My Last Defense

I need to speak, but cannot, my friends of yesteryear are getting to me. It hurts so much, I don't know what to do, they are trying to call me judgemental, and that I am bad for saying nothing, when nothing nice could be said. They say I bring them to tears, when they themselves bring me so close to that point. I pray and ask for God's help and to take this from me, but as of yet nothing. But I must take heart and know that God is in control. I don't want to demand anything from God but if this goes much further I don't think I can take much more. I am so glad that God has blessed me with friends here at college, genuine friends. But this whole situation is eating me up inside, it hurts, it physically hurts. I barely made it through yesterday. God had to be working when it came time for LJ and only half were there. There is no way I could have handled it all. God I cry out to you to help me. Guide me through, give me strength. Give them strength as well, don't let them wander too long in the darkness, help them. And to my friends old and new bless as well. Give them clarity and joy and strength. What am I to do God? What am I to do?

Rearrangements

Perini had an interesting chapel this morning, he was talking about relationships. As a result I should look at my current ones and rearrange them so they can be more significant. I don't know how it is going to all end up. In other news, I need somethng but I can't quite remember what

A Deep Thought

How far down does the ocean go?

Ok, ok that really isn't what this post is about. I am writting because I haven't updated in quite a while. And some interesting developments have arisen today. Well overall today was a wonderfully amazing day! I got a call at about 2ish, its always fun to talk in the middle of the night. Not only did I get a call but I managed to get 10 hours of sleep! Got up in time for lunch. On the way I ran into Kemp and Jessica. Here is a recollection of that convo hang in there with me there is a point to it

Kemp, from the end of the sidewalk: *waves* Hey Mike!!
Me, just outside of VO/Cook: *waves* (saying nothing because I don't see a need to yell when walking towards each other.)
Jessica: Hey Michael
Kemp: You going to lunch?
Me: Was planning on it.
Kemp: What's your room number?
Me: Why? You know where my room is(wondering what the crap is going on)
Kemp: My parents wanted to know your and mine room numbers, and I couldn't recall.
Me: 310, why do your parents want to know my room number? (now really wondering, What the CRAP is going on here?)
Jessica: Hey (cause I proceeded to push her close to the grass but not quite able to push her fully)
Kemp: I don't know what my parents are up to. *pulls out his phone* (one can only assume it was to call his parents)
Michael: Hmm, *waits for Gillian to walk to lunch*
Jessica: Bye
Kemp: See ya later
Michael: *waves* (seeing no need to voice my acknowledgement of their salutations)

So that odd conversation led to be continually suspicious of what could be up, and yet I can't say I wasn't a little intrigued to see what his parents plan to do with that nugget of information.

So I ate breafast/lunch, waffles, yummy

Then I did some homework then jumped Kemp's car and went to the mall.
Stopped by Spencers (I know Rachel enjoyed having to go in there again)

Then Dinner roled around and then played speed scrabble (Gillian is a shark)

Open dorm roled around and of course we all congregated in Kemp's room (sorry friend)

His parents called but wouldn't say why they wanted our room numbers, my interest has been peaked.

I played DDR, yes shocker the mighty will of Michael fell to the beast that is DDR. Needless to say my playing ability is no where near that of several of my friends.

Well then open dorm ended and Kemp wanted to go to bed, so the girls and I promptly left. About a half hour later, I walk back into VO and see my suitemate so I go and chat and notice Kemp's light is on and he is not even in his bed, odd I must say. I enter his room and find him working on his code. He was so close yet unable to break the code, why must my mathematical mind remain sworn to secrecy. I could have so easily helped but I didn't. He figured a lot but not the vowels.

Well now so to sum up, Kemp's parents have my room number, leaves me a bit uneasy yet waiting anxiously to see what is in store.

Night All (although I think very few know about this place)