"I've got too much (clap clap) time on my hands"

Well, today was the first day of the semester. Wednesdays just happen to be my busiest day of the week, so today I had every class I'm registered for. Now let's reflect on that term I used busiest....we'll come back to this. After each class/lesson/advising session, I was pumped. My history class seems like it will be chill yet informative, enjoyable and mangeable. I love a class that requires work ougbof you but makes it manageable and easy to learn. Of course I found out that this class ends with a paper....another paper is the last thing I need but the nerd in me was excited to have to write about a contemporary piece. Next, my voice lesson was less of a lesson and more of a "let's finalize your recital" needless to say, have the entire recital final made me litterally giddy with excitement. I live singing, but even more, I love performing. This recital's music is so diverse, it completely shows me. I love EVERY piece on my recital. None of them are programed only because they fufill a requirement. Seriously, I am totally nerding out about my recital music and therefore, my recital document. The next chapter I'm going to work on is dealing with the treatment of "abscence" in french poetry and music, refering to my two amazing french pieces. I  so ready to begin research.
Next I met with my pedagogy advisor about my voice students and my big ped project. I walked in with a less than vague topic and came out with an entire plan with deadlines. Wow. What a productive day! To top it off I completed some necessary paperwork before going home.

Today felt great....but then I made a schedule and realized how much "free" time I had. Now ' begining to worry. While I need this time to do work, and it's not technically free, I have a huge discapline problem. I am not busy enough to get my work done! However wjen I was super busy last semester all i did was stress and I'm fairly sure that is what got me so sick. So how to use my time wisely without streasing....gonna be tough.

"I will follow him, follow him wherever he may go"

So, I have a friend who always said he would never play D&D because he had drawn a line. No matter what other "nerdy" things he did he would not cross over to D&D. 

Well, I had drawn a similar line in life about another issue, and just like him, I have recently crossed it.

This brings me to the texting conversation I just had with my roommate.
I was complaining that I was put together today, ya know, dress, makeup, jewelry, but I had absolutely no where to go. She asked me what the special occasion was...well it's Sunday. I grew up with the dated view of having "Sunday Bests". Now, I don't really believe this, I think you can go to church in a carpet bag as long as you go. I do believe you should be respectful and not wear mini skirts and boob tops....I mean it's church, you shouldn't temp people to have lustful thoughts IN CHURCH...that's for the clubs...as usual I digress...anyway I dress up for church. I like to look pretty for the Lord. 

(But after church....after the even you dressed up for that only lasted an hour...what do you do?)

Which is basically what I told the roomie. She asked if I had met any available bachelors...which got me thinking...

The answer was no, I never meet anybody at church. I mean that's the best place to find a good man, right? Someone who agrees with you on some important things? So I was trying to figure out how one would "meet" someone at church when there is no parish function or fellowship after mass. 

I came up with some scenarios that had me rollin...you may just roll your eyes but I amused myself at my cleverness and wanted to share it with the world. (you know, my one faithful reader, love you bestie!).

The story of how we met at church:

"There was a spark during the sign of peace"

"Got a little too close in the communion line"

"Brushed hands as we reached for the holy water fount"

"Walked in on you in the confessional"

"Caught your sleeve on fire at the votive candles"

ok, ok, the last two were a stretch, but really? How do you meet someone at church when you walk in to praise the Lord and then go back home? It's a mystery to me. Maybe when you're supposed to meet them, God pushes them your way. I guess I'm ok with that answer.