2004-02-01

Fellowship with my friends...the JUICE!

There are few things that do as much for my soul as spending a weekend working with a group of friends.

So much of my time at school is spent slaving right here at my desk, in relative isolation, to meet deadlines, to get things done that I dread. When the opportunity arises to do something I want to do, I rarely know what to do with it. It usually involves me spending the first half of the time worrying about what I'm not getting done here at the coal mine.

Friday I finished my classes at 2:00pm. Since then, I've had an incredibly productive weekend, without typing a word. I conducted a study for my thesis from 4:00 to 5:00 on Friday and broke 100 participants total. I'll be analyzing data before you can say "Hopkins Inventory Symptom Checklist."

At 7:00 I had a party for Sing. It was an opportunity for us to hang out, watch some practices and a movie. We had (free) pizza, and some really awesome fellowship. The freedom of standing around talking without pages to read or papers to write weighing down on me is an amazing feeling. The only pressure that I had at the party was that I decided to host an after-party at my place. Linds, Bri, Trac, Mel, Sarah, Brian, LaRae, David, Mike and I kinda watched Pirates of the Carribean, and kinda sat around till 3:30 and talked. It was great! It was the first time we've really entertained over here, and it was a blast.

Crawford spent most of the time talking to a particular young lady that I wanted him to meet over a year ago. They've hit it off and he got a hand hold out of the deal. I'm happy for him. I think if they end up together, it might just give me something that I need as well - but I'd rather not go into that right now.

Yesterday I spent 12 hours with Sing. From 10:00am till 10:00pm I was doing everything from painting an entire backdrop and sets, to practicing on the stage of Waco Hall. I spent the day laughing and talking, flinging paint at people, and just really investing in each other's lives. It was fantastic. It's been a long time since I've spent a Friday and Saturday with a smile plastered to my face in Waco.

But the mingling is over. The work that I had put off to enjoy the weekend has fallen down around my shoulders and I slink off to write a memoir and read a lot of text for a test on Wednesday. But I still do so with an echo of a smile.

~Boof