High Point Easter and B-Day

I've been home for a few days, Easter break and all, and I realized that I haven't written in my journal in a long time. I left on Wednesday mid-afternoon for the long drive. I generally stop in Ashville whenever I can just to split things up, which is what I did. Andy was having rehersal with his band and it was really inspiring to be around such a creative circle. We were bouncing ideas back and forth off of eachother and I enjoyed just watching as they practiced. Later that night I fell asleep on Andy's "couch" (which is really the back seat of a minivan propped up against their wall) and I had a pretty difficult night's sleep. When I woke up, I stole Andy's bed because he and Kevin were on the way to play in Chapel. It wasn't but ten minutes later, though, that Andy was shaking my shoulder to wake me up. Turned out that their guitar player got sick and he was wondering if I could fill in with just two minutes to spare. I agreed (because I've done crazier things), threw on a shirt and a pair of pants, watered my face up, and got down to the Chapel. As soon as I got in the room, I picked up a guitar and started playing. It was a lot of fun and I did well enough I suppose. I met a lot of interesting people anyways.

When I got home I spent a lot of time with friends and family. I brought in my 23rd birthday with the visitation of my nephew Josiah. He's a bit of a porker right now, but he's going to be sturdy. He already shows signs of a champion. Easter day was good too. I went to church and saw lots of friends, went to my relatives house to see family and then went and had hotwings with the guys. I've eaten a lot.

Church was interesting though. I saw my ex-girlfriend from a distance. We always see eachother from afar on holidays, but we don't speak to eachother anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but it's the best thing. It was funny also to think about how she and I don't really know eachother anymore. What would we say, even if we did speak? I don't know. That part of my life's past will always be a mystery to me. It was the first time I really learned a woman's true power over a man... only... we both lacked maturity and wisdom and that usually just equates to a big mess. I suppose I still don't regret it though. I mean it changed my perspective on life a great deal, both positive and negative, but along those lines, I learned some valuable lessons.

I'm not going to class tomorrow. I think it's dumb that Belmont makes students have to travel back to school on Easter Day, and being that my motivation to go is already at an all-time low on it's own, I just don't feel like following through. Class will have to miss me tomorrow. The drive will not, however. I'll be on the long trek as soon as I wake up. Wish me luck.

Peace and love.