Day 36

I bought my first dozen eggs today. I'm super excited, because they're relatively cheap and good for you. So begins living life without a meal plan. I'm getting used to not eating a whole lot.

My weekend through today was NUTS. As you know, I spent the weekend playing bass (a very physical activity for me,) moving my stuff, and on duty. Monday, after my last entry, I was up until 5 AM, relying on tea, my late night sense of humor, and the Spirit to summon every last ounce of energy that I contained. I woke up at about 9:30, showered, and as I was making "breakfast," consisting of coffee and a granola bar, I had a popularity spike and had appointments at both 11 and 12. When those were over at about 1 PM, I laid down on a couch in the Underground Coffeehouse and slept until about 3:00. I did an assignment, walked back home for dinner, put on a pair of socks with my Chacos, walked back to campus to do more homework, and arrived back at home at about 10, totally drained. Due to my not having a key and the appartment door being locked, I ambled into the house, landed on a couch, and slept until being woken up at 11:30, at which point I went to my room and fell asleep in about three seconds.

Since then, things have finally begun to solidify and slow down. After a good night's sleep and having a test postponed until Monday, it feels good to sit with my tea and music and just sit and contemplate where I'm at.

So I now live at what is known as the Fort. It's a group of fourteen Christian guys (including myself) that all are based out of a house just off of Bill McDonald on 25th Street in Bellingham. Every day that I spend here, which now amounts to about three, I continue to discover new things about the group dynamics and what living at the Fort means. We're very outreach oriented, and this weekend there should be people all over this place carving pumpkins, watching movies and various other activities. I'm having a ton of fun getting to know a bunch of new people as well as getting to know people better that I knew from last year. For the first time in a month, I feel like I have a place in which I'm not being judged, that I'm cared for, and even sought out. I laugh a lot again, and I feel the life that ResLife (or lack, thereof) sucked out of me returning, and I'm once more able to connect and establish relationships with people.

So now I need a job. I keep telling myself that I'll start next week and give myself a break. Which makes a lot of sense. But I know that I'll never actually get anything done if I adopt that attitude.

Anyway.

It's time to sleep.