 2010
Right where I want you.
I've been feeling lately that I really do not have much to talk about.
Someone will ask me how I am, and I respond with fine, busy, or tired. Those answers sound like cop-outs, and I find myself searching my brain to try and come up with a better answer. I come up blank.
There really is nothing much going on. I go to school, I study, I finish work and assignments.
I go to the pool on Mondays and Thursdays to work, and I spend my weekends seeing some friends when lucky.
I'm still writing songs - when I have time.
But, I even find myself with a lack of time for doing that.
I need to spend less time in front of the TV.
Sometimes I wonder to God. I say to Him, Where are you taking me? What's your plan? What's next? I tell Him that I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel that that's exactly where He wants me.
That in these times of transition is when He's speaking to me the clearest.
I'll hear him at the most unexpected times.
Where do you find your identity when life is in the shadows?
Because it's now more than ever, In the foggy land of my future that I just need to wait. Wait on Him...
So, you can ask me how I'm doing. And I really won't know how to answer you right now. But, I still know that He's at work. In His mysterious and loving way.
Someone will ask me how I am, and I respond with fine, busy, or tired. Those answers sound like cop-outs, and I find myself searching my brain to try and come up with a better answer. I come up blank.
There really is nothing much going on. I go to school, I study, I finish work and assignments.
I go to the pool on Mondays and Thursdays to work, and I spend my weekends seeing some friends when lucky.
I'm still writing songs - when I have time.
But, I even find myself with a lack of time for doing that.
I need to spend less time in front of the TV.
Sometimes I wonder to God. I say to Him, Where are you taking me? What's your plan? What's next? I tell Him that I have no idea.
Sometimes I feel that that's exactly where He wants me.
That in these times of transition is when He's speaking to me the clearest.
I'll hear him at the most unexpected times.
Where do you find your identity when life is in the shadows?
Because it's now more than ever, In the foggy land of my future that I just need to wait. Wait on Him...
So, you can ask me how I'm doing. And I really won't know how to answer you right now. But, I still know that He's at work. In His mysterious and loving way.
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