He Has Been Good to Me

I almost forgot that it's the end of the monthhhhhhhhhh.

Farewell to November
"good riddance," says I
in cowardice slumber
this midnight draws nigh'

Your school days were long
but your evenings were black
and your cold, sketchy weekends
we long not to have back

But I must conclude
the one thing you take:
the liv'n ain't easy
in October's great wake

And one must admit
that you did have your fun
like nachos and pizza
and untimely sun

Like trips to the Village
on lunch-time bus rides
like special nights, whiteboards,
and rice-wedding slides

Like trips to the mall
when there's nothing to do
like coffee and skating
and taco bakes, too

Like lunch-time meetings
with an awesome new friend
and a parade that's decided
it shall never end

Like tutors and group work
and taking a run
Potatoes, Le Chateau,
Noobility, - BUN!

Like porch lights and sitters
and bubble bath foam
and realizing it's only
two weeks until home

And then comes December
friends, family, and all.
Farewell to November.
Farewell to the fall.

We'll Accept the Things We Cannot Avoid For Now

Natural Highs

Being in love.

Laughing so hard that your face hurts.

Taking a drive on a pretty road.

Hearing your favourite song on the radio.

Lying in bed and listening to the rain outside.

Fresh hot towels.

Milkshakes.

Bubble baths.

Giggling.

A good conversation.

Finding $20 in your jacket from the previous winter.

Running through sprinklers.

Laughing for no reason.

Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.

Telling someone that he or she is beautiful.

Overhearing someone say something nice about you.

Waking up and realizing that you still have a few hours left to sleep.

Making new friends.

Spending time with old friends.

Having someone play with your hair.

Sweet dreams.

Making eye contact with a good looking stranger.

Holding hands with someone you care about.

Running into an old friend and realizing that some things never change.

Watching the expression on someone's face as he or she opens the perfect present.

Getting out of bed in the morning and being grateful for another day.

Knowing that somebody misses you.

Receiving a hug.

Knowing you've done the right thing.

I am Totally Gonna Go Far

Maybe it's not so bad.

KATE MONSTER:I wish I could go back to college.

Life was so simple back then.

NICKY:What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!

PRINCETON:I wish I could go back to college.

In college you know who you are.

You sit in the quad, and think,

"Oh my God!I am totally gonna go far!"

ALL:How do I go back to college?

I don't know who I am anymore!

PRINCETON:I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!Ohhh...I wish I could just drop a class...

NICKY:Or get into a play...

KATE MONSTER:Or change my major...

PRINCETON:Or date my T.A.

ALL:I need an academic advisor to point the way!

We could be...Sitting in the computer lab,

4 A.M. before the final paper is due,

Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner,

And seeing the rest of the class there, too!

PRINCETON:I wish I could go back to college!

ALL:How do I go back to college?!AHHHH...

PRINCETON:I wish I had taken more pictures . . .

Pathways Unclear

I am officially finished labs for this term. Hallelujah, amen?

My feeling-like-crap-i-ness must have hit an all time high today. Am I eating less vegetables or something?

Anant brought me Indian food at lunch today. It was a little scary. I don't do well with the whole experimenting with food thing. But I feel cultured nonetheless.

I made a huge dent in my Christmas present wrapping/Christmas card signing today. Seeing the little pile of gifts wrapped in Strawberry Shortcake paper by my desk makes my day.

Part in support of Sarah's blog/part just in general:

Over the past week, I've been pretty excited about maybe doing engineering. Once first year is over, it's all math and stuff that I'm actually good at. And it's super career directed, so I'd have no messing around with graduate studies or not getting a job or anything like that. (And, in the words of Kayla Sexton, "it's a good place to find a man." hahaaaaaaaaa).

