Tuesday, September 1, 2009

sept 1

I got a call this morning, and of course its during chapel so I cannot answer it...nor did I notice I even got a call till after I got out of there. And since then, at least 20 calls to various numbers have been made in a oviously futile attempt to reach the person who called me. Makes me wish thing were easier and I could just walk down the road to see what the call was about. Or ride my bike. That seems a whole lot better because I'd rather bike than walk any day.
Its been a crazy day so far. Woke up early, confused and really not in a good mood. Chapel solved that. Got to class late- again. For some reason I keep thinking my Tuesday/Thursday class meets at 11 and not 10:30 when it really does. I've only been on time for that class once. And that was the day I didnt even know where the class was meeting. Not the grandest of days thus far. Doesn't help that I've been ticked off the the most of it because the person I'm trying to reach isn't picking up and the weight of all the other things that are on my mind and person are finally getting to me. In short...it sucks.
At least there are a couple things to look forward to this week...I hope. Open dorm is this week, and that can go either way. It'll either be lots of fun, or crazy and not fun at all. Either way its a distaction. Hopefully a friend is coming down this week too. Which Im pretty stoked about because I would love to see someone other than the faces I've seen everyday for a while. Plus it'd be nice to actually speak with someone who is intelligent and normal and has the same sense of humor.
Crap I miss Germany.
Hopefully I can go back next summer. I really want to. I miss all the things there and the people. I miss going to talk to the refugees in the morning and seeing their faith. Going out at night with the Stammtisch group and speaking english with people and not having to translate what I'm saying. The struggle of speaking with the people in the town and trying my best to convey what I mean to say in another language and failing terribly but still having a good time doing it. I miss hearing the language and reading the signs and feeling hopelessly lost for an hour or so but enjoying it all the while. I wish I can be there now.
I should be doing the homework for the class I have in an hour. But it feels useless and I know that I can turn it in later without much problem. Too bad I can't shove the rest of life away and deal with it later.
How can you see God when everything is black?