Days With The Lord

This must be the first time in years that I've felt this good.

With Canada, I usually ended up feeling extremely empty/lacking.

But Days is something complete and not easily understood. It's something that involves a lot of careful thinking and assessing and evaluating. I think I did that quite well.

Let me just say that despite everything the Dazers made it out to be, Days certainly did not live up to the hype. But, I did get something from it. And I'm satisfied.

I actually want to get to know God now.

I suddenly understand the other side. The point of view of all those overwrought, i-luff-Jesus type people. I always thought they were nutters, but after Days, I feel that I've achieved this sort of depth of understanding and spiritual achievement that I understand very few people ever get. Or maybe it's just the Days high.

I can imagine that now, all the people who haven't undergone Days With The Lord yet will suddenly think I've turned into this obsessive, corny, God-hugging maniac. Well, I would just like to say that they are such myopic, vindictive airheads who have no perception or depth of thought. You suck.

So anyway. Days was great, as you can deduce. I met some very deep people with issues much worse than mine. I cried, and it felt good. My heart went out to almost all of the speakers every time one of them cried (and a whole bunch of them, all guys, really cried).

And when I poured my heart out to some dude named Sam, it was so refreshing, I went to sleep with happy tears mixed along with the sad ones.

Unforgettable. And I forged bonds with classmates that I otherwise would not have been able to bond with. Especially a certain void.

Don't Forget To Remember Me by Carrie Underwood

18 years have come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they just drug on
We were loading up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talking
Putting off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
"Baby, don't forget

Before you hit the highway
You better stop for gas
There's a 50 in ashtray
In case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a bible
If you ever loose your way

Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me."

This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter remind me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I called momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said,
"Hey momma, don't forget to tell my baby sister I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-mal that I miss her
Yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl
Yeah, I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
Don't forget to remember me."

Tonight I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
But, Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place
Yeah, I know there are more important things
But, don't forget to remember me
Don't forget to remember me