February 21, 2005 @ 9:51 pm by sean
Another week has passed by with the speed of a turtle. Riding in a car on the expressway. At least it was a good week. Well, I’m not sure about the week, but the weekend was another on this now 3 weekend trend of great weekends.
Friday Ian took me to run errands again. I really enjoyed his company and conversation. It was a grand time. After that, I was doing homework in the fine arts building, and then stopped by Lauren’s room to see when we were leaving for the autoshow on Saturday. She wasn’t there, but while I was there Amy said they were going to see Jason/The Antenora in Dekalb. So I went back to my room to do as much homework as I could before they left so I could hopefully go. I went. It was great. Christina, Lauren, and Amy were the company. They are fun people. The Antenora was good, quite good. Jason sang well, even though he doesn’t usually sing. They played well. When we got to place were they played that has a name, we walked in and walked toward the stage. As we walked, I saw someone who looked strikingly similar to Steve Finley. My heart lept for joy that moment as it considered the possibility of once again being in the presence of this fine person. Unfortunately, it’s been over a year since I’ve seen him, he didn’t look exactly like him, and I could think of no reason that Steve would be in Dekalb Illinois at that particular place. But he looked like him. Smiled like him. Watched Jason a lot, and Jason plays bass, and so does Steve. And he kept looking at me like he recognized me. Being the timid person I am, I said nothing. But I knew that if I left that place, then learned it was indeed Steve Finley, I would have been crushed. So I asked him if he was Steve Finley. His answer was no. But it was strangely followed by, ‘You look like someone I know too.’ Weird. And dissapointing. Another dissapointment was while we were driving back I looked to the east and saw the sun coming up. Then I realized it was only 12:30 and the bright lights I saw was only Randall road. And my detestation for Randall road and all it’s evil’s increased exponentially. I was in fine company though, so I didn’t dwell on it much. Besides it’s dissapiontments, it was still a good night.
Saturday began with a half-hearted attempt at waking up. I eventually did homework/napped. I met Lauren at lunch, and then we eventually left to get an autoshow ticket for Rayne, having commondeered him to go with us. We didn’t get him one, but Lauren put the guy in his place, and after a pleasant L ride into Chicago, and some wandering around, we made it to the auto show. Although it’s no NAIAS, it sufficied. Good company helped again. It was just a generally good/quaint/content time. We left and attempted to find Ian and Rachel and Angie and others in downtown who were staying at Watertower place to raise awareness for homelessness, hunger and poverty. We found them after going out of our way a few times, and I stayed with them when Lauren and Rayne left. I talked with a homeless guy for a while, then a non-homeless guy for a while. Both interesting conversations giving me new perspectives on how some people view God and christians. Another high quality day.
Sunday I woke up and for the first time, found trouble in not having a drivable vehicle. I couldn’t go to church because either everyone else had left already, wasn’t around, or wasn’t going. I miss 2nd B. I did homework all day until 8:30 when I went to Natalie/Jessi/Jen/Nina/I suddenly forgot her name’s room for Ian’s suprise birthday party. Lots of great company there. A grand time up until I left at 11:30. I wreslted Amy and beat her up, Ian’s brother did an unmentionable thing, Ian was suprised, food was good, much laughter occured, many smiles were made, much wit was voiced, and I had a great time.
Obviously a great weekend that is more than worth the struggle to keep my eyes open.
I received two comments in the last week about me being a good writer. I respect these people, and accept their compliment, but I think they’re crazy. I wish to never hear such things again, even if one does find it to be truth. I’d prefer not to hear it.
G.K. Chesterton, however, is an excellent writer, and he said this:
‘A man was meant to be doubtful about himself, but undoubting about the truth; this has been exactly reversed.’
‘For the old humility made a man doubtful about his efforts, which might make him work harder, but the new humility makes a man doubtful about his aims, which will make him stop working all together.’
The last time I was at 2nd B., pastor Edwards said this:
‘Not blessed are the freedom fighters, or the commander in cheif, or the suicide bombers; blessed are the peacemakers.’
It being black history month, he also made some great epigrams about black church folk, like the ones who say LoRRd (like us white folk) instead of Lawd. I got a good laugh out of that.
I was reading Pyschology Today, compliments of Natalie, and there was this article about dreams. It said this
‘Dreams trick us into thinking we’re out striving in the wider world.’ It turns out, dreams are hallucinations. Our brains want to keep taking care of it’s needs, so the brain has to fool/divert/occupy itself into thinking it is still awake, so the parts that need rest can rest. That’s neat.
I guess that’s all for now. I’ll probably come back soon.
Italics isn’t really slanted letters. The letters are just cut and shifted.
A good friend of mine officially started a family in January. An old friend will soon be proposing. It makes me happy to watch these things happen in my friends lives.
I enjoy my life, does that mean I’m not following God enough? I heard a few times today, that a follow of God will confront many struggles, that doesn’t mean one will necessarily be brought down emotionally by them, does it? I still have struggles, they just don’t make me as sad and frustrated as they used to, is that wrong?