Fresh Air

First and foremost, what's with the lack of blogging recently? Yeah, that's right. I'm calling out everyone that I follow. Who do I follow? Just look to the right in the "where.else" column and you'll find out.

I have no idea why I am blogging, no idea what this entry is or will be about. Probably just going to be me blabbering about a bunch of random stuff. Hey cool, blabbering is a word!

School is picking up, as expected, and I think we'll get to see how badly I get owned by not keeping up. I've learned a lot about, pretty much, everything since starting. Mostly, I've learned a lot about myself as well as a lot about why Calgary is better than Edmonton. It's the strangest thing when my radio is on in the morning, and I hear the hosts raving about how the Calgary sports teams are so awesome. Yeah, sure the Stamps are fantastic this year, but the hockey season hasn't even began and they're drinking some Calgary 'lames kool-aid already. This is why, I am making it a mission that I will be buying Oilers t-shirts and wearing them in school whenever the Oilers play. So far, I have got my hands on - not literally, yet - on an Eberle shirt. I'm just waiting on a Hall and Paajarvi. Then we'll see how people respond to that. Of course I won't be wearing them in the streets when I'm by myself, or at least cover myself up because I don't want to get beat up; but, when I get the chance, I will expose my, uhh.. loyalties.

People say that you are what you eat; I'm going to take this a step further and say that I am what I study. Last night, or probably this morning, I had a dream about being a hockey player. I have no idea why, don't ask. So, as dreams would have it, something always goes wrong. I wake up into my dream and we're preparing for the final game held at the West Edmonton Mall rink. Our team was the big time underdogs against the big and heavy favorites. I forgot to bring my stick, skates, everything. For some reason, I was putting on a lot of snow clothes as if I was getting ready to go skiing. Then just as I'm about to go onto the ice after being freaked out at how big the opposing players were, I woke up. I am not going to lie, I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to find out what happened. I have no idea how that has to do with being what I study, but maybe because it's hockey related, and that seems to be what my a big chunk of this entry is about.

Some people know that I follow hockey rather closely. And I get called a nerd a lot, most commonly by one called Jennifer Fung. I don't mind so much, because I find it funny that she'll go out of her way to let me know about it by sticking the word "nerd" somewhere that did not blend in to the rest of what she says. But I digress. I was thinking about how much time I've put into reading and learning about this game, and how if I never got into it, where would I be today. I sometimes try to make it less obvious that I'm a freak for the game by acting dumb and pretending like I don't know something happened. However, I primarily consider myself a soccer player first and foremost, then a floor hockey player. I've always been pretty good with my hands, so I've never had trouble picking up sports that required the hands (at least the basics of it). I've been better at soccer than hockey all my life, until I thought about it recently.

I play soccer a ton more than I play hockey, but to my recent memory, I remember being way better at making a difference when playing hockey than I do playing soccer. Maybe because when it comes to soccer, people are generally more competent - maybe not. But I remember after our May day hockey destroying of the Cantonese congregation in that game, my dad said that I can control the game way better in hockey than soccer. That caught my attention a bit, because I never thought it would be possible. So, after thinking about it, I realized that maybe it's because I am so emerged with the sports, a lot of the stuff in my brain translates to my hands. So, is it fair to say that if I followed soccer as close as I did hockey, that I'd be pretty darn good too? Probably not. I still prefer playing soccer to hockey, but I love the hockey game once in a while. Great, now I want to clobber the Chinese again. Haha.

Does anyone else find it dumb how a prof would go out of their way to slap something onto their course syllabus that has absolutely nothing to do with the course to try to get you to do something? I am bothered by the fact that my evangelism and missions professor made it a requirement to go to ministry chapels once a month. I am not saying that going to chapel is a bad thing, but it's really not necessary for the course. If it was my theology class, I would understand. But now, I have to go out of my way once a month to stay late at school just to pass a class. It's probably not the fact that I have to stay that bothers me, it's the fact that I have to find a way home afterwards, when it's dark, that aggravates me. Oh well, I'll suck it up.

I get to go home this next weekend for Thanksgiving and see my sister get baptized. I remember when I got baptized. It was fun. All the presents and attention that I got.. uhh, I mean, declaring my faith was so refreshing. It was after I got baptized that my life really started to change. So to anyone that says they're not ready to be baptized, you never will be. Just do it, and you won't regret it.

How's that for random?