Then today in physics, we were a having a big random discussion about Judaism and Christianity. I was trying to say that I kind of consider Christianity a form of Judaism, since we're pretty much just Jews who branched off. Then we started talking about how Christianity, Judaism, and Islam are all apparently very similar. Out of nowhere I get this big brainwave that I want to do a Religion elective really soon, because I find this stuff amazingly interesting. Just as I'm reaching the height of my excitement, I realize that, in engineering, you get to pick like 3 electives from a specific list (I doubt religion is on it, though I could be wrong). Engineering sounds great and rewarding, but I want to continue learning and broadening myself. Engineers, stereotypically, can work problems like the Dickens, but can't convey their thoughts in proper written sentence. Engineering is so pointed. I don't want to be that kind of person.

So, is there no program to fit my mold? Seriously. I'm pretty sure I've decided on just about everything MUN has to offer at some point during this term and nothing works. Music is stupid. Psychology isn't mathematical enough. Engineering is too one-tracked. I fit nowhere that I can see.

Indecision is definitely catching up with us. What faculty are we going to apply to in the spring? The rest of our lives are waiting, and I'm nowhere near figuring myself out.

Death by Credit Hours

I Have to Go Now, Peace

Hey. Look at me blogging at 11:56 on a school night. Shweeeeeet.

Today was a day of fixing all of my problems. I had a chemistry tutorial. And a physics tutorial. The chem guy made me feel like an idiot, but I learned a lot. And I'm pretty much in love with the physics guy because he's so awesome. Yay for smart Meagan.

Guess who got 100 on the capaaaaaaaa. omgoshhhh. Super long stressful hours of physics. I'm coaching Rob through the last few questions now. I dont' think he's going to make it on time. :(

I was talking to one of my youngin friends from home today on msn and she spontaneously said

"this is boring meagan, you used to sing a song when i didnt reply in like 30 seconds, and now i have to wait for you."

What has university done to me? I remember the days of summer talking-walks and delivering comfort ice cream.

In other news, would weekly sunbeds cure this slump we can't seem to climb out of?

I Wish I Could Ride a Turtle

Somedays

are pretty painless.

Today

I slept until I woke on my own

made myself an excellent brunch

studied for an effectively tolerable two hours

went to Susan's house for supper

watched home videos with her amazing kids

had a special SarahMeagan night

talked to Andrew

and put my hair into what is possibly the best pony tail I've ever done.

And now I'm too content to sleep

because of the satisfaction of embracing the facts

that I am blessed

and that today

I did not spend a moment

wishing my time through to something else.

It's My Dreams You Take

Sooooo last night was concert band concerttttttttt. Wooowhoooooooooo. Tehe. I love this picture in so many ways. Sarah and Robert came to see it too. And then we all ate some A&W. mmmmmmmmm.

Today is Thursday and I have nothingggggg due until Monday. And concert band is cancelled tonight. Wowww. School rocks when it's no work.

We keep spontaneously tripping the breaker here. It's freaking me out a little.

Robyn and I jumped rope with the vacuum cleaner cord today and it was quite hilarious.

Tonight, I believe, is swimming night. Back to my roots. Shweet.

ummmm. Biology or Chemistry next semester? Psychology or Engineering?

ummmmmmmmmmmm money is bothering me from all ends today. That's all I'm saying.

Only one disc of Full House lefttt. Ohs nossss.

Tomorrow is Friday. Pre-SASF supper for old times sake, I thinks. And SASF with Sarah (and possibly Ali?) afterwards. I'm not sure how post-SASF is going to work out yet.

Saturday night? Saturday night? What's happening on Saturday night?

Sooooooo Christmas. Heather. Yay. Home. Yay. Christmas Traditions. Yay.

I wonder how this is going to turn out?:

Take Me to the Place I Love

Ok. Flash update for all you morning readers.

This english project is going to be the death of me. We just finished up for the night, and I'm pretty sure I have to somehow write up notes on our presentation to hand in for class tomorrow. Uggh. But working on it is always such a riot. Everything is hilarious. It's the most annoying fun ever.

So, call me crazy, but I totally feel better tonight than I have in a while. How much do you have to exercise for the endorphins to kick in? It's totally me just convincing myself that I have more energy. But who cares if it works?!

