Sleepwalking.

It's strange being able to go back four years and read thoughts that I once had.

I found my notebooks from high school when I knew everything about anything and when the things that mattered most to be me were far different from whats important now.

It makes me sick to my stomach to read and yet I do and can recall every emotion/feeling/thought to go with each date on the pages. Each date in a breakroom.

Also, a ticket stub. From a night of pure freedom.


I'm grateful for my past and what I have experienced but I'm more grateful for my future and for grace.

If People Read My Blog They Would Receive Insightful Information and Good Music Advice.

Sometimes, good things DO come out of the Raleigh area.

January 12th, anyone? Yes? Good. Grey Eagle. Cool.

All Life Is Being Lived.

"You live in a world of theophanies*. "

'How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting it is to praise him!'

"Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary"

'He determines the number of the stars, and calls them each by name.'

(He calls us by name too.)

"There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. "

'He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.'

(He covers us with his grace. He cleanses us with his salvation. He heals. He gives. He loves. We grow in him.)

"Life wants to lead you from crumbs to angels, but this can happen only if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary by staying with it long enough to harvest its treasure."

'His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight in the legs of man; the Lord delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.'

(How can I doubt anything when his love is so great? How do I miss his love letters to me through out my daily life? His love is present in mending friendships with people you've known since preschool. His love is present in a church bus full of screaming Hispanic children. His love warms people who live in trailer parks without heat and health. His love is present in laughter shared among high school girls. His love is present in uncomfortable silences and learning. His love is present in freedom from school and stress and worries. His love is even present in a cup of coffee and a snuggie. His love is a present. It's the greatest gift we as a broken humanity could ever hope for.)

'Great is our Lord and mighty in power. Extol the Lord. Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving.'



Hearts bend
cause they can't break
when they can't take
all that is given to them.


(He gives us so, so much. I know it. I think it. I see it. I need to live it. Everyday. My heart is bending and exploding with his love. It is a literal, physical feeling. I can't wrap my head around it sometimes.)





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*Theophany definition. (click)
*Regular font taken from A Tree Full of Angels by Macrina Wiederkehr.
*Italicized font taken from Psalm 147.
*Bolded font taken from my own brain.
*Bolded and italicized text taken from "shovel" written by Katie Herzig.

Breaking Fast.

(Most of this will be written in sentence fragments)

This morning my experience with breakfast was a disaster.

I slept in. Woke up hungry. And meandered into the kitchen to find some grub.


Open the cabinet. See some Trix. They look yummy. Pour some in bowl. Open fridge. No milk. "Crap I should have bought milk last night when mom asked me to." Pour bowl of dry Trix back into cereal box. Put on coffee. New coffee pot. Difficult to operate. Coffee and grounds get all over counter and in pot. Still hungry. See cream cheese in fridge. See bagels in cabinet. Put bagel in toaster. Bagel gets really burnt. Cover the burn up with cream cheese. Eat it anyway. Clean up coffee mess. Try again. It messes up again. Crap need caffeine. Shower. Put on face. Put on hair. Put on sweats. Drive to drive-thru Starbucks that is fifteen minutes away instead of going to walk-in one five minutes away so I don't have to get out of the car. Go to Chick-Fil-A. Come home. Eat and watch Wife Swap.

The moral of this story is they don't serve breakfast in hell.

Fact.

There is nothing better than human touch.

29.

Sometimes...

...I...

...miss...

...things....

....that I shouldn't...

...miss.

December Baby.

The only disheartening thing about going to Cambodia (other than the forever long plane ride and culture shock) is the depressing realization I will not be in Asheville on New Years Eve to sing "Auld Lang Syne" with these boys.

Streams of Mercy, Never Ceasing.

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"I am the LORD your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it" (Psalm 81:10).

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"Are you thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promises," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat little girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, not as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
(TSC, CS Lewis)

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"As the deer pants for the streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God" (Psalm 42:1-2).

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So now the remaining question is, why do I drink so much soda?
Why do I rely on coffee to perk up my emotions?
Why is green tea a fix-all remedy?

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"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
(TSC, CS Lewis)
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Broken cisterns cannot hold water.

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I Guess I'll Still Listen To Old Modest Mouse Stuff.

whenever i breathe out, you're breathing it in.


positive/negative.

