It's getting crazy

So, on Saturday, my phone was acting up. It refused to receive any signal in my apartment. The problem was, I needed to secure a ride to setup for church the next morning. So, in the late afternoon, I went for a walk to search for a signal. After walking for a bit, I found it. I tried to send a text and.....no signal. I walked for a little bit longer, and got signal again! So I tried to send a text and.....no signal. This happened a few times. So I decided to walk to church in the morning--a 50-minute walk, and I had to be there at 6:30.

After watching the ISU-Kentucky game (and realizing that I should NEVER watch sports alone) I was angry and pumped up, and couldn't sleep. I think I got to sleep around midnight. My alarm went off at 4:30, and I felt horrible. But, being me, I couldn't just blow off something I said I'd do, so I dragged myself out of bed, hopped in the shower, got dressed, checked my email, and headed out. I stopped at the gas station to pick up something to drink, and headed north. I arrived early, and waited for everyone else to get there. After setup and a short practice, there was a meeting. It was for people interested in going to a Bring Me Hope camp to volunteer this summer. I attended the meeting, not really expecting anything.

Well, today I gave up on my phone, and set off to get a new one. I bought the new one, the salesperson installed the old sim card in the new phone, and I left. So now my phone has a camera and a full keyboard. Anyway, on the way back, I made a decision about the Bring Me Hope trip. I decided that I was going to go unless God stopped me. If you'll remember, that was the attitude I (eventually) adopted about coming to Iowa City. So on my way back into downtown, I stopped and picked up an application for a passport. I then remembered that I needed to check my voicemail, and there was one from my dad, asking if I had any plans for spring break. I called him back--not the greatest idea, since I was on the bus--and let him know the bad news that spring break was last week. Then I asked him if he still had my birth certificate, and let him know the reason. He said he'd look for it, and that he was planning to come up on Sunday, so he'll bring it then if he finds it. So yeah, looks like I will be leaving the US for the first time in my life.....for two whole weeks. I'm not sure whether the excitement is just terror or not.