.gifts. weird things.

Another weird day. Last night I dreamed vividly that Meags was in the Fine arts building, separate from me. Today I thought about it, visualized Meaghan wandering around. Then I came home tonight and just about shat myself to see her handwritten note on my compy: she had indeed, wandered around fine arts today. Sadly, I was in the building the whole time and managed to miss her. (Come back, Meaghan, lets do a fine arts luncheon). Freaked me out a lot.
Also, today was distribution of holiday love from me to my buddies, as I'm sure Meags saw by the baking squalor of my room and rolls of empty cellophane wrap everywhere. It was appreciated. Gifts are my love language...sharing and presents have got to be my favourite things, on the giver side. I love that little "for me?" look on people's faces. I gave my cool book to Roozy, wrapped up in string and newspaper. It was after a long day of set-up for the opening of the show. He opened it and came perilously close to tears. Ten points for good gifts. I was terribly embarrassed to be around when that happened though...Amelie had the best do-gooder tactic: guerilla style. Quick: comment assignment: the best gifts are _____. Finish that sentence in your comments. Be creative. In my opinion, the best gifts are anonymous. I like adoration too much.

Oh, yeah, and my friend Jeanette stopped me in the hall today at 1:00 am, and she was crying her eyes out. I assumed that an essay had gone wrong, but it turned out that she had been reading Sartre or Neitzsche, and she had realized that her faith in God was utterly lacking, So she became Christian right there. I mean, this girl is your run of the mill FA student, I didn't expect it at all. That and it's been so long since someone became Christian that I really have become awkward about the emotional aspects of conversion. A few ATFs turned me off of tears when it came to God. But yeah, she had been waiting for an hour for me to walk by so she could tell me. I don't know how to react. I'm sure this is the part where I should invite her to my church potluck and hand her A Purpose Driven Life, right? No one here fits into the WOW worship so-you're-a-Christian-now formula.