You're An Animal Doctor?

I have been internally and mentally debating the past few weeks about my eating habits. It's only been about since January or February of this year that I started to eat meat again after an almost two year hiatus from the delicacy. The only meats I eat weekly are turkey and the occasional chicken nugget from Cookout or Chic-Fil-A. I haven't considered myself to be the most carnivorous person on the planet - I suspect I've only eaten about five hamburgers since coming back to the dark side, which only made me feel super gross and queasy afterwards. That being said, I think I am going to make it my New Year's Resolution to go veggie again. But I think more it's going go to be like a Back From Cambodia Resolution, since I'll be spending New Years there, and I wouldn't want to be rude and not eat any sort of food offered to me while I'm over, even if it is chicken, dog, or cat.

Maybe I am becoming Buddhist after all...

The Pearly Gates Have Some Eloquent Graffiti.

It is No-Shave November. Not that that really effects me in any way, shape, form, or fashion other than the fact that this month of November will, musically, totally consist of beards, flannel, and cabins in the woods.
So, I think I'll mentally retreat to my cabin now. Don't worry. I'll return in December. Or sooner. Hopefully.

That is what I intend to do.


so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.


He resembles Jesus.

A Thought I Thought During CharlotteOne Tonight.

Sanctuaries are places that.. are.. hard to.. describe...

I was going to say that sanctuaries are holy and something about them is sacred, but then I looked up the actual definition on Dictionary.com and "a holy or sacred place" was the first to come up, so I refrained.

But there is just something about a sanctuary.

Whether it be completely empty, filled with joyful singers, or mourning friends, a sanctuary can always make you stop and think that maybe there really is something to this whole God thing.

Whether there be glowing lights and electric guitars or a robed choir and an organ, just being inside a sanctuary can make you want to shout and sing to something a lot bigger than this world has to offer.

I can have church in a nursery or in a big room, but there is just something strikingly beautiful about worshipping in a sanctuary with towering ceilings and smooth pews.

I don't exactly know where I was trying to take this thought, but hopefully it went somewhere. Somehow.

"For great is the Lord and most worthy of praise;
he is to be feared above all gods.
For all the gods of the nations are idols,
but the Lord made the heavens.
Splendor and majesty are before him;
strength and glory are in his sanctuary."
Psalm 96:4-6

If It's On Saddle Creek I Probably Liked It At Some Point In The Past Eight Years.

I used to listen to even better music than I already do.
Like this:

And We Never Saw Him Again..

I never, ever, ever want to forget this. Ever never ever.

Hillsong Gets It. Everytime.

things couldn't be more twisted in my head and heart and mind and it's okay. it's so okay. earlier today i just felt so depressed and pressured about everything that's been happening lately and it took a toll how i interacted with people. like i don't even think a smile would have been possible. i allow satan to get too into my head and make me think things that aren't true. but God is so much bigger. it's so cool the way he is working in and around me. how could i ever doubt anything ever? seriously. it's so okay.


HE HOLDS THE UNIVERSE.
HE HOLDS EVERYONE ON EARTH.
even you and even me.

Early Morning.

It's still rainy and chilly out and I shouldn't listen to sad music first thing in the morning but it's all good because it's bigger than that and the coffee is almost finished brewing.

Ahem.

What am I considering?

If It's The Mountain's Bending Rivers, Then You Will Have Them.

I have a lot that I could say (or type, rather), but instead maybe this video will do the talking. It's not secretly suggested to any one person that may or may not ever be reading this blog, so I don't want anyone who sees this to think that. I just couldn't wait for the next mix CD opportunity for someone to pass it along. It's just good. It's heartfelt and brokenhearted. It's autumn and rainy. It's halfway there. It's confusion sung at it's finest. It's things we can't say (or type).
It's beautiful.

Is That Possible?

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A rough French to English translation:

They tell me that destiny makes fun of us,
that it gives us nothing and that it promises everything.
It seems happiness is at hand,
so we tend the hand and we find ourselves crazy.
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Tiredness has a way of hitting me at 2:52:43 pm everyday. Or so it seems.

I am glad my friends all exchange music. Sometimes I put stuff on my computer that I don't even listen to once, but then on the off-chance of a lucky shuffle, something will play and I'll just become obsessed with it for about thirty minutes. Or just long enough to type a blog about how intriguing it is.


