Secrets of Winnipeg

There is more than meets the eye with a city such as Winnipeg. Often people get caught up in the huge city centers such as malls, theatres, parks, etc. However, there is much more to a city if you take the time to explore it. There is such beauty in the small things and Winnipeg is a city which proves this.
Today, I discovered an amazing ice cream parlour with a friend. This place does not receive enough credit for how great it is. Bridge Drive-In has apparently the best ice cream in Winnipeg which is something I have been unaware of for an entire year. Something as amazing as BDI should be advertised by word of mouth much more than it actually is. Then again, maybe it receives its magic in its mystery. Once the mystery is gone, so is the magic. It may not be mysterious in the eerie, creepy sense but mysterious in the unknown, something different sense.
Maybe I am being extremely naive when it comes to this place. Maybe it is well-known and I am just the last to know. However, this place is special to me because it is something new, something different. To me, it holds a certain mystery because I have not been there before. As well, it is a place now where I can hold a special memory. It is a place where I connected with an old friend; someone I was not close with before based on my misunderstanding. Often people judge others based on their own understandings and forget about change of perspective. Not everyone is the same, and so when you are getting to know someone it is best to keep in mind the change of perspective. Their views may be different than yours but they are still wonderful in their own way. This magic I discovered at BDI. Like my friend, it is a place of different perspective. It is not like the mall, the theatre or the park in that everyone loves it. No, it is different and reveals a completely different side of Winnipeg. The secret is, that there is much more to a city or person if you take the time to explore it. The surface will always be there but the heart you have to dig for.

Alberta Bound....soon

Today I decided that I am coming home for Thanksgiving. Originally, I was just going to stay here at Providence and get a ton of work done. However, recently I have really felt like I need to go home for a few days. Since I live in Alberta, I am not able to go home every weekend like most students here. It was so random. I was dead set on not going home Thanksgiving weekend and all of a sudden today I decided otherwise. Unfortunately, I am always deciding last minute on when I am coming home and so my parents are unable to find sales on tickets. Thankfully, they are just happy I'm coming home and do not care how many air miles they have to use. I am so excited for Thanksgiving now and cannot believe that it is less than two weeks away. Crazy.

Mondays are not Fundays

I hate Mondays, and not just because it is the end of the weekend and beginning of the week, but because it just plain sucks. First of all, I have an 8:30 a.m. class and it kills me. Second of all, everyone has an evening class, so I am stuck doing nothing all alone for three hours. Finally, it is care group night. I know that I should love care group; it is a time to get to know the other girls in my dorm. However, it feels like forced bonding. Most of the time we sit in a circle and talk about our feelings which is something I don't like. I already have a hard enough time telling my mom how I feel, why should I feel comfortable about telling a bunch of girls my high points and low points of the week. In conclusion, Mondays are not fundays; there is nothing fun about them.

Dumb Regret

Today I discovered how much I miss volleyball. There was the women's volleyball game today against CMU and it was hard for me to watch. It has been three years since I've played and it is not fun having to watch others play it. Last year I was too scared to try out because I was only a freshmen and figured I had to get used to the school first before joining a sport. I was committed to trying out this year until I saw what seemed to be a million freshmen girls who had legs for days and had been recruited for the team. I chickened out again this year and now I am deeply regretting it. I just do not understand why I tried out for basketball (a sport I've never played before) but not volleyball (a sport I've played for most of my life). Maybe it is because if I fail in basketball I can blame it on my experience where if I fail in volleyball I can only blame it on my skill level. It is going to be difficult to watch the girl's volleyball season this year, but lets hope that I love basketball as much as I did volleyball.

unFORTUNEately

Fortune cookies are seriously my highlight of the day. I look forward to budging in the international line to get a fortune cookie. However, there are people out there that think it is hilarious to ruin this moment of mine. Seriously, a fortune cookie is not the same when it is crushed. Somebody today massacred my fortune cookie and I was not impressed. Shortly after, another somebody tried to stab my other one with a fork but my hand fortunately got in the way. The whole excitement in a fortune cookie is cracking it open. When it is broken, or smashed into pieces, it is not the same. This is a warning to anyone out there. Do not mess with my fortune cookies!

Screamo

I am all for expressing yourself during worship, but when your unique style of worshiping distracts others from focusing on God, I am not a huge fan. 2 a.m. worship for Day of Prayer was amazing; the music, the attendance, everything. However, one thing really bothered me. This guy moved in behind me and caught me off guard. I am used to every one's voices blending together in a beautiful way, but he brought a new style of worship I've never experienced before. All I could hear, above the booming drums, was his voice screaming out the lyrics. When I say screaming, I do not mean like singing the lyrics passionately as loud as he could; I mean ear-piercing screaming. I already hate screamo music, so to have him bursting out every word was a total distraction. In fact he was screaming so loud directly behind me that I could feel his breath moving my hair. I wanted to be open to it but it was almost too much to handle. I think his passion is definitely there but I think next time he needs to take that passion to the very front where it can blend with the loud music.

Just Sitting

One thing I learned today is that it is okay to sit at a table in the cafeteria for an entire hour. What is the rush? I don't understand why people eat and then leave as soon as they're done. That used to be me, but today after I was eating I just sat there. Interestingly enough, people came and left my table and it was awesome. I got to talk to many different people during one meal time. Who cares if you have an empty tray, it is fine to just sit there and visit with people when they're eating. It's kind of like life. As cheesy as it is, it's true. Everyone is always in a hurry and people don't realize that good things come when you just sit and do nothing. Just sitting; it's the new adventure.