iChef Journal [12.07.2001 Friday] I'm sitting at Mikey's computer, just typing away about today. I just came back from working on a project for class. My group met up at Max's place. He lives a bit south over near Mesa Community College. He's really got a nice pad: it's all fixed up, clean, has a foosball table, a nice big flat screen TV. Sometimes at school, Max get's a little antsy and complains about wanting to go home, and now I can see why: his place is really nice. We worked on our project at his place, with 2 computers going and the TV playing to no one in the background. We went at it for a couple hours, sorting through some code, and discussing what to do to solve the little problems we had for our java programming assignment. After a while, we ordered some pizza. It was really funny because Max ended ordering it online. Billy, Jay and I were pretty amazed by it all as we watched him click away our pizza delivery from Domino's. We were like a bunch of little kids taking the bus for the first time: pretty excited about somthing so simple. You should have seen us. The delivery worked, and we ended up chowing down to pepperoni / mushroom and hawaiian pizza. We huddled in the living room, watching the cable: just chilling. Then some weird stuff happened. I think the content on the cable kind of gave way to conversations of gals. Eventually one of the guys ends up sticking in some DVD that wasn't too good. That's when it got kind of weird. I didn't know what to do. I really didn't want to watch the video, but I didn't want to say anything. So, I just sat there, and it wasn't good. But, soon, Max asks me if I got to church, "you're not a church boy are you?" and if it offends me and stuff. And I kind of just mutter something about how I really don't appreciate the content. He then felt really bad, and ended up pulling out the DVD and appologized to me. Then he went about asking me where I go to church, where it was located, and if I drink (and he said he wished he didn't drink). I was really greatful that his conscience was strained for that moment. I don't know why he ended up asking me, but I'm greatful that God helped me in this way. I'd hope that my behavior was a result of his reaction, but I'm not too sure: just greatful that it turned out this way. So now all the guys in my group know that I go to church and stuff. This situation brought me back 4 years ago when I was a freshman at UCSD. Just learning on the go, and dealing with stuff that I never really had to deal with before. Looking back, I can see how God's really shown me a lot and been there each step of the way. I think I get a real good kick out of it when people surprise me with their conscience - with unexpected compassion. Like when my buddy Raffi would share that the he just wanted to get a good job and settle down with a family or he would ask me if I was okay when I told him about Dad's heart attack. Stuff like that just encourages me to love other people. So we ended up playing foosball and wrapping up the night. None of us had much energy after the pizza. Billy ended up taking me home and now I'm here. I was supposed to go to Kathy Chung's birthday party, but I'm kind of tired, so i'm here typing away. ___________________________________________ | previous | journal (i need a good name) | next |