The Jokes on Us

The thrashing of wind against the side of the house, threatening to tear off the siding and smash through the windows was a pleasant wake up call at 3:00 AM last night. They had warned us of a potential weather bomb hitting yesterday, but we had simply laughed it off and disregarded the warning. Who wouldn't with a windless, foggy morning? It was warm and one could hardly see a hundred feet in front of them due to the thick fog, but 160 km/h wind gusts? No way. Perhaps God was attempting to prove a point, not to underestimate the strength of the weather...or maybe we were just reading the warnings wrong and should have expected it to hit later in the evening/night. Whatever the case...I was shuddering out of fear when I woke early in the morning. I was tempted to sleep in the bathtub as it wasn't as loud in the bathroom as it was in my room. I knew that wasn't possible though and trudged back to bed, taking my headphones and plugging them in. Music and sound cancelling head phones couldn't even do the trick as I lay there for hours on end praying that the wind would cease. As terrified as I was when I woke up, I found that fear slowly subsiding despite the continuous wind as I thought about how the disciples must have felt in the boat with Jesus when a great storm hit. I thanked God I wasn't in a boat and continued to pray for the peace I'd need to make it through the night, after dismissing the idea of crying knowing it wouldn't do anything to help the situation I was in and would only give me a rather unpleasant headache I wouldn't be able to sleep off. Despite windy nights and lack of sleep, things in St. John's have been relatively calm. Yes you might ask "How so?" with exams forcing students to live in the library and sip caffeinated beverages to the point of dehydration, but with only two exams to write it hasn't been so horrible. I have been preparing for my linguistics exam which is to commence this Saturday (tomorrow) and feel ready for it. My English exam is next Thursday and after receiving a 91% on my last essay I do not feel so agitated about it as other things. The Saturday after that exam I wake at a horrid hour once again and make my journey back home to Alberta. The Christmas season is upon us and I've been in the mood since August. Christmas songs, candles, baking and activities have been all about and I couldn't be more happy with where I am this year. God has blessed me with wonderful friends and family and has given me a wonderful place to live. I hope we can all sit back on Christmas and enjoy each other's company while celebrating the birth of Christ. I can only imagine how glorious a day it will be when he returns and we can all celebrate more than we ever have. My prayers go out to you all and I hope you have a Merry Christmas if I do not get to update this by the 25th. Angie's Quote of the Day: Angie and Mrs. Woodman are in the food court in the mall. Mrs. Woodman goes on a tangent... "Well...there's some hard looking skeets comin' in here." Angie's ipod reference: "Well...there's some hard looking alerts comin' in here." Definition of Skeet(s): "Someone who wears flatbib hats, heavy chains, probably a windbreaker that has faux fur with pants too big walking like a gangster who steals stuff and wears inappropriately and says "mudder", not "mom" or "mother". He probably loves Ches' fish and chips." God Bless.