Crazy day

First, I'm going to start off with an update. Yesterday, I posted that my laptop charger was on its way out. Well, a few hours after posting that, it failed completely. Luckily, one of my roommates has a similar computer, so we're going to basically share a charger until my new one arrives--which UPS says will be Monday. As I type this, it's in Missouri.

Anyway, a couple of odd things have happened today. On my way to my first class, I stopped in a men's room. As I was washing my hands, two guys came in, knocked on the handicap stall, and then both entered the stall.

The second odd thing was while waiting for my second class, I was rubbing my eyes to get the last of that sleep build-up out and it looked like dried blood. My thought process after that is as follows: "Hey, if I'm crying blood, that's probably a good excuse to skip out on class. Let's see if that's the case. Nope, regular tears. And now I'm crying in class. Crap. You know, it's probably better that I'm not crying blood. Whenever that happens on House, it's a bad sign." I was then on the verge of tears for the rest of class from (internally) laughing at myself.

And now for something that may be shocking. I'm not going to Anthem tonight. For the first time since becoming a Christian, I'm going to miss out on an Anthem concert. Part of this is due to the critical attitude I had at the last Ames Anthem I went to. Part of it is that I'm not really in the "normal" age range of attendees there. The average age at Anthem in Ames is far younger than Adoleo and Anthem in Iowa City. Ames packs in high school and middle school kids, college kids, and not much older. Iowa City, on the other hand, is college and post-college people. I know, that's not a great reason, but it's part of a bigger "I don't really fit in in the Ames Salt crew anymore". Almost everyone I knew back there has moved on in the world--marriages, babies, real jobs, new cities, new churches, etc. Cornerstone isn't my "home church" any longer, and I guess I fully realized that at the Spring Anthem. My home church doesn't have a home. My home church comes in a trailer, and holds services in bars, hotels, and theaters.

Typing that last paragraph reminded me of something in my prayer this morning. I was thanking God for not listening to me about not sending me here. I resisted so much to the idea of coming to Iowa City, but now that I'm here, in Veritas, helping out in what little ways I can, I can't believe that I fought against the move.

Well, I've got Spanish class in 10 minutes, so I need to wrap this up. Um.....bye.