a terrible 24 hrs (revisited)

sometimes when i write, it is a painful thing. i start to tell it like it is and suddenly my words turn on me. they change the truth and make what i'm writing not at all "like it is." 

if you've read Till We Have Faces, by CS Lewis, you'll really know what i mean. i think there's a lot of lewis in his main character, orual. i think there's a lot of me in her.

anyway, this is what has happened. my words have turned on me, and as i wrote the last entry (entitled a terrible 24 hrs) this voice (the "i told you so voice" with the humble attitude) told me that i was telling the story all wrong. so i'll tell it again.

sometimes you pray and God answers back.

the last 24 hrs have been interesting for me, and maybe for you if you keep reading.

it actually all started with lunch at roosters. i needed to get out of the house, and a friend needed to get out of the house. so we got out of the house, and i had some pretty good fish tacos and better company.

after watching a movie, i went home and i wrote. i haven't written in quite some time, so it was good. the writing wasn't good, but it was exercise. even a bad run is still better than sitting on the couch like a potato.

i realized that i was running a little behind for the poetry competition i was going to. i managed to get dressed, find gum, and get to the competition in time to greet sarah's parents (sarah's representing CHS at the competition) and meet up with my salt lake teacher friend, linda. (who is a riot to sit next to. non-stop talk. linda always has something to say.) linda told me there's an english position open at her school, to which i am now going to apply.

sarah did a great job and blamed me for jinxing her, which i'm really glad, because she performed really well and should have moved on to the second round. she recited one of my favorite poems. 

after the competition i met the guy (his name is actually guy) who runs the competition and he invited me to the arts council dinner and said we could get a visiting artist to come to our school next year for the competition. 

the long ride home was shortened by a phone call with nate and ash. i promptly fell dead asleep, woke up early, made a trip to school, and got some ideas for the hit play i'm writing.

when i got home, i plugged in a disk to fix my computer and watched a movie while it did its magic. the movie was pretty good, called "breach" and it had a happy ending.

after the movie, i thought i might die if i had to send my computer back to apple or spend more money on it, but miraculously it is fine.

so, it's been a strange 24 hrs, but i can't help but feel like there's been someone watching out for me the whole time.