And I was thinking today that this whole science thing is finally starting to settle with me. I still don't enjoy classes and labs, but I'm pretty sure that's just a given of the trade. I've come to accept that I'll always have more work and less fun than arts majors, but that science is what I'm good at and what I'm meant to do, and, at the end of the day, I'm satisfied by learning how things work. I've accepted it. Now, if I could only embrace it . . .

Carry On, Carry On, Like Nothing Really Matters

I've come to the conclusion that I feel like crap all the time these days, so, during my three hour break before concert band, I went for a run. My trachea literally curled up and died a little. Seriously. My asthma doesn't usually bother me at all, but I've never been able to handle running in the cold.

So I made it back. Now I feel and look like crap. But at least I don't feel guilty.

Concert Band starts early tonight. Then I have my physics lab from 7-10. Then we have to finish our stupid english presentation for tomorrow. Uuuuggghhhhhhhh. I hate Tuesdayssss.

Concert Band Concert tomorrow night. Who's coming? :)

Soon End in Joy

Happy Sundayyy.

I'm going to bed early tonight because I'm superrr tired. I was up way too late this weekend.

I was not exactly overwhelmed with plans last night, so I decided to accept Robyn's offer to hang out with her and her Grand Falls friends. I thought it was going to be super sketchy, since I'd never met them, and, as far as I know, Robyn doesn't even know them that well. We made plans to play Scene It or watch a movie or do something that would entertain us, but we randomly ended up sitting in our basement and talking until almost one o'clock. I was left out of a lot of grade 7 Grand Falls stories ( :( ), but Serena, one of Robyn's friends, was so funny that my laughing at her distracted me.

This morning, the YP band was on, so I got to sit in the congregation again. I was sad that others were not there, but it was cool to kick it with Andrew, and with Josh when he joined us later. Congregation sitting rocks.

Then my english group and I spent an unhealthy amount of time working on our offensive word paper, and I had to miss church to finish it up. We better get like 112%. Seriously.

So that's my Sunday. I'm perhaps even more confused today. But Robyn is wonderful and understands my distracting inability to function these days and makes me smileee.

I'm worn out in all senses of the word. And the only solution is sleep and talking to the J-Guy. Will do.

You Have Been the One for Me

There was a man all alone;
he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.
"For whom am I toiling," he asked,
"and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?"
This too is meaningless-
a miserable business!

Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

Ecclesiastes 4:8-12

Do You Remember the Day when My Journey Began

So yesterday was Friday and everyone was busy. Robyn and I had plans to go to YFM at church, but, at 4:00, we were just hanging out finishing homework and sketching (guess who was doing what). So then we were all, "Hey. We love eachother. LET'S GO SOMEWHERE." So we threw together a quick supper of beandip (complete with Full House) and, after a pit stop at dear Sarah's, headed to the Avalon. I got some Christmas gifts. I got my diseased phone checked out. We looked for CDs. Robyn bought lip gloss. But the most important part was picking out eachother's Christmas gifts.


Robyn says: "Ready when you are."


Meagan says: "Do you have your camera ready?"


door creaks open


Robyn says: "Psst. Come to my change room."


Robyn and Meagan say: "tehehe"

Merry Christmas Robyn and Meagan!So then we were cool and spent some time bonding over white hot chocolate at a super cool coffee place we discovered. tehehehehe. Nice plant, eh?Before leaving the house, we heard word that Andrew was taking Suzanne to CF tonight, so we decided to be supportive and go to the CF coffee house instead. Ok. CF rocks. It started out with a half hour of singing worship songs. Then there was a speaker who was actually really good. He was really inspirational. I want to practice my homeless-feeding on the streets of St. John's before I hit up New York. Then they broke out the coffee and tea and lava lamps and beatniks and fiddles and Latin reading. It was h'awesome. I loved how they started with God and then moved on to the fun. And I loved how incredibly welcomed we were made to feel.Robyn and I had to escape to the bathroom once because it was hot and we drank too much white hot chocolate.

The CF kids obviously thought we were awesome.

Before heading home, Robyn and I went on another one of our adventures and tried to find downtown from over around East Side Mario's. We did eventually find it. And we accidentally found Quidi Vivi lake tooooo.

