Monday, April 30th, 2001
This weekend was fast and slow all at once. I’m not sure how that can be, but it was. I had a mostly good weekend, though. Much getting up early. That sucked. School’s more or less over, and it feels like next week is going to be horrible. When, in fact, next week should be great. Much RENT.
Tonight I went out with Dean, and he was looking for cell phone plates at Target, in the automotive section. I’m not really sure why they would be there, but they were. I would have put them in electronics, because cell phones are an electronic device more than an automotive device. Go Target. While Dean was looking at the whole three plates that they have, I found myself an automotive item: a Powerpuff Girls steering wheel cover! For just $9.99 this gem has become my own. Go Target. It’s wonderful. It was so wonderful that I went to Veronica’s dorm room to get her and show her. She liked it.
I solved a triangle for Cale’s trigonometry test last night. As soon as I had the whole e-mail typed up, I reread what he had written: he figured it out on his own. I was upset that I had done all of that work for nothing, but I got over it very quickly because I realized that I really enjoyed solving that triangle. It was amusing. The Law of Sines prevailed. My mad trigonometry skillz attacked. It was great.
Joe got confirmed today. I was looking over the program and there’s a list of Bible verses to go with each confirmant. What hit me was that one of them was from 2 Thessalonians. In order for there to even be a 2 Thessalonians, there had to be a letter to the Thessalonians. The same goes with Corinthians. What’s significant about this is that Paul had to write these people twice each as opposed to the normal one letter he sent to people that got recorded. It’s like they were über-sinful or something–so bad that one letter couldn’t get it all in. I guess I’m glad I’m not Corinthian or Thessalonian. Heh. (Okay, I admit, that was bad humor).
On a more serious note, there’s always been something about confirmation service that has got to me. Especially in the last three years. In the last three years, I’ve almost started crying in the middle of the service for some reason. I’m not really sure why. It never has anything to do with the confirmants. Ever.
Today, though, I did have something that I don’t normally feel: pride. I had a small sense of pride in Joseph. It’s wasn’t a sense of pride in the fact that he was making public profession that we held the same beliets, because I don’t care about that. He should do what works for him, not me. I think it was part seeing him move closer to adulthood, since confirmation of faith is usually done before you enter your high school years; and another part was the general accomplishment that he had made. I feel strange saying it, but it was there, and I don’t know where it came from.