Sunday, August 28, 2005

dying to myself


dying to myself---dying to my flesh... dying to the wordly things, to some of which I cling. I hope- I know this year, will be a year of renewal, in Christ and only through Him. "For I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13). Oh, this life.

Monday, August 22, 2005

first day of school

Carrying a back-pack around- CHECK. Meeting new professors- CHECK. Checking out cute boys- DOUBLE CHECK. *smile*
Anyway, first day of classes was actually quite laid back. My Physiology professor seems very intelligent, and highly passionate about the subject which can be both a bad... and a good thing. His overzealousness may lead to extremely challenging exams (which he did promise), yet it's a good trait because he is sure to be an effective teacher. I'm glad I got him though. Seems interesting. And then I'm in a soc. class with a former professor who is excellent. So I'm happy. So far. Had my nose in various textbooks all day, trying to make sure I don't fall behind on my readings --- I declare, I am not a nerd. Most of the time.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

oh the dread

so school is starting back. *tear*.... i'm still living in the pretense that Monday is not school, for real. But it is though. For (even more) real. Eh. So well, I got my driving permit yesterday. Yes! On the road to, well... just on the road to BEING on the road. I suppose it's darn time I learnt how to drive, and like my father says 'stop relying on people; you're a grown woman'. he he he. got to love you parents. oh speaking of which, the folks just left town yesterday. of course, i was clashing heads with my ma, as is to be expected, even after 3 years of not being together... well, hopefully not, but yeah, well it is (to be expected that is). We don't really understand each other very well, I think.

I think what I need to do is work on learning to listen to my mother. And my major trek for life right now is set on LETTING GO of the past, of past relationships, people, events, embarassing moments, umm... insecure periods and such. It's hard, but it's a goal for the ummm... year, or less hopefully depending on how much time my busy class schedule will allow (boo hoo). Well, I trust and pray for strength to overcome, coz sometimes it really ain't worth all the worrying. For real.