Then we came home and, distressed by our early supper, had some chip and dip and watched more Full House. Mini sleepover in Meagan's room! :)

Why was last night so enjoyable? I don't know. We do lots of fun stuff. But last night was all about talking and overcoming and proving that love rocksss. Best friends for evaaaaa.

You'll always be there for me, won't you Pooh?

Ephesians 3:14-21

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives it name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus, throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

From War

Dear Sarah,

I had about 32 For Sarah notes to put in this blog entry, so I decided to pull a Sarah and do a blog letter.

I realized that I most definitely can't go to the Rooms next Wednesday, because the concert band show is on Wednesday night. When I gave Robert a tour of the music building a couple weeks ago, he said he wanted to go, and that you, Holly, and Dave would be interested. You should come and make a Stephenville night out of it!

Speaking of Stephenville nights, is tomorrow one? This week, SASF is attending the Youth Service at the Citadel at 8. I think Robyn and I are bringing Ali and her boyfriend. If it's not a Stephenville night, will you come with us?

When I was at my trombone lesson today, I hauled my sleeves up to my elbows before I started to play. My professor looked at my arm and said, "Did you write notes on your arm? What, are you cheating in chemistry or something?" That was a tough one to explain.

I totally had more points to tell you that I'm not remembering at the moment.

This was much more fun than telling you on msn.

Until tomorrow,
Meagan

P.S. John Williams dented his brand new bass trombone :(

Keep Smiling, Keep Shining

The band devotion tonight really hit home for some reason.

A purfier of silver works by placing silver in the hottest part of a flame in hopes of ridding the metal of any impurities. He knows the silver is purified when he can see his own reflection in it.

Break me, Jesus - when I'm lonely, sad, stressed, when I don't understand, when things just don't feel right - in hopes that You may see Your reflection in me.

And he shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver: and he shall purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer unto the LORD an offering in righteousness.
Malachi 3:3

The One who made you made my path cross yours

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Guess where I'll be at this very moment in exactly one month. ON THE BUSSSSSS. Scooorrrreee.

As annoying as university is, it's hard to believe that Christmas vacation is just one month away. There's been so much talk about Christmas lately for some reason.

I guess my life is going to do a complete 180 over Christmas. Besides Robyn and Josh, none of my Corner Brook friends are in here. And, besides Robyn and Josh, none of my friends from in here are going to Corner Brook over Christmas. It's going to be cool having everything go back to the olden days for a couple of weeks.

My list of Christmas doings:

- Christmas Eve/Christmas Day celebrations with the Taylor family. <>

- HeatherMeagan(Robyn?) sleepover

- Cabin

- Skatingggggg

- Skiinggggg :)

- Sleepingggggggg

- Reading

- SarahRobert Corner Brook visit?

- HeatherMeagan park trip

- CB Temple youth group hanging

- Sam and Bailey walking

- Catching up with Nancy

- Meredith? Hot tub?

- Complaining about chemistry with Ashley

- Sliding with Heather

- Not studyingggg

Ohhhh. I'm starting to get that feel-good Christmas thing. Not yetttttt. You still have examssss, Meagannnnn.

Speaking of Christmas, Housemate Robyn(WHO IS BACK) and I are planning a relaxing day of letter-writing, video-taping, and Christmas shopping on Saturday. I'm exciteddddd.

Youtube.com

Friendship is like peeing your pants;

everyone can see it, but only you can feel it.

Thanks for being the pee in my pants.

I Want it All and I Want it Now

So. Monday update No. 2.

I decided to play the "let's see how many random places I can find to study" game today. I had this huge urge to have a bath after lunch, so I studied in the bath tubbbb. Yay. We didn't have any bubbley stuff, so I poured massive amounts of body wash in the tub. mmmmmmmmm I smell like massive amounts of cool cucumber and melon. Some beached whalers would be prouddddd.

