march.

i was looking forward to march. it's usually better than february.
all i can think about though is how great last march was. how much i miss those months. when everything was pretty near perfect. this march, i jsut feel like the february blues are goign to carry right through it.

i started a prayer journal last night. haven't done that for a really long while... not since like grade six... i'd have to say i really enjoy it. and i think i'm going to keep it going. there's something about writing your prayer down that makes it realer. maybe it's just that i dont' fall asleep in the middle of it or whatever haha but no really. i think it's the action of writing down your deepest darkest thoughts and secrets to God. it seems so much more vulnerable than just merely thinking it. more true.

the first official rugby practice is tomorrow. i'm going to DIE. i am so out of shape. but i know i can run the block at least.
it won't save me. i'm still going to die. *sigh* i remember the first practice last year.
it was totally snowstorming outside... and after, sitting at st. cin's my voice was pretty well gone.
why do i do this to myself? haha better get some rest :P

p.s. happy birthday wayne and auntie sandy :)
p.p.s. yay for return of the king winning all 11 oscars!