Overall, the past 24 hours have been a complete emotional roller coaster. So much is happening to me and being said to me. I don't even know what to pray about sometimes. Sometimes I don't even know if I could formulate my thoughts in to a legitimate sentence that would make sense to anyone if I said it out loud. Fortunately, God is able to hear past the babble and rambling I might make and know what's up in my heart and mind and soul and body.



There is a light at the end of this tunnel and it is my porch light.

Interesting 2.

God is crazy big.

Like, awesomely crazy big.

Like, crazy love.

Interesting.

Fact: Long before the sitcom "30 Rock"* was thought of, Wolf Parade once spoke about having tricks up the sleeve.




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*My b. Thanks Claire.

"This Is The Day" - A Poem.

This is the day that the Lord has made.
But, alas, still two weeks til I get paid.
I stayed up really late last night,
and danced a lot - it was a sight.
I slept really quite well,
and had a friend over, it was swell.
It's kind of misty out,
and sort of chilly, but do not pout.
Because days like this I can wear boots,
later I might eat beans that cause the toots.
And I need to run errands still,
to Blockbuster, to Target, and to Goodwill.
Later I must read some books,
so in class I do not get frazzled looks.
Tomorrow will consist of church,
and climbing trees made of birch*.
This is the weekend that the Lord has given,
let us rejoice that we are livin'.



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*this is the only word I could think of that rhymed with "church".

Weather Changes Moods. Tender Age In Bloom.

I have self-diagnosed seasonal depression.


It happens four times a year around the times when a new season is about to begin. It happened in high school, and has since continued into college. It's nothing personal and it doesn't mean that I love God and life and my friends and my family and the world any less than any other particular time. It just happens. And it's just meh. And it's just weird that it's happening so soon after a really cool weekend filled with cool things. And during a really cool week with really cool things going on.

Whenever autumn officially gets here I'll be alright.

Spring to Summer.
Summer to Autumn.
Autumn to Winter.
Winter to Spring.

It also probably has something to do with nostalgia. But that's a different blog for a different season.

Serp. I Just Made That Word Up On Accident.

I am glad I went to the beach blast but I am not glad I missed lots of things in Asheville this weekend.

I am at the point in my life where I have to make decisions.

And I can't decide if I like that or not.

Sometimes it's easier for people to just tell me what to do I think.

I think that if I'm supposed to "ask" and it will be "given unto me", then it's alright if I pray for big things to happen.

With big people.

In who knows where.

I think that I am super exhausted, as "vacation-y" as this weekend was.

It's okay to be friends with people who are different than me.

It's good that I am an individual and listen to better music than everyone else. But not admit that I don't like their music and just listen to it because they're individuals too.

It's alright to pray out loud and have the ocean's cry be the response.

You can be a willow tree, a pine tree, a palm tree, or any other tree in this love that is like a hurricane.

Your favorite Beatle can be Ringo or George and no one will judge you.



Basically what I am trying to say is that I should not have hooked my debit card up to itunes.

I Still Support Kanye West.

Kanye can mess with Taylor Swift as much as he likes, but the moment he says something about John Mark McMillan, I will have a bone to pick.

If It's Not Your Typical Worship Song I Probably Will Like It More Than If It Is Your Typical Worship Song..

be glorified,
be magnified,
our El Shaddai,
praise Adonai,
we cry holy,
we cry holy,
we cry holy,
Adonai.



(Regardless.)

lifted (or the story is in the soil.)

A Few Thoughts That Are Too Long Too Twitter Because I Still Don't Have A Twitter:

I know that I have pointed this out on my FB status recently, but seriously. I keep waking up before my alarm. Everyday. The strangest dreams occur in the morning when you wake up and then realize you have a few minutes left to lay there in your nice, warm bed. Personally, these dreams consist of people I will more than likely see throughout the course of my day. Or situations that are more than likely going to play out during my day. For example, this morning I had a dream about today. And having to call someone for help and advice that probably wouldn't be first on my list. Then today I was having breakfast with Chels and she told me that this person had a "traumatic" experience two nights ago. This person kept calling people for help because she needed it. Maybe if she would have had my number I could have helped her out.. I need to be a better friend? Yes. I do. To everyone. Not just to a select few. I need to be a friend. Ideally I am a good friend. In reality I don't think I am. I need to walk the walk. I'm good at talking the talk.