So then I was going to study in my room, but I have one of those groggy "I've spent too much time watching tv in my dark basement" headaches, so I decided to get some fresh air and natural light and study out on the front porch. That didn't last so long, because it's really cold out today, but it was refreshing nonetheless.

And study spot number three was in the lazy boy in the living room. Not so random when compared to the other two.

So Andrew loves me and picked last night to be the only night that he's home everrrrr. I get so freaking depressed when I'm here by myself. Which I don't get, because I loved being home by myself in Corner Brook.

No worries, though. Bob Saget and his crew will keep me company while I'm eating my supper. Then it's more studying (gulp) until maybe 9 or so or whenever my head decides to explode. Oh man. I hope Andrew's home by then. Meagan home alone with nothing to entertain her is not a good thing. Will this be a late night for you, Andrew? Hey? Hey?

Must Have a Lovelight

So random weekend.

Mom and Dad and Grammy visited this weekend. We had lots of fun shopping and eating out. On Saturday, my cousin and his girlfriend came over for dinner, which was also lots of fun. I miss my mom and daddddd.

I called Heather on Saturday. Funnnnn.

It was cousin Scott's birthday yesterday and I called him. We were talking on the phone for like 20 minutes and it wasn't awkward at all. I miss him tooooooooo.

Sarah and Holly babysat me last night. We played Disney Scene It and ate nachos. Phew. I was scared the nacho tradition was going to die for a while there.

And I just got off the phone with Heather again. We planned our bridal partiessssss. Our weddings are going to be hoppin'.

And now it's off to study chemistry. Hmm. Chemistry always makes me freak out a little inside. I have all day today to study and all afternoon tomorrow. I'll work hard and do my best. It's just chemistry. I need to get through this term and then I'm done with it. As long as I pass, I'll be ok.

Robyn's coming back tomorrowwwwwwwww. It's weird not having someone to talk to hereeee.

In conclusion, I love Heather.

November 9, 2006

Post 100 - Woot.

Weep not for me though I am gone;

into that gentle night.

Grieve if you will but not for long,

upon my soul's sweet flight.

I am at peace, my soul's at rest.

There is no need for tears.

For with your love I was blessed;

for all those many years.

There is no pain, I suffer not,

The fear now all is gone.

Put now these things out of your thoughts.

In your memory I live on.

Remember not my fight for breath;

remember not the strife.

Please do not dwell upon my death,

but celebrate my life.

When the Music Fades

I haven't blogged in a few days, and I'm not really sure what to write about, so I decided to finally post that devotion I talked about a couple of weeks ago in response to the band meeting that caused me so much stress. This was right after we got back from California, so that's what's up with the California references. Here goooooes:

"As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, 'Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!'"

"'Martha, Martha,' the Lord answered, 'you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.'"

Luke 10: 38-42

Do you consider yourself first a Newfoundlander or a Canadian?

When Josh, Aaron, Dustin, and I first arrived in California, we were quickly labeled as Canadians. However, after only a few days, many of our new friends affectionately referred to us as Newfies. I am proud to consider myself a Newfoundlander before a Canadian.

I have another question that is entirely similar, yet entirely different: Do you consider yourself first a member of the Salvation Army or a Christian?

Grace for the Moment says of the story about Martha and Mary:

"Martha is worried about something good. She's having Jesus over for dinner. She's literally serving God. Her aim was to please Jesus. But she made a common, yet dangerous mistake. As she began to work for him, her work became more important than her Lord. What began as a way to serve Jesus slowly and subtly became a way to serve self . . . She has forgotten that the meal is to honour Jesus, not Martha . . . "

"It's easy to forget who is the servant and who is to be served."

The Salvation Army possesses a form of ministry that no other denomination or faith on earth can boast. But it's easy to forget who is the servant and who is to be served:

Is it right that we can spend an hour and a half rehearsing with the band every week (plus the hours of practicing we all do at home - hehe), but struggle to arrive at church twenty minutes early to tune our hearts for worship? Is it right that countless Youth Groups and College and Careers Snacks go by without a moment of prayer or a word of scripture? Is it right that we spend three hours worshiping within our own doors every Sunday, but hesitate to minister to struggling citizens in low income areas of town during the summer months?

