Day two

I have just spent my second night in the house that I will be living in until June.

How could I possibly express how wonderful it is to be in a house again? I can hardly handle it. To be out of the dorm and in a HOUSE....how wonderful.
This move has really made me realize how sick I am of dorm life. It has treated me well throughout these last three years but man alive am I ever ready for my own place, or even a house with roomates..I do not really care, as long as it is not a dorm.

Last night the temperature dropped to -12....*cough*
MINUS TWELEVE!
And then the snow came, it is still snowing. This is utterly (everytime I write that word I think of a cow) wrong. It is almost MAY....good grief.
My room beckons me. Ciao.

Rest - finally

The flurry of this weekend was just overwhelming. There were so many areas and places that I had to keep my head invovled in...wow...no wonder I crashed today. Trying to get that speech written was just overwhelming, then attending board meetings, which was great.

Sunday evening was incredible. First we had our commitee meetings from 3-5 and then we had an amazing meal that the amazing Chef Miller prepared. This was all followed up by a question and answer period with our Grad speaker Rikk .E. Watts. What an incredible time that was. The discussion was just discussing church, past, present, and future and how to reach people etc. It was amazing. Followed up perfectly by The Lords Supper.

Today was the all day board meeting but surprisingly we were done by noon...which I think all invovled were thrilled about. In the past we have usually gone till around 4 pm - so this was a beautiful surprise.

This afternoon, after the board meeting -despite the fact that I haven't packed my room yet - I was like "I need to watch a movie". That is just what I did. It has been so long since I have watched a movie. Of course the movie I choose to watch was the farthest thing from a relaxing, humorous, light film. No I decided to watch Hotel Rwanda.What an incredible film. The reality of the atrocities of genocide that happened all over the world just smacked me right in the face. My heart broke as I was pulled into the story of this Hotel Manager who ends up saving around 1200 people during the middle of the genocide. So powerful.

So I left from watching this film thinking about humanity, caring for humanity, the destruction of humanity. All of these issues of the UN, the west's response to these things happening in countries....my head was nice and full.

The Speech

Trying to figure out what to say infront of a large member of your peers, teachers, guests, and unkowns is a hard deal. I have had pieces of ideas, fragments of speeches that have hardly any shape or form, floating around my head for about a week now. I wonder how it will all come together - it truly is a mystery to me.

At least those floating fragments are getting longer each time I dwell on them. I talk to myself a lot, which has proved to be such an amazing little aspect because I spew out all that is on my mind. For example as I was a climbing The Gap, down at the River Hills, I gave my whole speech while hiking up the huge wall, by the time I reached the top I had given my whole address, from start to finish. It had good form, nice length, good points. I should just learn from my personality and take a recorder around with me everywhere so I can catch these profound moments of brilliance.

This has happened many times lately. A moment of solitude and all of a sudden I have spoken a really good speech...of course I can't remember it and now it only exists in fragmented bits floating around my noggin' like some crudely drawn cartoon.

I often wonder what good could ever come out of my incredibly horrible memory.
I spent 6 hours today hashing out our SRC constitution and Policy Manual.My brain is sufficiently on vacation because of it.

Hard to believe that in three days this college will be near empty.

birds

I love the sound of birds.

I went the river hills last night with the rest of the student leadership,and one of my most favorite parts was climbing the mountain of a hill,and then being at the top looking for miles in every direction.

When I got back to the Hill that we all started on I went down to the edge,which was more like a cliff...and just sat.
Everyone was behind me and I could hear them but it wasn't real loud.I just blocked out the sound of their voices and listened to the wind in my ears,and the incredable song of the birds all around me.
It was completley surround sound.
There was nothing like it.

Said sarcastically

You just have to love Saskatchewan.

What -you might ask - has spawned this sudden verbal love of my province? Well let me tell you.

A freakin' rain/hail/snow blizzard in the middle of APRIL...
that's right...its April....Snow blizzards are not supposed to happen in April.