What am I waiting around on? What's holding me back? There is something, I just can't put my finger on it.

This grammatially might not make any sense and might not flow but I'm just typing my thoughts as they come to me.

Also:
-I like soundtracking my day in my mind.
-It's stinks that professors get sick, but it's nice to have a little bit of a break during the day to recollect and meditate and read and call people and get things done that I should make time for but actually don't.
-I'm still going to listen to Bright Eyes.


(keep your ear to the ground.)

Vids Galore Recently.

I don't know if anyone actually will watch these few videos I've put on this here blog lately, but you should. Jon Foreman is a thief of good words and lyrics.

You should then proceed to show this to your friends just as I am doing.

Then I will burn you a cd.

Which you then can copy and burn for your friends.

And then we all can just dance and rejoice in the goodness of God together. And know all of the words.

Essentials.

Today I had church in Target. It was great and was the best and happiest I've felt in a long time about serving with other Christians.

That being said, I've realized that church can happen in a dorm room. Church can happen in an open field beside a lake. Church can happen in a sanctuary. It can happen in an un-air conditioned elementary school cafeteria. It can happen in a hotel lobby.

Church could happen in Wal-Mart too, but I don't think I'd want to go to that one.

God With Us.

Cool.

Late Night.

I don't think words suffice right now.
Maybe kicking, screaming, dancing, crying, jumping on my bed, mourning, or bursting into jubilant song would.

Film has too great of an affect on me.

Saturday + Sunday= My Sabbath. An extended day of rest.

Oh hey Dane Jordan.
You should blog too.

The Gate.

I like being back and I like my friends a lot.

I am sorry, however, for the fact that I do believe I have gotten the big room in the apartment. It certainly was not my intention. If it is any compensation, a giant, insomniatic(?) bear-man lives directly above me. And in the middle of the night I can hear him wake up to relieve himself and then plop heavily back down onto his bed, which I believe, is directly above me.

It's going to take me a while to get used to the train again.

More Walty.

Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the face of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.

-Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman.

reminder.

i don't have time to maintain these regrets when i think about the way that He loves us.

Represent.

Alabama is the hottest state ever. You sweat so much that your face paint melts right off your face. You slip and side so hard that your stomach aches for three days. You laugh so much that you stomach aches even more. You see God's face in the face of the children you teach about Abraham and Lazarus and the Creation story and Pentecost. You see hope in a white man embracing a black man. You cry during dinner when you break the bread and drink the cup with your fellow believers that you love and trust. You listen to "Revolution" so much and don't even care. You plan so carefully and are told that all the services were so meaningful. You wash feet. You leap for joy in your heart when kids remember you from the previous year. You repair completely unfunctional restrooms in a poor elementary school. You love your community and your Lord more and more and more.

I want to be back at school so I can sleep in.
Sweet irony.

God is so good.

keep the car. keep the car.

Please.
Someone,
Anyone.

Make the Arcade Fire tour soon plz.

5

Fact: Summertime is awesometime.

A Friday Afternoon Revalation.

GOD IS SO UNBELIEVABLY BIG AND COOL AND NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME WITH HOW MUCH HE LOVES ME. HE IS SO GOOD! HIS GOODNESS PREVAILS AND HIS LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL. HE LOVES ME, SOMEONE SO UNCLEAN AND UNWORTHY, ENOUGH TO SEND HIS SON TO DIE FOR ME AND THAT IS JUST INCREDIBLE. HOW COULD I EVER EVEN BEGIN TO DOUBT SOMETHING SO INCREDIBLE!?

HE IS WORTH ALL CAPS!

Andrew Bird Is Cool. Is That Cool?

I'm all for moderation but sometimes it seems moderation itself is a kind of

extreme.

If I could pick one word to describe myself currently it would be "lull". And "nostalgia".

Coffee hasn't even tasted right recently.

I just feel like I am here. Is that bad or good?
Is nostalgia bad or good? I haven't decided yet.

I guess it all depends on what you're being nostalgic about.

I don't even know if I have anything worth being nostalgic about.

I know I'll be okay.
But there are just sometimes these points that go lower than the others.

