time & space

I don't know what to write anymore. It sorta bugs me. I could tell short, random stories, but they wouldn't make any sense when put together. For instance, I attended a once-a-month praise and worship service at one of the old downtown churches this past sunday with a couple friends. It's a progressive, inclusive service held on the 3rd sunday of the month. We sing a bunch of songs, letting our voices echo through the cathedral, and spend a few minutes reflecting on a short meditative word from the worship leader. It was refreshing, and I was pleased to have doubled my church points for the week, having been on worship team duty at the home church that morning.

I still haven't found time to transport a real mattress out here from home, but the air mattress has yet to begin damaging my muscles/joints/bones/etc, so I suppose i have a little more time to sort it out. The walks to and from the station have become a welcome addition to my days that i'd been missing since I began driving all the time. Sure it means I have about an hour commute to the campus as opposed to a 20min drive from the parents house, but this way i'm saving the environment? and my legs? go transit?

And of course I've spent more time with him and his people, seeing improv shows, killing zombies, etc. Admittedly I was going through a bit of a rough patch recently. The previous post was partially inspired by this connection, and for the most part the concerns I had were resolved. Though as much as an improvement this is from who I was with last year at this time, I'm not as satisfied as I thought I would be. A lot of it has to do with the hours and hours and hours I spent at school, or working on school projects, or thinking about working on school projects, or arranging meetings or attending meetings or missing meetings for school projects. A lot of it also has to do with me no longer taking the car out as often as I would have in the past. A lot of it also has to do with the improv teams he coaches going through the regional finals, and his work schedule, and the geographical distance. But a lot of it also has to do with phones, and the use of said phones, or the lack thereof. I tell myself I'm needy. And there are technical issues with the service provider concerning sms messages between him and other customers, it has been confirmed, but when he's a block away from my apartment for a show as opposed to 45minutes away at home, I'd like to think it wouldn't take much effort to ring me up and maybe grab a coffee with him and his crew before they head back to Burnaby. Or just to say hello, the team did great.

The Musical Monday gang and I watched Chicago over dinner this week. I'd never seen it before. I was disappointed. I can finally say that for the first time while watching a musical, I groaned a little inside every time the music would start to play. Just when the story seemed like it was getting somewhere, they'd interrupt with a confusing ol' song and dance number. I've been told the broadway version had more time for dialogue.

I slept for approximately 45 minutes last thursday night (err.. friday morning, from 8:45-9:30, before the 10:30 class). It was a long day/night working on the italia design research for the friday presentation. We're further along with our topics for this week, and I don't have any valentines day to worry about, so here's hoping we can stick to the plan of being home before 1am. I told myself I'd never spend the night on campus. I'm one of only a few who hasn't yet, but this was too close for me.

*****

Waking up to see blue sky and sunshine out my bedroom window.
Watching an eclipsed moon step out from behind the clouds.
Speeding down the highway under the late morning sun, leather jacket and sunglasses on, window rolled halfway down, with good country tunes on the radio.
Appreciating the absence of voices, the silence of the weeknight, and the commotion of the city.
Witnessing blankets of fog coat fields and tree-lined hills on a Sunday morning; the sun bleaching its way into the distance, reaching out across Mt. Baker and the mountains to the east.
Making time to listen, think, write, and remember.