And Your Love is the Music of My Heart...
I actually enjoy driving long distances by myself. The key to that sentence is by. my. self. Sorry for all of you that I've taken road trips with.. it's not that I didn't enjoy my time with you... I just enjoy my alone time as well. And if you've taken a road trip with me, and I haven't been the driver, then you know that I'm either 1. grumpy or 2. sleeping. So the key to road trip success with Molly just happens to be to let me drive and let me control the music... or at the very least, let me control the music.
I like to drive by myself because I like to listen to the most random music, that if another person were in the car with me, they'd totally be judging. I like music that makes me laugh or feel nostalgic because of a memory related to a song. I am also a repeat offender. I can listen to the same song over and over again. I like to learn the words, I like to analyze their meanings, and i like to pretend like I'm a rockstar in concert (dude you know you do it too!). It's quite therapeutic actually. Some of my best thinking takes place when I'm driving... its a good place to cry too FYI... well as long as you're not sobbing and impairing your driving ability, if that's the case, might I suggest pulling over on the side of the road for your safety and mine.
Today, as I was driving home from BWI I had the urge to listen to old school New Found Glory. Uh.. what? Random. I used to love NFG but they haven't had a new CD come out in awhile and I probably havent listened to them in 2 years. BUuuUUUTTttt I gave in to the urge and found them on my ipod (side note... mollys+ipods+stop and go traffic= probably a not so awesome idea). Oh man I was having fun listening to them. The words came back to me with such ease and I just enjoy their sound. It was a lot of fun actually.
My trip home from Baltimore wasnt such a bust afterall... plus I got to spend time with a friend on the way up there and that was fun. Amanda (the chick I drove) was my RA at Liberty my junior year and one of my crazy roommates off campus our senior year. That house was one giant ball of emotional goodness. It's fun that she and I both live near eachother again so that I have another friend to hangout with in good ole, black hole stafford, va.
*** AND another thing I almost forgot...
My WONDERFUL friend Laura from seminary (one of the best things that came out of my time in the big D) is a copy editor for LifeWay and she called a few days ago and asked if I would do some freelance writing for her department. I'm going to be working on some sunday school material. So even though it's not a fulltime job, it's a neat opportunity and when it's all said and done, I'll be a published writer. How stinkin sweet is that? Praise the Lord for this because I was really beginning to feel like a loser who has contributed nothing to society. I'm nervous about this but really excited for this learning experience. Let's pray I dont completely stink at the whole writing thing because how embarassing will it be to have Laura read my stuff and secretly laugh at my suckiness... plus ya know the people that actually end up doing these sunday school lessons. I dont want them to hate me either or for it to distract from the message God has in the Scripture being studied. Oh man, Im nervous! This was all just super unexpected.
so when people ask me if i have a job yet... can i just say, "i'm a freelance writer" even though its just for something small? I'm tired of feeling lame and it just sounds so cool.
Actually speaking of, I'm just plain tired. It's 3am. I need sleep. Busy weekend ahead. Shout out to my girl Mary who had a birthday today (technically yesterday). I love you Murr and I'm so glad you were born. You make my life happier and you raise my maturity level higher just by being you. Thank you for being my friend. I hope Penn State wins this weekend in honor of your awesomeness.