"That's just fine, I think."

Up North and Down South.

travel.
travel.
travel.

going lots of places with people i love before i have to settle down again.

trying to stay up while i'm coming down.

!!!!

OMG THE SEASON FINALE OF THE OFFICE.

OMG!!!!

Regina Spektor.

I didn't realize how much I don't like music on the radio (uh-oh) until I was forced to drive my sister's car all day yesterday without a cd player or ipod. It was painful. And I couldn't just not have any music on or my own thoughts would have driven me mad. So, I flipped through each of the stations pre-loaded on her dashboard until I found something decent to listen to. Luckily, a song from the new Jars of Clay albums came on. That was about the only good noise I came across. I will take my car and all my cds on my long drive to Atlanta tomorrow. That is a promise.

I've been feeling really inspired lately. I think it's mostly because of all the Sigur Ros and cool, artsy Take Away Shows I've been watching. Like seriously. Come on. I need to find some sort of instrument to learn that is simple and easy. Sadly, I lack the patience to actually learn something useful, so learnage of any instrument is probably an unreachable dream for me.

Anyway, I was so motivated by Jonsi a few nights ago that I felt the need to try to look like him. In hindsight, this was probably really mean of me since he's blind in one eye, but oh well.




Mother's Day was weird.

Ming Yow-Yow.

Every time I do one of those things seeing what celebrities I look like, I always end up with Asian people.

Oh.

Figuring out what song will be the last played in Beam 723 A will be tricky.

But I have a few in mind.

College is like summer camp. Only it's longer and you actually see the people you love again.
And it's not in the summer.

We Play Endlessly.

I have come to the conclusion that I should have taken Icelandic rather than Spanish.

Sun Giant.

Good days consist of sitting outside and a lucky shuffle on the ipod.

Round Table.

Me like lie-berry.

Update: I also like Sundays, Ridge, and Elevation. A lots.

Open Your Eyes.

It's imporant to savor moments.

Step back.
Breathe.
Relax.
Not think.

Sometimes you just have to let yourself "be".

And that's all that you can do.

Adventureland.

So I just saw Adventureland. I feel the same way about it as I do Nick and Nora's.
It had it's moments. I wish Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader had been more primary than secondary characters. But the parts they were in kicked butt. That Jesse Eisenberg fella is just trying to be Michael Cera. And I hate to admit it, Eisenberg, but no one does awkward, innocent young adult better than Michael Cera. So keep trying. Kristen Stewart needs to step up her game if she wants to break the creepy vampire image. In Adventureland she's just creepy carnival homewrecker. She's just creepy all around.
Oh well. I need to re-watch Superbad.



Also, very excited about this.
Coming soon. The newest, hippest indie flick.
John Krasinski & Maya Rudolph.
Away We Go.
This is going to be oh so good.
(fingerscrossed.)

I'll Begin With A Confession.

I square danced last night.

That being said, Easter might be my favorite holiday. After Arbor Day, of course. I have a really good story to tell about church this morning but it sort of involves facial/hand movements but typing it in a blog wouldn't really do it justice.

It's been a wonderful/beautiful/prayerful/joyful/any other sort of happy-ful word day.

All Caps.

ALL I WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE ME TO SEE DISNEY'S EARTH IN AN IMAX THEATRE WHEN IT COMES OUT.

TRAILER!

Good Friday.

Having my heart in two different places feels weird.

The Fire.

I don't want to be, like, a guy here, you know? Like, Stanley is the crossword puzzle guy, and Angela has cats. I don't wanna have a thing here, you know, I don't want to be the "something guy".

I can't believe I puked all over Burris.

smile, my friends. smile on.

I am exhausted tonight.

I like four day weeks and my friends and everything that is falling into place right now.

God is a pretty cool guy.

You're Never Giving Up.

I am so beyond grateful that four years tomorrow a family choose to give my mother life. That family is a blessing and my mother is a miracle. I know that when I see their daughter in Heaven that we all will just be in awe and rejoicing in the goodness of God. I know that I'll never, ever be able to express my love, gratitude, and compassion for her during this lifetime.

God is so good to us and we don't even realize it! He blesses us more than we know, and we just look over it and pass it by. His goodness is everywhere! Why am I just now truly beginning to see it all around me? And in me?

