All the other girls here are stars, you are the northern lights.

I know, putting song lyrics as the title of a blog is so cliche. You're going to have to live with it for now, because that Josh Ritter line is pure gold.

It's been a few weeks since any updates, partly because I'm never at Biola for more than a couple of days anymore, and partly because my time here is filled with homework. And if I'm not doing homework, I'm thinking about it, or stressing over it, or planning for it, etc.

Here's an example of my travels:

This weekend I left Thursday night to go to a play in Glendale with Stef and Brendan (and Joel, of course), spent the night at Joel's house, and then came back on Friday to go to class, then to Irvine. Saturday was Julie's housewarming party in LA, spent the night at Joel's again, and Sunday was supposed to be back to Biola day. However, Joel got terribly sick and we had to go to urgent care in the evening. He had a temperature of 103. I took care of him last night and this morning, and left him still sick this afternoon to get to my 3pm class. I realized for the first time that when you love someone this much, you want to be with them all the time and do whatever is in your power to help them get better. I caught myself hoping that I'd do just the right combination of things so that he would get better immediately... I wish it worked that way. Seeing someone you love in physical pain is the worst.

That's usually how weekends go, minus the sick part. I'm running around southern California, making plans, nurturing friendships, spending time with Joel, and somehow getting work done too. Sometimes I feel guilty when Biola friends tell me I'm never around anymore, and then I remember how typical that description is of a last-semester senior. Especially one who's got a full plate.

Can someone give time a call and tell him to go faster? His pace is killing me!

I only have one class in the early morning tomorrow, so I might drive to Joel's again to continue taking care of him if he isn't feeling better. I don't care if it takes an hour, and it's taking me away from campus again... the urge to get him better is way more important, I think.

Ciao!