Friday. 2.4.11 8:27 pm
How does this happen to me twice in a year? SO beat up.
I wonder how many of these posts I have laying around that I'm not going to recognize if I got back and read them later. That's...something to think about.
Thursday. 2.3.11 1:32 pm
I was trying to hook up with one of the Christian groups on campus a couple of weeks ago, and by complete chance I stumbled upon a completely different but fairly awesome group of people. In fact, I thought they WERE RUF until I mentioned it and they gave me a very confused look. That was a hilarity.
I was hanging out with them again last night, and they gave me real hope for the future. Truth be told, I really miss my youth group. It's more than just the friends I have there...I miss them separately. I miss having a body to worship with! Even at the church I go to now, I don't really know anyone and I'm sort of uncomfortable with the friends I go with. But these guys are just...so awesome. I only know Jordan, and even then I've only known him for like 2 weeks. But it felt so good to be there them! I'm super lucky. Super blessed, even! Though I really always have been...
I'm already using Photoshop pretty heavily. Definitely worth the purchase. I found a contest on campus to design the tee shirt for Earthday Birthday, with a $500 prize! How awesome would it be to win? I'll tell you. So awesome. More than $500 worth of awesome!
The only problem is that I had to redo my design because the dot size I was employing was way too small and now I'm having trouble making part of it look right. But that's OK! I have a month, sort of. So I'll take my time and DO MY HOMEWORK.
Speaking of which, gotta go and take a quiz. Add this to my record for FASTEST ENTRY WRITTEN EVAR.
Monday. 1.31.11 1:53 pm
This guy is my hero. From his blog:
"Most who read my novels do so to step out of the box. We find authenticity between the lines with characters who struggle with impossible situations and descend into deep valleys to discover life. Itís not neat, itís not tidy, itís often unnerving, sometimes terrifying. But for us, itís life giving. Real. Explosive. True.
The beauty of powerful story is that it takes us there, where mere words and narrow definition fails, where real life resides. Itís all about the story, baby. The story, not the words.
And it certainly isnít about the labels.
Itís funny how labels work. I mean, seriously, they make me chuckle. Iíve been called all kind of things over the years. A cursory glance at my novels tells the story. I mean, I write stories about Serial Killers, right? Demented stalkers who drain the blood from their victimís heels into a bucket, wolves in sheepís clothing who would suck you dry. True dat.
Some say Iím secretly a Catholic Priest, and yes, my next novel is titled The Priestís Graveyard. Some say I write religious fiction. Really? From the beginning my novels have always been suspicious of and challenged religion, particularly American Christianity as such. Some say I must be a raging liberal, others that I must be a right wing nutóIíve never spoken a word on politics. Iíve been criticized as one who loves Muslimsóshouldnít we all?
Labels, labels, labels. Donít you love them? All the world wants to put your story into a box and slap a sign on you, yes? Tie it up with a neat little bow and move on to the next box.
I once wrote a blog called, ďThe Challenge of Being Gay,Ē Iím sure many of you recall itóa fun little piece on how the meaning of labels change over timeóand for a while many thought I was gay even though the piece made it very clear I was heterosexual. People love to make snap judgments and jump on labels.
So in my story world, am I a gay priest obsessed with violence, vampires, and blood? Well, I guess that depends on what you think all those labels mean. One thing you can be certain of, boxes and labels will not help you or anyone engage or experience any of one my stories. Try to categorize or define it and more than likely youíll destroy itóthe storytellers among you know this already. My adviceÖ Donít try. Let the story live on its own, outside the box where the real world lives."
I'd post a real entry but I don't feel like it, ya hear?
Friday. 1.28.11 6:27 pm
At various times, I lack it.
New things, including (but not limited to):
Short hair again
Memory by ~middaymoon on deviantART
Facing Enemy Fire by ~middaymoon on deviantART
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