monday monday monday

i'm in the middle of wittgenstein's "tractatus" and, of course, i would rather be doing anything else right now. when it comes to cracking down and doing the homework, my first urge is to go write about things. anything.

will is here for a few days, while nancy is sick with what they are pretty sure is mono. poor minki! it's nice to have a male around here though. rob and elizabeth's parents were here for the weekend, which was so enjoyable for me. i got to stay at a beautiful log cabin a little south of boone, it was really make with logs! and it was so peaceful. i felt like a country queen sleeping on a queen-sized bed on the open loft. i would be so happy if i could live in the country.

tonight was nap night, followed by leftovers night [chili, chicken quesadillas, corn, carrots and ranch.... mmmm....], followed by 24 season three marathon night. good night!

and now, i'm feeling pretty bummy. today was just a bummy day, i'm gonna say it. my hair was ew, my outfit wasn't right, the weather was unwelcomed, and i was itching to get out of my classes the moment i sat down and put my binder on the desk. just a monday, i suppose. i'd rather be doing something extraordinary.

i haven't really been in the Word the past few days and i can feel it today. it's wearing on me, but i continue to thank my Father for His obvious provisions, and all the little and not-so-little extra things He does to bless the heart of a girl despite her lack of effort. He is Jehovah Jireh. i know this; the fact has my life in it. i just want to feel it more, you know? there is so much to be said of discipline.

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i'm getting more excited about visiting nashville for fall break, though some people i'd really like to see are not there anymore. but... i am so glad i will be able to see those friends that are still there, to have good conversation, to eat good food [ie pancake pantry], to not worry about my minimal paychecks, and to drink a hot tea (or a few) from fido, out of their huge house cups. you know, no one really goes there to get away, but to be apart of nashville. to enjoy themselves in the scenery. to enjoy others in the scenery.

selected favorites from copeland's "beneath medicine tree" have absolutely sparked something in me, and i have been listening to them pretty much non-stop. i'm not usually an advocate of the "beating it into the ground" theory of listening to music, but it's just that time of year that these songs - as well as emiliana torrini's "fisherman's woman" and jump, little children- seem like the only songs, the only music perfectly appropriate to listen to every day so long as the leaves are in a flame of orange, yellow, and red. so many memories, i forget i'm making new ones.

i'd like a good, hand-written letter. and a good tuesday.