Taking a Break from Bib Lit Studying.....

I wanna be a rock star
But, I ain't got what it takes
The drive and the determination
And the lucky breaks
I wanna be a rock star
But, I ain't got the face
I wanna be a rock star
But, I ain't got what it takes

Seeing my face up on the TV
Hearing my songs on the radio
People waiting all day in line to see me
Doing my pose for Rolling Stone

Well, it's alright, yeah it's alright

Living lifestyles of the rich and famous
Turning all heads in the music scene
Flying in my own jet plane to Vegas
Riding in a big black limousine

Well, it's alright, yeah it's alright

No, I ain't got nothing
But, to you I'm something
Something so much more

**Rock Star by Third Day**

Well, it's back into the grind we call college. At the moment I'm taking a break from studying for my Biblical Literature midterm on Friday to write this (before my brain gets completely fried)

I was great to see all those wacky people I call my friends when we got back on campus yesterday. I actually went and hung out with some of the guys at Roth, and basically Gareth has the most amazing way of folding laundry. It seriously cuts laundry folding time by at least a third! But I guess those Canadians have to learn to be efficient in order to keep up with the rest of the world ( just kidding!!). Once again, I'm amazed at the response that you receive at Roth when you bring cookies. Not only do these guys never see girls, apparently they never see cookies either (I could be wrong, feel free to correct me). Then Hannah got back, so we chatted for a little bit.

This morning I was sick to my stomach. I went to breakfast, but didn't eat anything. I did manage to get some encouragement on one of my many moments of crisis (to be explained below), and it was fun to have random convos with these guys again. I ended up trying to clean my room before Bib Lit, but I just couldn't do it. Autumn was very nice and gave me some of her Pepto-Bismol tablets. It wasn't until Chapel that I realized I hadn't eaten anything for close to 20 hours. Yes, I am that stupid. That probably contributed to my sickness, sleepiness and lightheaded-ness. So I managed to eat some lunch, and that was great. Besides that fact we were completely loony and anything I said got completely twisted, and I ended up laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I love my friends.

Later I managed to finish cleaning my room, change the sheets on my bed (since I keep forgetting to do that) AND mend a hole in my jeans. It turns out that my domestic skills do extent beyond the kitchen. Which is probably a good thing. And it has me really excited, for some strange reason. I also used Febreeze, so the room smells wonderful now.

We don't have Aural Skills on Wednesday which gives me so much more time to study for the midterms!!! Or take a nap. Or practice. Possibly all of the above.

Okay, so the crisis that I mentioned above. I tend to snowball things in my mind (not that anyone could ever see me doing a thing like that). For various reasons I was questioning my status as a musician, which for me is never a good thing. From there it turned into a "did I make the wrong choice - should I have gone to Roberts?". My friends gave a loud, resounding "NO!!!" in response to that, making me feel loved and slightly better. I've just spent a lot of time thinking about who I was and who I'm becoming, and even though I hadn't thought about my music, it eventually had to go into that category. I haven't come to any major conclusions yet, but I've got plenty of time. Then as I was studying, the song by Third Day came on. Now, I'm not trying to become a rock star, just a high school band director. But that last part really stuck out. In the end, all that matters is what Christ thinks of me. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, or even what I think. And He was willing to die for me. That really says something then. If the Lord of the universe decided to become part of His creation, just so that He could get to know me now and for all eternity, then who am I to be criticizing myself? It's like I'm ignoring everything He went through. Such a simple thing, but it's so easy to ignore. Just one of those facts that's slowly moving from my head to my heart. Seems to be a lot of that lately.