And I'll go back to the original question: Do you consider yourself first a member of the Salvation Army or a Christian?

When we go to work or school each day, do our friends and colleagues see us as Salvationists - cornet virtuosos and end-chair trombonists, obstaining from casual drinks and minor hockey raffles and all that's evil in this world - or do they see Christians - forgiving as He forgave us, loving as He loves us. When we go to bed each night, are we living for William Booth or for the Lord? And, when we finally reach the end of this great journey, will we stand before Jesus Christ as Salvationists or as Christians?

Cover Me

Last Tuesday:

This Tuesday: The Craps.

I was stupid and locked my keys in my car today, so I had some reflective time while waiting on the porch for someone to get home. I couldn't stop thinking about the now over-discussed issue of my being able to do an entire psychology degree at home. Sigh. Studying in Corner Brook would be a whole lot cheaper. And I could live with my parents who, at the end of the day, are the two people who love me most in the entire world.

But, really, what's left in Corner Brook for me now, especially if Heather leaves next year? My parents, yah, that's a big one. And my friends from church. And my few grade 12 friends.

In St. John's, I can be in the MUN concert band, which, I know, doesn't seem like a big deal. But it means a lot to me. I almost did a music degree. Playing in the concert band makes me feel less like I'm leaving that huge part of me behind.

Corner Brook, St. John's? Home, new life?

So I'm sitting there on the front porch, literally peeling paint and watching people drive by, and I think, "Where is my life going?" Not the whole depressed my-life-sucks-what-shall-I-do kind of thing (because, believe me, I know that, this year in particular, I've been incredibly blessed) but as a legitimate question. When I think about my life this year, I realize how incredibly random it is. I'm living on my own in St. John's. I'm doing courses I hate and definitely have no intentions of heading down the glamorous path of engineering or medicine or law that I'd always envisioned for myself. I spend my time with my primary school-best friend, a girl I somehow managed to meet at summer camp after years of coincidental distractions, my savior from the perils of my junior high years, some randomly cool people from Stephenville, and, on occasion, gropers(tehe) from the Citadel. Random. But I think that these people are a big part of me not wanting to go back to Corner Brook just yet.

Man, why have I been so sketchy lately. Maybe it's because something's up (wink), and it'll clear up in a couple of days. Maybe I am a little homesick, which is ok, because I've done so well over the past few months.

Blogging is therapeutic.

So this weekend should be fun. As you all know, Mom and Dad are coming on Thursday, and may be accompanied by Grammy. There's going to be lots of shopping and going out to eat. teheeee. Maybe SASF on Friday; we'll see how it goes. Saturday, I suppose will be for my parents and I to enjoy, or maybe to play some cards with Grams. Sunday, I'm thinking, will be farewelling, studying, and thennnnnnnnnnnnn super babysitting sleepover with Sarahhhhh, which is always fun. Maybe, if she can find it in her heart to forgive me for unintentionally defacing the sacredness of our friendship with Ali, we can have nachos and scrapbook a little. Maybe.

Less Spectating; More Seeking

Warning: Don't read. It's religious.

Have you ever thought about how often we talk about God? If I think about it, I probably couldn't tell you the last time I had a God conversation with most of my friends. Which, at first thought, doesn't seem like such a big deal. Afterall, being a Christian doesn't mean you have to talk about God 24/7 any more than talking about God 24/7 makes you a Christian. But, at the same time, I think that part of pointing to God in everything we do is acknowledging Him in open conversation. Not all the time. Not in a planned way. Just when we feel It. I'm so afraid of the perils of lukewarmness.

On a similar note, I had one of my huge train of thought moments tonight (Heather knows all about the crazy things my mind comes up with in my spare time). You're all going to think I'm crazy, but I was thinking about how cool it would be if there was something we said everytime we felt God. Like when you're amazed at the beauty of a rainbow. Or you hear a miraculous story of a life saved. Or when someone says or does something and you know that you've just looked into the eyes of Jesus.

