Today-

Started off great. I got a really good night's sleep. No tossing, no turning- just sleep. The sunrise woke me up around seven as usual. I didn't have class until eleven so I rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke up again at nine and wasn't tired enough to try to catch a few more minutes of sweet slumber, so I read for about half an hour before finally rolling out of my unbelievably comfortable bed. Seriously, for a six-inch mattress with no box-spring, that thing is crazy awesome. Oh yeah- I'm reading The Kite Runner. I'll wait to elaborate on how I feel about it until I'm finished.

So I rolled out of bed- And to my delight I found remnants of rain on my window. I love rain so much.. I'm not so crazy about walking to class in it but I guess that's the trade-off. Rain always puts me in a Jon Foreman mood. I turned on his EPs and started getting ready.

Trey and I walked to art class and tried our hardest to not get too wet. But there really wasn't much we could do. Art class proved to be the one downside to my day. My teacher is just so (insert big fancy adjective that means "life sucking" -help, Caitie?). Seriously, she doesn't like anything I do and it is starting to get really discouraging. But this is a happy blog so I'm going to move on. 

After class, Trey and I had lunch in the Student Center.. lame, I know, but it was raining. In film class we watched a not-so-bipartisan PBS special about censorship. It was pretty interesting but I mainly piddled in my sketch book the whole time.

As I walked out of GCB I couldn't resist the urge to go to the library and grab some coffee and soak in the day. The weather demanded it. Well, maybe just suggested it.. but just go with it. It was around five, so there wasn't an empty table or even chair in the place. So I made my way over to the children's section and sat in a trendy red chair that sat about one foot off the ground. Looking at the isles of children's books brought back so many amazing memories of my dad reading to me before bed. I still remember a few pieces of some of the stories. One in particular was about the north wind and an old man.. I don't remember much else but it was a great story. The feelings that those memories brought back almost literally picked me up and pulled me into one of the isles of books. I browsed for a while looking for books that I may have read as a child when I came across an "Arabian Nights" book. It was a small book covered with green canvas. I took the book back to my red chair and read about Ali Baba and the forty thieves. Moral of the story- it's good to have someone who is very clever close by to keep you out of trouble. I finished the story and my coffee almost simultaneously. I put the book back in its place on the shelve and tossed my empty cup in the trash. I walked back outside and debated waiting out the rain with the story of Aladdin. I ended up putting on my hood and toughing it out. 

I'm back in my room now, listening to Jon Foreman and watching the city transform outside my window. It's pretty incredible really- the sun coming out from behind the rain clouds and casting a warm smile on the west faces of the downtown buildings. Though the best part of the sunset was when the clouds took on about six different colors. Every time I sit and watch a sunset it's almost like I've never seen one before. They always amaze me. Always leave me in this crazy state of wonder at my God who is probably the greatest artist I know. =)

Well, I'm about to run off to Publix with Trey and Eva. 

So until next time,

JK