But...seeing as I find myself in the consistently changing weather Systems of Saskatchewan

.....good grief...

Some words from Jann

Missing you is the hardest part of all. It stings me and bites at my heels and steals my sleep. I ha.te it. I ha.te the longing. I ha.te how time stops and hangs on my sleeves. I have your picture by my bed. It is circled with black jewels that shine from the red lights of the clock radio. It's the last thing I see before I close my eyes, and painfully count the hours.

jann

More Wind

I am amazed at how much wind there has been lately.Growing up in Saskatchewan has always been - interesting. The weather changes as much as the jokes all alude too - which I find very funny.

I also find it funny that I spent almost my whole shift (4 hours) at work today logging in the codes of bills into Where's Willy....now that is a fun past time...let me tell you. Here's the site should you find a bill that says "Track this bill on Where's Willy".

I watched "The Incredables" just a few moments ago.
very humorous.
My love for Pixar Entertainment has not diminished at all. The continue to amaze me with the scope of their imagination. Wonderful.The Jack-Jack Attack is a must see in the extra features..oh my..so funny. So is "Boundin". Well worth the time.

I have to answer the question "why am I"
in relation to a rock.

I guess that means that I should go clean my room and put that question off until later.Think creatively...pphhffssshhThey want me to "think creatively"....I show them "creative...."(insert sarcastic-maniacal-dry-"i'll show you" laughter)

hey if anyone knows how to get the text to quit magnitizing to the sides of the screen...I would appreciate the know how...cuz I have exhuasted my limited amount of html knowledge. Cheers.

A day in the City

It was real nice being able to be in the city by myself on Friday. I love small towns but at the same time I really love cities, the people, the pace - all of it.

I spent most of my day in this one mall. It was squeltchering hot. The kind of heat where you want to peel your clothes off and convulse on the floor. I do not think I have ever experianced a mall that hot before. Normally - at least in my experiance - mall management keeps the place FREEZING....unbelievably cold.

Of course the second mall I went too proved that truth all to well. I could feel my muscles in my back and feet seizing up, becoming rock hard and refusing to relax. It was very frustrating.

I spent today pumping gas and let me tell you about it.

W I N D Y.

no...not windy...T O R N A DO windy...I could rest my full body weight on the wind without hitting the ground (and that is alot of weight I'm tellin' ya). Of course when the gust ended - well you know - I fell.

Typical saskatchewan weather. The last few days it has been plus 27 ish, bright shining sun, warm soft wind...and then today it is rainy and HORRIBLY windy.

My bones ache.

My insides are shivering.

I'm going to go have a hot shower and try not to fall asleep in process.

Birds and Spring

The last couple of nights I have left my window open as I have gone to bed because it has been so gorgeous lately. The fresh spring air really does wash over everything, sending the winter cold off in a farwell of rain showers, sunlight, and warm winds.

This has made my waking up in the mornings absolutley delightful. The first morning I left my window open it was that cold brisk morning air and I was so cozy in my bed that I waited a full hour before I peeled back the covers and braved the crispy air in my room.

One of the great things to these mornings - besides waking up joyful remembering that it is spring and winter is running away like it is getting chased by a bully - is the birds. When conciousness hits me the first thing I hear is the happy chirp of 3 or 4 birds right out side my window and sitting on the telephone wires. It has got to be one of my favorite sounds. That is what mornings should be like...hearing the happy chirp of birds, feeling the spring air flood my room, waking up in a beam of sunlight. I love spring.

It reminds me of how much I dislike winter, the darkness and gloom of the mornings, the cold bitting and gnawing at my bones in an endless pursuit of tortur.e. Of course there is some beauty in winter, and I fully understand that I would never appreciate the spring as I do unless I survived the winter that preceeds it...but man do I ever dislike winter. I am so thankful for the chirping birds of spring, and I will continue to appreciate them as long as they are there.