In the air

One thing I hate is stress. I do my best to avoir it, but when i sit down to write a blog, itsa all I can think about. But I WONT WRITE ABOUT IT, it will only make it worse. I AM NOT stressed. (it happens so rarely to me, i dont know what to do with it) My dad asked me today if I felt fulfilled, doing what I am doing. or, actually, i htink he just asked if i felt fulfilled in general. I was talking to Raul yesterday and said to him something i really missed was fellowship...i said "at bible school, god always seemed like he was around the corner". i think part of what i feel is missing in my life, is missing because there isn't a group that i regularily share myself with...as a group. i mean, i have a group of friends, and i have someone to talk to usually, whenever i need to, if daniel or raul or janna aren't around, i can talk to armando, to alex maybe sometime, or my dad or mom...its not that i feel i have no one to talk to. its different when you talk in a group setting, though. truth be told, right now, i DONT feel fulfilled. i feel BUSY, but its not the same. when camp rolls around in march, i will feel BUSY. i'm praying for... ah. i dont know. something. i'm thrilled right now, the local drunk just walked into the cyber cafe and shook my hand, squeezed my shoulder and patted my side. It's a definite improvement on his usual calling of "alright!" and "i love you" (his only english phrases) ,sprawled on the pavement of the sidewalk. i think he likes me.