His love is the reversal.

But grace reclaims what the world disowns

Yeah, nothing is as good as it should be
'Cause this is the rehearsal
Yeah, in between the was and the could be
Love is the reversal.

uh oh! readers!

In the past few days, I've discovered something: people actually follow my blog! I have readers! While most people would think "yay! Friends!", I thought "AHHH! I don't ever write anything interesting! It's just my stupid ramblings!" So, with this knowledge in my mind, I've decided I have to start blogging about more meaningful things.

So, um, how bout those Red Sox? Kidding, kidding. I may live with two blocks of Fenway, but I know NOTHING about the Red Sox, except that their security guards often hit on me as I walk by in the morning!

So, um, yeah.

Actually, here's something I've been thinking about for years, especially in light of the fact that a few weeks ago I visited a recreation of his home on Walden Pond.

Henry David Thoreau wrote,

"If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away."

When you see Walden Pond, especially at the time of day I saw it...it's absolutely breath-taking. And the home he lived in...so small, yet had all that he needed. He wrote such beautiful things while there.

Seattle. December 18th.

For better or for worse, the list is slowly getting shorter!!!! This is a moment to be celebrated! I could post the original list, but it was so overwhelming I don't think I want to recall it!

Finals weeks (yes, two):

1 Models of Language take home final.

1 Exemption Exam. (that i'm currently have nightmares about failing and becoming the first person to fail it twice, thus forcing me to take the class.)

1 A&P final.

1 Audiology final.

misery.

cramming for an exam + feeling flu-ish + a week long headache + homesick = a very bad night

it is well with my soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio Spafford

I apologize that I haven't posted anything interesting recently. My sister was here for just under a week, so all I did was spend time with her...no studying (though I occasionally thought about it). It was perfect. We hugged goodbye approximately 8 hours ago, and I had to fight tears as I promptly jumped on the T. I miss her. It's only been 8 hours.

But, back to real life I guess! I came home, tidied my house, left to tutor, went to an amazing lecture, had dinner with my classmates, and have been working on homework ever since. Three assignments done, now homework to do and then tests to study for!

But, on a last note, today I thought, "I am SO glad I'm here. But I'm also so happy to know I'm going home soon."

And OH YEAH! I figured out how to come home for two months this summer. I'm ecstatic. I was never going to be able to survive the humidity, or the separation. I miss Seattle and my friends. But I'm also happy to be here. Gray area is weird.