Well, today has been a generally uneventful and boring day. We went to chuch this morning. Here lately my parents have been going to the United Methodist Church here in town. So I went too. I did not like it one bit. They are all about responsive readings (which I suppose are to represent the people’s response to what God is telling them through the priest, or at least that’s what it appeared to be to me) which I don’t like. They also are very repetitious w/ readings’ they had an Old Testament reading, Epistle reading, New Testament (Gospel) reading, and finally the sermon. In between everything we either sang or did a responsive reading. Then the preaching was boring and I almost fell asleep every two minutes. My mind kept andering back to the church at ETBU and why didn’t I ever go to church with Amy, and how I would much rather be in Chapel than here. (At least then I could be with people I like to be with.)
Well, that morning I figured we would eat right after church, so I skipped breakfast. It turned out we didn’t eat until 3:00-3:15. So then I was starving, and when I chow down on my food, my parents get on to me that I am eating too fast. I mean, COME ON! My Goodness! I told them that I was hungry, and when I tried to eat a BANANA 30-45 minutes before lunch, they say “no, lunch is almost ready”. UGH!! But no matter. I am full now. We are about to go to a fellowship thing at the church. Not something I am looking forward to. I don’t particularily care to deal with anybody in this town asking me about school, or life in general, because I might just tell them.
I started my letter to Amy today. I like to write over a couple days (unless I am in a bind) so that there is some content and personality to the letter. I also have her picture that I prmoised I would draw. I really miss her (and I am sure having her picture on my desk at eye-level doesn’t help matters much, but she is a “good distraction”).
I am almost done unpacking. I just have a little bit of stuff on y bed. My mom and I keep going at it about where things can and can’t go in my room. It is MY room and she is concerned how things look. WHO CARES? Nobody comes over and no body sees my room but me and my brother or whoever else passes through my room to get to our gas heater. UGH! Frustration. I’ am sleepy, but I can’t take a nap because we have a sleeping schedule here: 10:00-8:00 unless working.
As much as I hate the abundance of rules, the lack of them wasn’t really working for me at school. I am sure I will adjust, eventually.
Christmas Eve I am going to call Amy. Tonight she went to take her food/shorthand test at Outback. I hope she did well. If she studied, then I know she could do well. Ugh…I heard a commercial for Outback and thought of her…I can’t do anything that doesn’t remind me of her. Even if I sit with my legs folded in a “4-shape” my hand rests on my foot and that is when we would hold hands. *sigh* I wonder if she is thinking of me as much. According to her roommate, she did when she was at school. She liked/likes me a lot more than she let me know. That, once I knew it, made it even harder to leave Friday. She cried, and I almost cried when I saw her off. Had I said anymore to her, I would have cried. I was fighting it back heavy.
Well that’s about it for today. Laterz.
Song in my head: “When I’m Gone” – 3 Doors Down
Craving: Home cooking
Mood: Frustrated/Tired
Thoughts: “You’re so beautiful…I need to stop looking at your picture and get some work done.”
Quote: “All I want for Christmas is you” – Mariah Carey
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Neo · April 17, 2006 at 7:58 pm
2006:
I never thought I’d see my stepdad – a very conservative baptist – in a United Methodist church, that once housed a female preacher, in a ceremony that was all-too-close to that of a catholic service. I had grown up in a Congregational Methodist church for the first part of my life, and in a Southern Baptist church during my formative years.
I recently re-visited that methodist church from my childhood and remembered several people there – some of which remembered me as well. I’ll probably take Melissa there, as a relatively familiar (to me) common ground (for us) to allow us to go to church together (she’s catholic).
There was a lot of frustration with my mother at that time, over how and what I would use in my room, since I had acquired several fruniture items and had lots of sentiment in the digital media and electronics that I had.
I had to entertain and suffice myself by writing this journal on paper – since I didn’t have a website, or a computer to put my thoughts on, or contact with the outside world.
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