Did you see the sky today? It was beautiful!

The kingdom was inside that little girl!
The kingdom is inside in my mother!
The kingdom is inside me and it's aching to get out and cover this place.

Go here and just listen. Hear the words, let them seep into your heart.
We're going on the 17th.
And we've got a Suburban.

A Poem For Friday.

HEY!

That's the SUN shining out there!
It's warmer than I can bear!
This weekend is going to be BOSS!
Everyone not going, it's your loss.
But I hope you have fun here at the 'Gate,
JMM is going to be top rate.
School is almost over,
We should play Red Rover.

Advice For Your Thursday.

If it smells Moroccan,
Don't come a-knockin'.

I Read About Humility Today.

I just wrote a paper for my studies in ficiton class.
I compared the novel A Parchment of Leaves by Silas House and the song "Ragged Wood" by Fleet Foxes.

I am incredible.

Thoughts on Twitter.

Typically, I formulate in my head what I want to say in a blog before I actually sit down to type it. This approach to blogging makes no sense to me whatsoever because I don't even do that with any of my school papers or assignments. They're mostly spur of the moment. I was just laying in bed wondering if I really should type my thoughts knowing that maybe some of my faithful readers who do Tweet could be offended. But whatevs.

From Dictionary.com:
twit⋅ter/ˈtwɪtər/
1.to utter a succession of small, tremulous sounds, as a bird.
2.to talk lightly and rapidly, esp. of trivial matters; chatter.
3.to titter; giggle.
4.to tremble with excitement or the like; be in a flutter.

From UrbanDictionary.com:
Twitter
-A form of chatline for social media "experts" to add thousands of random strangers and wank off to impress other social media "experts" by posting links to articles about the phenomenon of social media
-A social networking site that deals with simply status updates. Instead of friends you have "followers" and you can follow people as well

I must confess that several months ago, I made a Twitter. This was way before MC Hammer and Barack Obama. I think my only update consisted of the word "um" or "uh", and I have not updated sense. It's basically the same as Facebook/Myspace/e-mail/blogspot/text messaging. I mean really. Why update both your Twitter status and Facebook status. Is one supposed to be "more artsy" than the other? I feel like that if I did regularly update a Twitter, a day would be as follows:

9:15 am:"Just woke up. I need to pee."
9:30 am:"Just got out of the shower. I hope Chelsea didn't pee in it."
9:54 am: "Walking to class. Put new pictures of FB last night."
10:27 am: "In class. The person beside me smells. I need to pee."
10:34 am: "@sarahsmom Mom why do you have Twitter now."
11:39 am: "Almost out of class. Who wants to go to lunch? Tweet me."
12:16 pm: "Lunch in the cafeteria always sucks. I need to poop."
1:17 pm: "At work. Still need to poop."
2:32 pm: "Finished with work. Bored. Tweet me."
2:45 pm: "@sarahsmom I'll call you later."
3:87 pm: "Reading. Finally pooped. Talked to mom on the phone. While pooping."
5:45 pm: "Dinner in the cafeteria always sucks. I need to poop."
7:30 pm: "I hate Spanish. I'm going to avoid doing it as long as possible."
9:45 pm: "I wish the Office had come on tonight."
12:03 am: "Don't tweet me I'm going to bed. Oh yeah and I updated my blog."
12:12 am: "@sarahsmom Mom quit Tweeting me and go to bed."

So what really convinced me to type all this blog is when a friend, who shall remain nameless, woke me up to ask if I had any laundry detergent. As I was rummaging around the washer/dryer area searching for some, she proceeded to tell me that another friend of ours asked, via Twitter, if she could sew the hole in his pants back together. This made me lol. What if she had not checked her Twitter for days, and my friend with the hole in his pants had to walk around with said hole in pants. Lots of people probably would have made fun of him. (btw: I hope you get that mended, friend.)

Also, whats up with celebrities and Twitter? For bands it's like, "Writing our new Record." And it's the same updates for months, until, "Recording our new Record." Then "Releasing our new Record." Everyone is just going to stream it off the Internet illegally anyway. Or like, does Lindsay Lohan have a Twitter? I would be curious to read hers. Or what has Rod Stewart been up to lately, might try to find him on the Twit.

