I genuinely do want to learn how to use Final Cut Pro to make movies.
Really.
I just couldn't pay attention in class today. Instead I drew portraits of Karly, Stella, Peter and Doug in the margin of my page, and passed it around for their amusement. Then I spent the remaining half hour of class whispering with Peter about restaurants, and counting down the number of minutes until we could get some food. Right after class, Peter and I made a mad dash to the Caged Pita to order our much anticipated pitas.

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I don't know why, but when I got home from school today at 7:30 I was in a very irritated mood. I snapped at my mom for appearing on my cellphone as four missed calls in the span of 5 minutes. Yes, I know I'm late and members of my small group are probably sitting in my living room waiting for me. They know I have class right beforehand, and I know that I have a meeting at 7:30. I planned it that way. I don't need 4 annoying calls to "remind" me, while I'm already trying to drive home as fast as I can. There's nothing more irritating than hearing your cellphone ring and ring and ring as callers insist on redialing, failing to understand that there is a legitimate reason that you're not answering. My mom once appeared as 14 missed calls in under an hour!!! 14!!! I was so pissed. I wonder why the boy who cried wolf was not taken seriously in an emergency situation. My cell phone sometimes fails to wake me up in the morning.

I wish I could backtrack to the days where phones didn't exist and you could cut EVERYONE out and really just disappear.

I didn't think I'd feel like talking much tonight and was not looking forward to being around people, but when I noticed Emily and Melanie smiling, my mood naturally lifted, and I let go of my ill feelings. Sometimes talking with those two girls can be really warming. I am grateful for this small group sometimes more than I give credit for.