Yesterday, it felt weird going to sleep because I had posted my daily entries early. I think I’m going to go back to my normal posting due time of midnight, and try to stick to that as best as possible.

It turns out, after I made my post yesterday, I went to Wal-Mart with Dean. I needed a trash can for the apartment, and what better place to get it than at Dean’s parent’s store. I really like this trash can for some strange reason… it was cheap and it was in this really nice shape. I would post a picture, but I’m still working on trying to get pictures working on the blog. After that, I met up with Brian Liu and Dan Sun at the lounge, playing some Mahjong with some ISR peoples. I was also invited to go bowling with some ISR guys, but I decided against it… instead I stuck around to play some rounds of fun fun Mahjong.

It brought back many memories of my Junior year… that’s when I learned how to play this thing. I still remember “bi pi”, our way of calling the white slate (“bi pi” translates to white skin… “Hey! It’s the Dean Knox tile!”). Playing this made me want to learn Mandarin again… but finding out yet again that I cannot, for the life of me, get the intonations. I got to meet Sean (I think that’s how you spell his name), Richard, and Kevin. Oh right, and Austin dropped by to see and play a round of this game he’s never played before. All in all, a great way to end Martin Luther King, Jr. Day… by celebrating a different culture than mine… by… playing Mahjong. Um, yeah, moving on.

This afternoon, I met up with John Kim, a friend I made last semester. Panera is a great place to go to chat. I need to visit more often. We talked briefly, but I was happy we still had our talk.

When I think back to the last 24 hours, I cannot help but to realize the people I’ve come in contact with. (Oh, and I almost forgot, my new roommate, Dave Shim.) I feel so convicted to pray for every single on of them… to talk to them, to keep up with them…

However, my daily routine is still… very routine. Let’s see… I wake up. Pray. Do a bunch of stuff. Eat. Do some more stuff. Then go to WIMPE to work out. Then come home, eat some more stuff. Do some more stuff. Sleep.

Now, it could be boiled down to that… I mean, I could boil it down to: I exist. Period. But I can’t just exist. That’d be silly. There’s clear cut evidence, for me, that there is something much greater for all of us…

For the students, today was their first day. For me, every day continues to be my first day.

Wow, this entry was quite scatterbrained. I hope you didn’t read it, because it looks like one of those posts that are purely for me, when I go into retirement. I might have to make a new category for these kinds of posts.

Really, there are no lessons here.

Oh wait, here comes one.

It was my dad’s birthday today. 49th. He’s going to be 50 next year. It’s my sister’s birthday on the 24th. Her 18th.

I’m getting older. So is everyone I know. I have a feeling that I’m holding on to things because I fear change. The next steps coming, Josh Kim, whether you like it or not.

And so… I pray. I pray for the things that have come. I pray for the things that are now. I pray for the things that will… inevitably… come.

Oh man, it’s gotta be this sappy piano music that’s making me type things like this. I’ve recently come across the entire Yiruma collection, as well as the Spring Waltz OST (yes… a Korean drama…).

Oyez. I thin I’m wasting people’s time. I gotta stop writing garbage like this…

Oh, and I’m #2 on Google for “Josh Kim”. Only the dot com to get rid of. See, this would be easier if I actually got done the main page for joshkim.org…

I’ve gone to WIMPE daily for about two weeks, minus the 12th. I feel like my left arm is going to fall off.

“Pain is estrogen leaving the body.” – Dean Knox

One of these days, I need to write a post about this kid…

Here comes another lesson.

Relationships. Change. I can’t really put it to words right now the lesson I learned about these two words that seemed so hard to understand all those years ago… but I know it’s there. Let me try now. Let’s use me for an example.

The four years of college. I’ve met quite a lot of people. I think I’ve met more people then than all the years of my life before college. But… while I remember the people… I see the change also. I see how they’ve grown, I see how they’ve faltered… but I see change. That change is very evident… and I’m sure those that have seen me have seen me change.

Relationships are based on who you are. What music you like… what clothes you wear… what you like to eat… what you believe in… all these things play a role. It could also be under what circumstances you met… and how geographically close you were. It could be based on weaknesses and strengths in character…

Regardless of whatever the relationship might be based on… change occurs. Situations change. Viewpoints change. People change.

Okay, words are not coming to me today. Maybe that is why I’ve written such a horrible entry. I can’t even finish well. Frick.

Come back tomorrow. Maybe I’ll have sorted all these things out by then.

Oh man, this is bad entry. But it’s so long, it’s gotta go somewhere.

I’m really tired. I’m just going to go read the Bible and sleep.

[THUD]

Fin.

I think after this post, I’m going to seriously start rethinking about how I go about making posts. While “stream of consciousness” writing is good sometimes… I don’t know if for daily posts… dang it. Why do I even feel like I have to make daily posts in the first place?