(What's with the blank gap at the end?)

Obviously this is coming from a religious background, but it's a message I think most people agree with.

I'm glad that this idea is actually getting some work done.

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"What's going on
Could this be my understanding
It's not your fault
I was being too demanding
I must admit
It's my pride that made me distant
All because
I hoped that you'd be someone different

There's not much I know about you
Fear will always make you blind
But the answer is in clear view
It's amazing what you'll find face to face

I turned away
Because I thought you were the problem
Tried to forget
Until I hit the bottom
But when I faced you
In my blank confusion
I realized you weren't wrong,
It was a mere illusion

It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
When you finally get involved face to face"

I've started neglecting to wear my shoes. It's both painful and fun. Ah, life.



Good night!

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Greetings, mortals.

I keep saying this, but I'm going to say it again: I really need to start keeping a more convenient journal for random scrawlings. I reckon I could scrounge together some good poetry from the junk that rattles around in my noggin, but I never write any of it down and I don't have the ability to call it forth at will.

I used to be so book-minded. I read almost constantly in elementary school, and almost as much in middle school. I could still crank through a novel pretty quick in high school but I tended to do other things. Since I got to college...I've maybe read a dozen books all the way through. Not counting reading for class.

And I think it shows. I certainly like the way I've grown up, the areas I've matured in, and just the general way I've turned out. But one thing I still miss is being able to keep my nose in a book for hours on end. I used to know so many stories. I've forgotten more characters and plot points then most people ever learn about. Or maybe not. I dunno, I just feel like that a lot.

I enjoy stories. I like telling them almost as much as I enjoy knowing them myself. Lately I've been reading a bit more...I re-read the Night Angel trilogy, which is pretty neat. I was trying to read A Song of Ice and Fire, but honestly it can get pretty long-winded and there's a lot of stuff in there that I'd rather not read. I'm trying to read Les Miserables, which is partially the reason I'm in this wistful mood. It's also quite long-winded, and archaic, and I barely understand most of the context (I'm a non-expert on both French culture and history) but for some reason I quite enjoy it. It reminds me of when I read The Count of Monte Cristo...not that they're similar. I should re-read that too.

Read more, kids. It's good for your brain.

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It's like this:



EXCEPT NOT FUNNY AT THE END.

Probably more later. A lot later.

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