Remember O Most Gracious Virgin Mary

I BOOKED it through campus this evening.  I got all antsy while at dinner with my sister and Ryan, and i jetted outa therrrrre. 

So there i was walking along on my way to daaaap and as i approached the football stadium, a huge impulse came over me–cause of a combination of many MANY things–but i suddenly slung my one shoulder bookbag around to my front, pulled off my hat and BOOKED IT until i couldn’t breathe….which was about 200 yards later (which is REALLY good for someone who had just eaten, and hasn’t exercised in about 6 months…ehhh).  Glad to know i can still get my legs to move speedily.

Looking at the scene from the point of view of the kids down on the field in the stadium (got some shouts), I probably looked like i was running from a cop and had just stolen something which was in my bag….very comical most likely.

It was exhilarating.                         must do again.  impulsively. 

you know…..I had totally let go of my impulsiveness???  what do you know!   I was starting to let someone make me……wow….THERE YOU GO!  what an epiphany.  make yourself.  (ha. that’s totally an incubus song. oh well.)

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Okay…so yes…living in Calhoun does suck…its like a prison….HOWEVER…among the little perks (not having to go outside to get to the dining hall, a great view of the city, no neighbors peeing on my door, and a good roommate) the best one is something I know i will really miss next year:

Walking to and from class I walk past CCM (music and theatre school) There are always windows open, and beautiful pure music comes pouring out in little strands, always leaving me wishing I could just sit outside the building to hear a complete song and watch all the students pass by. Even at 11:30 at night…the normally violent wind seems to shy away and everything is still; even the trees seem to be holding their breath just to hear the sound of a saxophone or violin come pouring out the window and float down to the ground to be soaked up.

A little dose of beauty to remind me where it all came from.

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“you know…you got everybody…they all line up to fit this pre-made mold….so they’re all , you know, in this line…lined up…the same….but there’s always that one person who just…oop…and steps out…and doesn’t really line up with the rest…you got something there…”

I love every day.  I don’t care if perhaps im in a bad mood once, depressed, sad.  I still love this day given to me.  There is something to be retained, discovered, looked at, listened to, an epiphany to be had.  A first time.  TIME.  go.

“time…..i believe in time.”