All The World Is Waiting

Tonight, there is a premier symphony in Memorial Hall. It's called "Of Angels and Neurons"— the guy who composed it came and talked to my Great Musical Works class yesterday. He's been nominated for Grammy's and whatnot. I think it's so cool how famous people will come and talk to our classes here... I've met and talked to a symphony composer! It's like a modern-day Beethoven experience!... Okay, maybe not that great, but you get the point. It's sort of cool.

Oddly, I enjoyed the rain today. It seems like it's always raining here, and usually it's sort of irritating, but today I like it. It was cold and the wind stung my face and my nose turned red, and the rain was fat and chilly. I should be in England, but this is close enough. Stranded on bricks that are so crooked that it's like walking in one long, continuous string of puddles, needing rain boots, tilting my umbrella back and spinning it nonchalantly, pretending I'm a younger, classier version of Mary Poppins. Yes, I am a nerd.

I am somewhat looking forward to the weekend. I'll be here, in Chapel Hill. Danielle goes home every weekend and that makes it harder because I'm here alone in the dorm room, but this weekend I am intentionally going to look for things to do. I'll go back to Grace Church on Sunday morning. Maybe I'll get in touch with some of the girls from my small group on Saturday or find a game to go to. There's an event called Late Night with Roy on Friday where the basketball players put on a little show, so I may go to that. It's not very late (6-9) but it's better than sitting on my computer. And then next week is fall break. Hallelujah. Hopefully I'll go to the fair, too. I have a few doctor's appointments, but they shouldn't take too long.

I can do this. For the Son.