Anytime a person dies, I'm always pretty sad about it, whether or not I ever knew about him or her. But then I tell myself that this person is no longer in pain and is closer to God. I can almost imagine the kind of relief and happiness that Pope John Paul II will have when he enters the gates of heaven. I used to be utterly afraid of death (mostly when I was a punk kid and was too afraid to know any better), but now I've started to understand what a sudden complete lack of pain can be, especially after a period of utter pain.
I watched Finding Forrester last night with a bunch of friends I met just 2 weeks ago, and it was easily the best movie of the options that we had, regardless of whether I'd even heard of some of them. It capped a night of interesting events: running to find a car, making bracelets, and watching a Monty Python short, among other things.
Notes (no pun intended): I finally have my first music composition assignment for class (yay), and I have been unofficially commissioned to write another piece for a soprano solo duet with alto sax (and piano). I have a choir tour coming up next weekend, and I'll get to go home for a night, and perhaps see a few of my home friends as well.
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