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Playing on the jukebox: "Our God Is With Us" by Steven Curtis Chapman.

A line from this song always gets me:

"But for all of us who journey/through the dark abyss of loneliness/There comes a great announcement - 'We are never alone'

Oh, the maker of each heart that breaks/The giver of each breath we take/Has come to earth and given hope its birth!"

How cool would that be to work for SCC?! I've been wondering exactly how my life is going to go after I graduate college. I've considered corporate America. I've considered missions work. I've considered being a truck driver. I just have not discovered what I really have a passion for. But, I think I would be a very happy camper if I could work for my favorite music artist ever, Steven Curtis Chapman.

I could be a roadie. I'd fetch water and tune guitars. Maybe I could be his personal assistant - scheduling interviews and guarding him against paparazzi. I don't really care what I would do, as long as it meant I could spend time with the man. Honestly, for that question that asks what person would you choose to spend a day with, SCC would be it. It would be so great to hang around him and his family. I know the man isn't perfect, but he's genuine and wise.

The strange thing is, I'm not sure if all that would be a good use of my life. I'll get to see the man in heaven. Why not do something more constructive with my life? The dilemma continues...

Playing on the jukebox: "Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus)" by Chris Rice, "Who Am I" by Casting Crowns & "Let Me Praise You Now" by Fred Hammond and Radical for Christ.

Sitting down to write these entries always seems difficult. I have to sift through all that's going through my head and figure what is worthy of writing down. It seems that there are always certain thoughts that stick with me. Continuing to journal them seems repetitive, yet necessary.

I'm so busy and so tired with this new schedule of mine. Mondays and Wednesdays are the worst. I leave the apartment around 5:20am and don't get back until 10:30pm. Working at Sully's again is really throwing my sleep schedule off. It's nice extra money, though. Tuesdays and Thursday nights are the only times that I don't have anything going on in the evenings. I'm beginning to understand that I really like (and miss) the collegiate lifestyle. Part of this dissatisfaction stems from the fact that, as I walk through the ADM parking lot, I am always thinking "I hate this job. I don't want to be here. I want to go back to sleep." I like ADM as a company, but this position I'm in now is not what I want to do. I'm so bored, it's pathetic.

Playing on the jukebox: "More to This Life" by Steven Curtis Chapman, "Who Am I" by Casting Crowns and "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None The Richer.

I finished my orientation at ADM today. I'm really impressed with the effort and organization that has been displayed by their College Relations staff. They are making this a very enjoyable experience. My roommate, William, is quite the character. I had been praying and wondering how I am going to show Christ to my roommates. Thursday night, the topic of relationships had me confess my virginity and it just progressed from there.

The thing that I can't get him to understand is that I can have a meaningful, satisfying relationship with a woman and sex not be involved. I suppose it's because he's thinking with a worldly mind.

Playing on the jukebox: "I Still Believe" by Jeremy Camp, "Holy Is the Lord" by Christ Tomlin and "Never Underestimate My Jesus" by Relient K.

Well, that's it! The spring semester is over. I don't have to worry about school for another...11 days. That's okay. I'm really psyched that my plans to graduate next May are coming together. I found out that, for my internship, I am going to be working in ADM's corporate headquarters. So, any chance of being able to wear Dockers is out. It's dress suit all the way. So, I have to pick up a few jackets, shirts, and pairs of slacks. I see my total profit from this summer dropping already.