Okay, I really don't care if you Twitter or not, I just don't see the point of it. But if you are going to Twitter, the only person worth following is Ellen Degeneres. If this is the path the future of communication is taking us down, I fear I shall be traversing a different road.


Point, Briggs.

Saludos.

5 Things That Have Bugged Me Today:

1.) Close minded people who claim to be liberal.
2.) Cops who sit and wait to pull people over the minute the speed limit changes.
3.) Those dead birds in front of the science building.
4.) Spanish. It just looms over me.
5.) Jean on jean. Please, just don't do it.

5 Things That Haven't Bugged Me Today:

1.) Pastors with Facebook.
2.) Chatting with Pastors before classes.
3.) Making copies.
4.) Being alone in my car for that short fifteen minutes.
5.) Working out. Feels good.

Four Winds.

Charlie fell on Friday night. Saturday morning he had a huge bandage on his head and proceeded to tell me of the previous night's events. "I just tripped over my own feet," he said, "I don't know how it happened." I politely smiled and answered, "It's okay, I'm clumsy too." He then went on to say that he was sure his fall knocked him out. He was all alone. He next thing he knew, he woke up in his bed, with no recollection of how he ended up there. I asked him if he went to the hospital and he said no. He told me he was hard headed and he'd fall a few times before, without even a scar. He took off his hat and showed me his head. I noticed a couple of scars on his barren forehead. Luckily he was riding that morning and not driving. When he left I said, "Take care of yourself, Charlie. Be careful." He smiled and replied, "I can't believe you remembered my name."

ResLife Office.

So I'm sitting at the desk in ResLife. I'm wearing a cardigan and witnessing all these crazy antics going on around me. I can't help but wonder if this is how Pam feels all the time. Sadly there isn't any Jim in here. I'm sure Ryan Bradley would not appreciate me making googly eyes at him all afternoon.

I'm going to play Solitaire.

This is the title.

I think songs get stuck in your head for a reason.

I don't like it when people say one thing but think another. It's frustrating and you'll never know the truth.


If Zach Vanderburg reads this, please look up Luke 6:31. I told you it was in there. If Zach Vanderburg does not read this, someone please tell him to look up Luke 6:31. And he owes me 5 bucks.

Last week feels like it happened months ago. Time moves so quickly. I like it and I don't like it.

All new episode tonight, guys. 9pm at teh Beam.
I love these guys.

Sporatic Thoughts of the Day.

I am golden.

Speaking of being golden, if I had a blog for everytime someone told me they want/like my yellow coat, I'd have way too many blogs.

Honey Nut Cheerios Snack Mix is really good. Not as good as regular Chex Mix, but still pretty good.

"The Wedding Dress" by Derek Webb is a pretty good song. I have good friends who like good music. High five to them.

Also, this is important. Spike Jonze? Yes.

CharlotteOne is really awesome and all my friends that see this blog who haven't gone yet please come next Tuesday with me. Thou shall not regret it.

If you see flowers in the quad, I don't know anything about it.

I can't even blog about how I feel right now.

It's THAT good.

Cambodia Bound.

I found a four leaf clover yesterday. I haven't found one in over a year probably. I used to be so good at finding them. I could walk outside for five minutes and get like twenty. Then all of a sudden I just couldn't seem to find them. When I walk outside around campus or somewhere I typically scan the ground, not because I'm self conscious, but searching for those pesky little clovers.


I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious.

sunny days.

Today I:

i. Really liked the band at Ridge.
ii. Really liked the people I ate lunch with.
iii. Bought a new dress. And scarf.
iv. Ate a little bit of beef. Whoa.
v. Laid in bed for a long time. Reading, of course. Catching up.
vi. Really liked car ride talks to church.
vii. Realized Application in necessary. Vital.
vii. Really liked the band at Elevation.
ix. Will really begin praying for right now. For tomorrow. For myself. For others.
x. Loved birthday presents even more.
xi. Played with play dough.
xii. Will study for my test.

Pink Nasty.

No more personal details will ever spill from these lips again.
They only find themselves resurfacing in the most inconvenient and embarrassing places.

Anyway, she's cool. Thanks Ryan.

My deepest, most profound blog yet.

It's really nice outside today.

and all my afflictions are only light ones anyway now.

