Fancy That

Hi, hello, it's me again.

To be completely honest, I am at a loss of how to start out this post. The perfectionist in me says that I need to start off with something clever, but I'm having what must only be known as a writer's block. I write a sentence, but I can't make it flow into my next line of thought. So the perfectionist in me than says that I need to start completely afresh. After innumerable attempts at creating the perfect introductory sentence followed by smacking the delete key, the realist in me decides that I will most likely never find the ideal way to start off the post. So I find myself at complete odds between my two thought patterns, with both sides relentlessly battling each other until the realist wins out by a thin margin. For the realist knows that if I sit and sit and sit until I come up with the flawless theme and flow to my entry, I will go barmy (crazy). Thus, I will just give an account of my past few days, straightforward. Here goes...

On Tuesday morning, I went to a poetry class that I was not signed up for. I did this primarily because I had nothing else to do, and also to see if it was a class I would enjoy and could take in place of that horrid inclusive working module I have on Mondays. The rest of my Tuesday was spent wandering around town and skyping family and friends. I intended to go to bed early so that I would be well rested for Wednesday, but everyone knows even the best intentions can go haywire. For me, it only happened because I made the decision to read a chapter of my book, The Memory Keeper's Daughter, before going to sleep. One chapter led to another chapter, and then another, until I realized it was after 1 in the morning. Grudgingly I put down my book and turned off my light. Within fifteen minutes I was asleep. And within those same fifteen moments I was also awoken. Not by a fire alarm, as I had been last week, but my my neighbors partying. So for four hours I laid in my room, wishing I were somewhere else, trying to get up my courage to knock on their doors and tell them to be quiet. But everytime I would get up my courage, it would start to quiet down a little, so I would go back to bed, only for it to get loud again. By 3, I was angry and resentful, but also to scared to do anything about the partying. I'm not trained to handle drunk people on drugs, so I stayed safely put in my room, with my door locked and my iPod turned on loud, trying to drown them out. I even called my parents to talk, frustrated and grumpy and panicky. Then I tried reading. This lasted for at least two more hours. I checked my watch, and it was a little before 5 in the morning! Next thing I know, I'm waking up at 9:30. I had finally fallen asleep, only to oversleep the first thirty minutes of my class! Hurredly I changed and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my coat and was out the door within minutes of waking up. I made it to class by 9:45. Ironically, the class I was late to because of other peoples' crummy lifestyles was Sacred Texts.

The rest of my Tuesday went better than that, though. After module, I went to a Christian Union lunch that is every Wednesday and FREE, a college student's favorite word! There I met a girl who also has celiac, and so there was food there I could eat. I had a bread roll for the first time in at least two years - it was splendid! After that, time has been a blur. I've spent most of my time meandering around the city centre with Laura and hanging out with other American students, since I'm done with classes for the week. Then today Laura and I went to O'Neills, an Irish pub, for lunch. The pub grub was delicious, leaving me tickled pink! I am in love with Irish burgers. Brilliant! And right before I started this, there was another fire drill in my dorm, but that's ok, because I'm learning to go with the flow and make the best out of things that might normally bother me.

So, despite the horrible moments I've had here, I've been having fun. For every minute that seems to go wrong, there's the promise of a better moment just around the corner. God's making sure of that.

Oh, and did I mention that it started snowing alittle while ago while I was outside for the fire drill, big soft flakes of pure glitter and magic? Fancy that...