I suppose there really isn't too much to write about since the last time I blogged, which wasn't all that long ago. I must say, I am proud of myself. Finals ended not too long ago. That is a huge relief. I had four finals in four days, and in the mornings no less. My first final, being Spiritual Formation, wasn't a hard exam. Seriously, how can you say that someone is formed spiritually wrong? You don't worship God the right way!!!!! Yeah, right. That evening brought about new stress and distraction, so the concept of studying for my Life of Christ final the next day was way over my head. Laying down in bed around 12:30-1:00 with no hope of sleeping, my mind began to wander. I thought of how badly I wanted someone to talk to and how, with my roommate asleep and the main building locked, chances of finding a someone were slim. However, doesn't God always have other plans? Yes. Yes He does. God gave me Nadia that night. I know I mentioned this in my last entry, but didn't come close to doing the story justice, so let me expand. I was heading to the lounge, deserted at this time of night, to study. She was awake and headed to an empty room to study when we met up. She asked how my day was and, I admit, I may have mumbled a few profanities. However, we sat down in the hallway and I poured it out, and I mean I really poured it out. After my rant, she smiled and pulled me into a huge hug, kissed my cheek and said "you and I are incredibly similar." It was just what I needed. Then, we began to relate, and throw stories back and forth. Her study buddy gave up waiting for her and went to bed. I felt awful and apologized over and over. She barely noticed, knowing that God had brought us together that crazy night/morning just for this. We sat in the hallway talking until about 4:00. Finally, we decided to study a bit together. Why not, right? Unfortunatley, Nadia's growling stomache was very distracting, so we made a pot of macaroni and then we studied. We worked through a ridiculous amount of comprehension questions focusing on Luke and John until around 5:30 when we both realized that our chances of writing two essays on such little sleep wasn't realistic, so we called it a night. Funny how God gives you people just like that. That final went smoothly. The next day, I was due to write Psychology. At this point, I was ready to hurt something or someone. Not in a literal sense, of course. I have nothing against Bethany, but several things had piled up at this point and, more than anything, I wanted off of that ridiculous campus and away form those ridiculous people. All I wanted to do was dress in a brown trench coat, go into a dingy coffee shop and write an award-winning novel while drinking myself into oblivion...using coffe of course. That night, I was blessed again. Near tears, Jerilee and I called home to ask for a ride just to get away for a while. Unfortunately, it didn't end up working that night and I felt I was at the end of my rope. Then Kim came. She lent Jerilee and I her car, which we used to drive to Saskatoon to our utopia - Tim Hortons. What a beautiful name. We were worried, as our generation of Bethany students prefers Tim Hortons to any other resturant in the city, and curfew had been abolished for the week, so therefore, Timmy's runs were frequent. However, the blessings poured out onto us. The one Bethany student that we saw the entire evening waved at us as he drove through the drive-thru. There were no distractions for us as I studied Psychology and Jerilee loomed over Minor Prophets. Well, actually, the couple talking about how drunk they were when they got whichever tatoos was kind of distracting, but hey, I can't complain. Our escape was a success and our final the next morning went amazingly well. Praise the Lord! Our last final was Bible Survey, which was the one I was definitely the most afraid of. Therefore, I decided to begin studying early. I locked myself in my room all afternoon and the earlier part of the evening. That night, Jerilee and I, and some of our friends went to play pool in the city. We were out until 3:00 on the morning of our final. It definitely wasn't as smooth as the others but it was definitely my hardest class. Plus, it was my last final and I wanted out. As soon as it was written, I fled to my room to wait for my mom. When people would come by and ask the ridiculous over-used question of: "Whatcha up to?" my simple response was: "Hiding." It was true. As I'm sure you can guess, finals did end, my mom did come, she drove me home, and that is where I sit right now, releasing my relief of unmentioned things at this poor, helpless computer. I like it. There is joy, however. For those of you who have me on msn, my name lately has been "un-happy Hailey" or Ex-Girlfriend" or something negative of the sort. However, if you come on again, you will se it has been recently changed to "New Mindset: You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine."
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Again, I will have to agree with my last post and drag it on to say life isn't easy. Life isn't easy. However, I've been blessed. As I said in my last blog entry, I wasn't really looking forward to the Christmas banquet that happened on friday. Honestly, it was just as hard as I expected it to be, maybe even a little bit harder, but the before and after parts of the banquet were what made the whole evening for me. After a stupidly long afternoon of registering for next semester's classes, the girls in North Court began to get in beauty mode, but not just for ourselves, but for each other. One girl curled my newly-dyed pink hair into tight curls and pinned it up into a really pretty messy thing. It felt and looked awesome, I have to admit. Another thing was my jewellery. It was kinda cheap and some of the stones on my necklace and earrings were falling out of line. People set to work helping me fix everything, while paniting my nails and taking pictures. Not only was everyone good to me, but we all took care of each other. I wish you could see the pictures! Anyway, we all got done up and went to the ad building, where we waited for whatever was going to happen next, as if we knew what that was. Once we got there, we ate a lot of food, had a funny program peformed for us, and sang some carols. After the program was over, everyone took pictures of everyone...and I literally mean everyone! It was psychoticly fun! The crowds pittered out and everyone began to go their seperate ways. Jerilee and I went up to our friend Chris and asked him if he was doing anything that evening, and he replied with, "I dunno, am I?" He was. The three of us and our friend, Skylar, went to the city, all dressed up. We hit a Tim Horton's first thing, and I got an extra large hazelnut hot smoothie. Divine, to say the least. Then we went to the mall to catch a movie, but we were late and they were all dumb anyway, so we ended up cramming all four of us into one small photo booth. Again, I wish you could all see the pictures. The two guys had never been in a photo booth before so it was just funny to hear their reactions. We spent the remainder of the eneving driving around the city looking for extranagant Christmas lights displays. Unfortunately, in spite of all the fun I was having, I was sorta holding in some hurt and stress, and holding that in is particularly bad for me, and I felt quite feverish so I couldn't even get out of the car to take pictures when Skylar and Jerilee went into someone's yard to hug their inflatable penguins. Chris took pictures for me though. Yet again, I wish you could see them. It's funny, because if my family reads this, they will see them. So the evening turned out good in amongst everything that has happened. Everyone is so patient with me, even when I'm ridiculously weepy, still knows for spontaneous bursts of crying. However, life is still "grand" in the words of Julian. Exams are half over, and just last night, a girl named Nadia and I bonded to such a degree that, when we finally looked at the time, it was four this morning, so we continued to hang out and study til about five thirty. Well, I'm tired but life continues. I'm so excited to go home on thursday, it's ridiculous. I want to let down the stress and get out of the bubble. I miss my family, and now I can spend real time with them. Merry Christmas.
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