Today I was reading in John about Mary and feet and washing with hair and stuff and I hear the intro to "Kiss Your Feet". Like started as soon as I began reading the passage. God is good.

It's things like that and days like today that get me reeaall good feelin.

dress us up.

Today in the car on the way home it was beautiful. I was staring out the window at the moon and felt the sun on my back when I hear "the sun and the moon, they come out of their grave just for You." I like it when God does things like that to remind me of how he loves me.

the weather channel?

If you think your life sucks and is depressing, go see the Reader. It'll cheer you right up. But don't take your mother. Or your father. Or any siblings you might have. You might not even want to go with your significant other or best friend. Go by yourself. I sat in the theatre with my mother and about seven elderly couples while enduring some of the most intense and awkward sex scenes I've ever watched in a film.

Also, on a lighter note, I love feuding celebrities.
1. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149560-radiohead-suffer-the-wrath-of-miley-cyrus
2. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149552-win-butler-responds-to-wayne-coynes-diss
3. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149542-coyne-on-arcade-fire-theyre-pricks-so-fuck-em

setting suns.

Driving around sunset is perfect. Especially when you're coming back froma long trip that has messed with you mentally and emotionally.
Coming home is so good.
Mountains are heartwarming.
My feet are finally warm.

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Fact: Despite the snow, ice, coldness, dreariness, bleakness, smelly cars, and insane amount of chocolate, Pennsylvania is a pretty decent state.

eating pita, hummus, and black beans together is not hipster.

One of the best feelings in the world is when you've had a song stuck in your head all morning and then you hit "shuffle" and it's the first song to come on.

please.

If you're going to listen to insanely loud rap music at 9 in the morning in your car in the middle of campus, please make it something decently good such as Jay-Z, Aesop Rock, or Lil Wayne. Not Akon's smashing hit "Right Now". Not ever Akon. Not ever "right now". Never, ever. Not ever never.

On a different note, I am becoming burnt out on the music I listen to. I need more variety and less "cabin in the woods".

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Fact: Hanson is still, and always will be, awesome.

fleet foxes inspire blog.

next time I go home I want to drive on the Parkway and be outside a lot.

good.

I had a good weekend in Asheville. I like the weather. But I wish it was April instead of February. I like Asheville a lot. It's lovely. Mark (Harvest) and I are even getting to the point of recognizing eachother and talking about music and stuff. That's rad.

Slumdog Millionaire has to be the greatest film of the past few years. It's good and I can't think of any other word to describe it.

Lots of things have happened in the past week that have made me into a better person I think. I've talked to lots of old friends and I'm hoping that is a good thing. I know I need to be a better friend to people. I'm going to try to work on that.

Good is a good word and I will not replace it with any synonyms to impress the www.

walty.

If I worship any particular thing it shall be some of the spread of my body;
Translucent mould of me it shall be you,
Shaded ledges and rests, firm masculine coulter, it shall be you,
Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you,
You my rich blood, your milky stream pale strippings of my life;
Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you.
My brain it shall be your occult convolutions,
Root of washed sweet-flag, timorous pond-snipe, nest of guarded duplicate eggs, it shall be you,
Mixed tussled hay of head and beard and brawn it shall be you,
Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you;
Sun so generous it shall be you,
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you,
You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you,
Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you,
Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you,
Hands I have taken, face I have kissed, mortal I have ever touched, it shall be you.
I dote on myself . . . . there is that lot of me, and all so luscious,
Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy.
I cannot tell how my ankles bend . . . . nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit . . . . nor the cause of the friendship I take again.
To walk up my stoop is unaccountable . . . . I pause to consider if it really be,
That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great authors and schools,
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
To behold the daybreak!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows,
The air tastes good to my palate.
Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols, silently rising, freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and low.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs,
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
The earth by the sky staid with . . . . the daily close of their junction,
The heaved challenge from the east that moment over my head,
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sunrise out of me.

-Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman.

Inaugural

I am completely overwhelmed with emotion right now. I don't think I have ever been more proud to be an American.

ch-ch-changes.

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Fact: I hope that in Heaven all there is to do is listen to Sigur Ros and read.

jumping in puddles.

I have a lot on my mind. Too much on my plate. I feel like sleeping is a possible answer to these worries but it's not the correct one for me..

I think I may have experienced all I can experience here.

All I can do is apply myself.