After waking up around 10 (I'm still recovering from a very tiring week of traveling, haha) I putted around until 12, and then went to get my hair cut. It was slightly pricey, considering the exchange rate, but it came with a 5 minute head massage. I always love watching the people that come into salons as well. The vast majority are just ordinary, slightly worn women looking for a little pampering. And Rainbow Room International does a pretty good job at that.
Afterwards, I walked back to my apartment, debating on whether or not my hair was too short. I had lunch, putted around some more, and then went for a chat at my bible study leader's house. Ros is one of those Godly women that you just want to talk to and listen to, trying to soak in as much of their love and wisdom as possible. So for the next 4 hours, that's what I did. Of course, with two little girls, it wasn't exactly the peaceful image that I might have just painted above. But I walked away with a warm heart and a priceless portrait drawn of me by her 5 year old, Gracie.
I headed onto campus and joined in on a discussion on why God allows pain and suffering. If anyone reading this is interested in hearing reasons, give me an email, or check out the book "The Reason for God" by Timothy Keller. The discussion ended around 7:30, so some friends and I went to the pub on campus so they could get something to eat. It was Guy Fawkes Night, so there were fireworks and bonfires going on around town, but we were a little late for them. Instead, we walked back into town (a nice 45 minute walk) and ended up at this great pub called the Settle Inn. It's adorable. I ended the night talking about languages, accents, and movies. I am learning two languages (unfortunately, neither of them is Spanish). Norwegian and Scottish. (Sidenote: for that one reader who I will keep nameless, remember, there is no Scottish language- well, besides Gaelic. I'm just talking about their accent.) My sentences I am working on:
Norwegian: Det er kaldt ute i dag/kveld. It is cold today/tonight. Mari had to text it to me so I could remember it.
Scottish: The broad bricht moonlicht nicht. I think that one is coming on quite nicely.
Anyway, I have made this a very long post. Sorry. I just have nothing else to do, and am in quite a blogging mood. And guess what?? I see Bailey tomorrow!!
you are hilarious :) haha
ReplyDeleteDang it! I want there to be a language! But I would love to learn the accent just as much and Gaelic would be awesome to know =) Also you got your hair cut by someone not in Oakdale!!!???? I am so PROUD! =)
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