Then I thought that, sometimes, speaking ruins these moment. So an action, I thought, would be a perfect signal to acknowledge God moments. Something natural. Like putting your hand to your heart.

And then I thought . . . a smile.

Yesterday, Today, and Always, I smile when I feel God.

I will be here. I am interested in you. Come what may, I will actively support you.

(Title is a quote from my Psychology book)

Study Update # 1

So I've studied psychology all afternoon. I was going to do math and physics, but psychology is worth 25%, and math and physics are only worth 17% and 15% respectively. And, besides, I'm supposedly going to try to major in psychology, so I'm thinking that's my most important one.

Some of the psychology chapters are super interesting. I love the sociology parts of it (ie. quote above describing how "we gain strength when someone offers, by words and actions, a safe haven.") Studying for psychology makes me emotional. HAH.

There was also a big section on males and femals. Apparently, both males and females prefer to turn to their female friends with their worries and concerns. hmmmm. Interesting. I feel . . . proud?

I'm talking to Sarah Woodland now. I miss my grasshopper. Apparently, she did band devotions for the first time last week. I can't believe I wasn't there for it. I'm sure I would have been soooooo proud.

Hey. It's Sarah Woodland:

Rainy Days and Mondays

Today is my study day. ugggh. I'm super jealous of everyone who gets to galavant around the stores today, which seems to be about everyone I know. Why am I like the only person on campus who has three huge midterms three days in a row?

I got some totally awesome Disney Princess stickers at the Dollarama last night. Then I stayed up until 12:30 completing three scrapbook pages. ugh. Should have slept.

So yah. I think the plan is to start some psychology until lunch time, which will be ok, because it's impossible to not understand psychology and I won't get stressed. Then I'll have some Pizza Hut leftovers for lunch, about which I am superrrr excited (Sarah, you forgot yours. I'll save 'em.). Then physics and math and chemistry after lunch I guess. I'll figure it out.

I need to get some more studying done tonight, so I think Ali is coming over at eight or nine to watch a movie or something. I'm pretty excited. I've always loved Ali a whole lot. I don't understand why I haven't done anything with her yet.

So that's my blogging for this morning. Expect to read more from today, because of the isolated studying situation as previously discussed. But after today, it's hard core "oh no, I don't get this stuff and my exam is tomorrow" studying time. So probably no blogging. Sigh. How many more years until I graduate?

P.S. Robyn and Sarah, the mandarines are definitely of regular price quality. Fifty cents each! Next time, we'll stock up.

Do Not Pass Go

I'm blogging from the library computer right now. Shnazzy, eh? I was here for research, then I did some studying. Now I've decided to get my blogging overwith so I can concentrate on sleeping when I get home. (The guy beside me keeps sighing frustratingly. It's making me sad.)

I had a surprisingly amazing time at my trombone lesson today. It started off with a bang, as Dr. Bulmer asked me to play some etude or something that I was supposedly working on, and I was all "say whatttt I own that book?" And then I had to confess to her that I never have time to practice. (I secretly could maybe find a little time, but when I have a few extra minutes when I'm not studying, I like to not practice too.) But it was all uphill from there. It was fun being psychoanalized by my trombone professor:

"You're not a person who likes to be noticed, are you?"

I guess not.

"You like to hide behind your trombone."

haha. Ok.

"You picked the wrong instrument; the trombone will be noticed."

he. he.

"How do you survive in a brass band if you don't play loud?"

I play loud in band.

"Do you play loud in concert band too?"

I think so.

"This piece is great for you. It'll force you to be aggressive."

tehe. Ok.

"This piece is angry. You need to become more violent. You're holding all your feelings inside of yourself, Meagan."

woooooooow.

So yah. Today was weird. But Dr. Bulmer cheered me up. It's going to feel good to get a full eight hours tonight. :)

He has been Good to Me

Wooow. October's over already.

It's been a month of celebrating
laughter
visits
surprises
sentiment
beached whale
cuddling
rejoicing
love
and an overwhelming feeling that there are things more important than the stress of today.